Xi Zhong looked at the dark thatched roof and was in a daze.
Before waking up, I had a dream; after waking up, I became the person in the dream.
Time traveled, unbelievable!
"hiss--"
Xi Zhong, who wanted to turn over, pulled the wound on his body and gasped in pain.
Everywhere in my body was in pain, and it was difficult to move my arms, let alone turn over.
Xi Zhong, who was lying on the bed with his body stretched out, knew that the injuries on his body were caused by being beaten on his previous body.
Why? Xi Zhong understood it based on his dreams.
The village where my predecessor was born is called Hujiacun, and the neighboring village is called Lijiazhuang. The two villages are separated by a small river.
There are only these two villages in a radius of a hundred miles.
This is a world with gods. Every year, gods come down to the two villages to recruit disciples, only those with outstanding talents who are over sixteen years old.
His predecessor was also named Xi Zhong. He had been literate and read since he was a child. He was known as a talented person in the two villages, and he usually showed off his literary talent.
This year, my predecessor is already sixteen years old. Based on the rumors in the village that he had a vision when he was born, he firmly believes that he will be favored by the immortal.
Everyone in the village also believed that Xi Zhong could become a disciple of the immortal.
The more people said it, the more people believed it. Over time, "Xi Zhong can become an immortal" seems to have become an established fact.
The predecessor even regarded himself as a "disciple of the Immortal Family", showing his nostrils when talking to others, staggering when walking, and forgetting about himself.
On this day, my predecessor took a group of young people from the village to the river to recite poems and show off.
Several teenagers from Lijiazhuang laughed at him on the other side of the river. How could he endure it as a former "disciple of the Immortal Family"? They immediately started to criticize him.
Among the young men in Lijiazhuang, the leader was named Li Erbiao, who was as strong as a calf.
As a young man in the village who didn't know a few Chinese characters, Li Erbiao didn't know what "Zhi Hu Zhe" means, so he felt that what Xi Zhong said was not a good thing.
If you want to scold, then scold openly!
Across the river, young men from the two villages started to yell at each other.
Although the young man from Lijiazhuang had a loud voice, he did not have an advantage in numbers. When Li Erbiao looked at Xi Zhong, who was waving his fan calmly, he became even more angry.
If you can't scold him, just beat him!
At that time, Li Erbiao took the young men from Lijiazhuang to swim across the river and beat up his predecessor.
The predecessor thought that since there were so many people on his side, it was not certain who would hit whom, but when he looked back, he saw that all the boys from the same village had disappeared.
As a result, he was beaten until he was unconscious until Xi Zhong came through time.
Xi Zhong didn't feel any resentment in his heart. Instead, he felt that his predecessor deserved to be beaten and fought happily.
You haven't even written your horoscope yet, and you're already in a trance. You're "having a vision when you were born," you're "reciting poems and showing off your sex," and you're "self-proclaimed as a disciple of the Immortal Family"...
Damn! Why didn’t I beat you to death?
Suddenly, Xi Zhong was a little stunned, as if... his predecessor really burped?
If he didn't die, how could he have traveled through time?
Good! Good to die!
Although dreams and memories overlapped and were indistinguishable from each other, Xi Zhong still felt deeply refreshed. The person who wanted to die was really dead. He was happy to hear it!
"Clang!"
The door of the house was violently opened, Xi Zhong grinned and endured the pain, tilting his head to look.
"Brother Zhong, are you awake?"
A man with a bruised nose and a swollen face like a pig's head staggered in, holding a large porcelain bowl in his hand.
Xi Zhong looked up and down, he was wearing a thin shirt with bulging bags, which was not much better than Li Erbiao's figure.
"Tiger?"
The person in front of me coincided with the image of my cousin in my memory. I couldn't help but asked in surprise: "How did you end up like this?"
Hu Zi is Xi Zhong’s cousin.
"You were beaten by Li Erbiao, I couldn't be more angry!" Huzi came to the bedside with a bowl in hand, grinned, and poured water into Xi Zhong's mouth with a wooden spoon.
Just as Xi Zhong was about to speak, he was rudely given a spoonful of water. He choked and coughed, causing injuries all over his body, and he immediately broke out in a thin sweat.
"No more!" Xi Zhong glared at Hu Zi, finally recovered, and breathed a sigh of relief: "You went to find Li Erbiao, and then you were beaten?"
"There were many of them, but I didn't suffer any loss. I beat two of them down!" Huzi frowned, his face flushed, making his swollen face even more radiant.
"Are you stupid?"
Xi Zhong was inexplicably moved, maybe because of overlapping memories, maybe because no one had ever treated him like this before.
Huzi scratched his neck and said nothing.
"Don't worry, I will avenge you!" Xi Zhong said expressionlessly.
Huzi's face was full of surprise, as if he had heard wrongly, and looked at him in disbelief.
With his stomach growling, Xi Zhong decided not to dwell on this topic and said to Hu Zi, "Let my aunt make me something to eat. I'm a little hungry."
In my memory, my predecessor lost his parents when he was young, and it was his aunt, Hu Zi’s mother, who raised him.
Therefore, the relationship between Xi Zhong and Hu Zi is excellent. They are really the kind of people who grew up wearing a pair of trousers. They are no different from real brothers.
However, that was only in Xi Zhong's opinion, because in the heart of his predecessor, Hu Zi was his lackey.
Is this kind of person with a broken outlook worthy of being beaten by Hu Zi?
Hu Zi was deceived by his predecessor, right?
The predecessor was beaten to death, Xi Zhong clapped his hands and applauded, and the tiger was beaten into a pig's head, but he felt unhappy in his heart.
This revenge must be avenged!
Looking at the thatched roof, Xi Zhong lowered his eyes and thought: When he recovers from this injury, he will go and get this place back!
As for the problem of not being able to beat him, Xi Zhong didn't even think about it. If he couldn't beat him with his fists, wouldn't he still have a knife?
There are only two villages within a hundred miles, and there will be no official organization to investigate the murder. Besides, Xi Zhong didn't want to kill anyone. At most, he wanted to see blood and scare those little brats.
Just when Xi Zhong was drowsy, Hu Zi came in with a bowl of steaming porridge.
"Mom said that you have been unconscious all day, and there is no food in your stomach. You cannot eat meat. I will drink a bowl of porridge first, and then I will make some meat for you in the evening."
After Xi Zhong was "roughly" fed a few spoonfuls of porridge by Hu Zi, he could no longer cheer up.
The cool breeze hit him, and Xi Zhong woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he found that there was no longer a thatched roof in front of him, but it was all gray.
"Where is this?"
Xi Zhong looked around, everything was foggy. The most important thing was that he couldn't feel the existence of his body.
Dream?
There are gray-black dots below, which are quite conspicuous in this chaos.
It should be down, right? In the chaos, you can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south. Without a body, you don't know up, down, left, and right.
Xi Zhong wanted to see the black spot clearly, so his field of vision zoomed in, his bird's-eye view swooped down, and he finally saw the black spot clearly.
It seems to be a simple hut.
Why is there a hut here? This dream is so inexplicable!
What's in this room? Xi Zhong wondered, and wanted to go in and take a look, but suddenly a flower appeared in front of his eyes, and he appeared in a room.
Changing the perspective, Xi Zhong felt that he had his body again, and all the pain in his body disappeared without a trace.
Could it be that he has traveled through time again?
Don't go back in time again, your brain can't stand it. Now it's hard to distinguish between the memories of the previous life and the previous life. If you have another wave of memories, I'm afraid you'll go crazy.
There is a broken wooden bed in the room, and there is a person standing beside the bed. It looks very familiar. This is...
Sword-like eyebrows and tiger eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, and an angular face. Isn't this what a tiger looks like when he's not injured?
That bed is the bed I'm lying on, right?
At this time, Xi Zhong was already convinced that he was in a dream.
This dream is a bit strange.
Xi Zhong patted Hu Zi and saw him turn around slowly, his eyes a little hollow, and he said in an arrogant tone: "I am not convinced by Hu Zi, and I am not convinced by anyone except my cousin!"
Huzi's nickname was Hu Bubufu, and all the people in Hujia Village were named Hu. The reason why Xi Zhong was special was that his father was a foreign son-in-law.
According to the memory of the previous life, my aunt once said that she should actually be called "Hu Bufu". Later, because her mother was missing at birth, my grandfather felt that he should leave a bloodline to the Xi family, so the name was left to Hu Zi.
Xi Zhong laughed dumbly and asked subconsciously: "Why do you obey me?"
"My cousin is more literate than me." Huzi scratched his head, his face a little embarrassed, but his eyes were still empty.
What does it mean to be literate? Xi Zhong curled his lips, but inadvertently saw the word "check" appearing in front of his eyes.
Tilting his head, the font disappeared. Looking at Huzi, the two words appeared again.
The characters are printed in Song font, with a sheepskin brown background, and are surrounded by carving-style patterns.
Huh? So familiar!
Xi Zhong subconsciously reached out to click it, but found that his hand actually touched the "button".
"Crack!"
Along with a familiar pop-up sound effect, a familiar panel that occupied most of the field of vision appeared in front of me.
Name: Hu Bufu
Cultivation: None
Life span:16/128
Spiritual Root: The Third Grade of Spirit
Favorability: Feeling like brothers and sisters[689]
In the upper left information column, there is various information, and Huzi's real-time dynamic avatar is next to it, and his eyes are equally empty and lifeless.
The upper right position is the equipment column, which contains linen clothes, straw sandals, waist ropes, etc.
There is a grid at the bottom of the entire panel, and there are three button options at the upper and lower boundaries, namely: backpack, exercises and skills.
At this time, the button backpack is in dim mode, which means that it is in the backpack panel at this time.
Xi Zhong was shocked, wasn't this a game he copied... and designed?