In a dilapidated temple surrounded by drafts, a young man covered in injuries and dizzy slowly opened his eyes.
Unexpectedly, he happened to look into the eyes of a man with snake-like eyebrows and rat eyes who was sneaking up and trying to "pick up the corpse".
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
"Ghost!"
The tall man with a beard and a guilty conscience was frightened by the young man who was "pretending to be a corpse" and jumped a few steps away, knocking down some tables and chairs.
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"Bang!"
The earthenware bowl filled with water on the table also fell to the ground.
"What's the fuss about?!"
After hearing the commotion in the ruined temple, a few soldiers who looked like soldiers came swaggering in surrounded by an old man in Taoist robes in the middle.
"It's okay, I just turned over a table and sprinkled some water."
When the old man saw the water spilled all over the floor, he seemed to have already guessed what happened.
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"These untouchables are really half-dead and have no hope of living." The leading soldier spat and cursed secretly.
"Why don't you help the table up quickly? Don't disturb the noble man!"
The leading soldier patted the knife on his waist, pointed at the big man who was still slumped on the ground and had not recovered, and was obviously the culprit, and threatened, as if he was going to kill someone if he disagreed.
"Yes, yes, Master Jun."
The frightened man with a beard, under the threat of a long knife at his waist, hurriedly cleaned up the scene on his knees while laughing with him.
The posture must be as low as possible, and the person is so timid that he doesn't even dare to raise his head.
Because he has been around here for a while, but he knows very well that these guys in front of him really regard human life as nothing.
As for the hellish things, he didn't dare to mention even a single word.
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Just now he saw a dead man with a small jade pendant hanging around his neck, which seemed to be worth some money, so he became greedy and wanted to keep it for himself.
Unexpectedly, the other party woke up just when he was about to take action, and looked directly at him, which shocked him, who had a guilty conscience.
"Is that really a living person..." The big man recalled the injuries on the young man's body.
There were at least seven or eight penetration wounds and more than a dozen slash wounds. The tattered white clothes had already been soaked with blood and turned half red and half white.
The big man asked himself, if he had been injured like this, he might have stopped eating long ago.
How could He De, a thin young man, survive in such circumstances?
"Is it possible that this is just a flashback?" He boldly looked at the young man covered in blood again.
By coincidence, the two eyes collided again.
However, it may not be appropriate to describe it as a collision. It was simply a one-sided attack with a sledgehammer. The bearded man felt his eyes darken, and his consciousness was shattered by that gaze.
He was even more suspicious that the other party was not a human at all!
The big man once followed a hunting team in the wild and saw eye-catching white-fronted insects weighing over a thousand kilograms.
The ferocious insect could break a strong man's tendons and bones with one claw, and the hunting party of dozens of people was killed to pieces, but the moment when he looked into that tiger's eyes was far from as shocking as it was today.
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"Ah Qi, this one, this one, and these two, please give them a ride so that they will suffer less pain."
Not to mention the shock of the big man, the old man in Taoist robes scanned the ruined temple with his sharp eyes, then pointed to a few of the most seriously injured people and said.
No matter what the people pointed out thought, whether they wanted to live or not, in a few words, the old man sentenced them to death, and it was to be executed immediately without appeal.
"Yes, sir."
Behind the old man, the young men who looked like guards were ordered to draw their swords, and each sword ended their painful moans easily and neatly.
"Master, and over there..."
The guard named Ah Qi licked the blood on the sword that was still slightly warm, and pointed the sword at the young man covered in blood.
The result was only a frown from the old man.
Ah Qi, who was addicted to blood, realized that she was in trouble.
A servant of his own bodyguard actually wanted to decide who to kill for the master, so he quickly put away his sword, put away his bloodthirsty face, lowered his head and quietly retreated without saying a word.
When the old man saw this, his brows slowly relaxed.
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Facing such a murderous god, the people in the ruined temple did not dare to take a breath, for fear that the man would frown again and take them away with a knife.
The old man and the young man no longer paid attention to the situation in the ruined temple and turned around to leave.
As for the frail young man who caused the chaos in the first place, Ah Qi didn't dare to look at it anymore, and the old man didn't pay any more attention to it.
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"Those who can still move, crawl out and eat your food. After finishing your food within a quarter of an hour, we will start camp and leave."
After the old man left, the military leader with the sword hanging on his waist said these words in the dilapidated temple that was temporarily used as a cannon fodder camp.
They are a rebel army, and those in the ruined temple are all cannon fodder who were captured to charge into the battle and consume arrows. Naturally, the military leader, who is an elite soldier of the Hugang Battalion, does not take these cannon fodder seriously.
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"With such a serious injury, apart from walking a little slower, you can still eat like a normal person?" The bearded man once again strengthened his belief that the other party was definitely not a human being.
It's a pity that people in this world don't have the concept of zombies, otherwise his first reaction would probably be that the other person turned into a zombie.
With dozens of wounds all over his body, the boy seemed to feel no pain and continued to move his body extensively, not caring whether it would worsen the injuries.
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The food in the cannon fodder camp is very poor. You don't even have to think about white-flour steamed buns. What's on the shabby wooden tables are some strange roots dug out from nowhere.
Some looked like radishes, some looked like sweet potatoes, and some didn't look like edible things. They were more or less muddy, and they had obviously been dug out of the ground not long ago.
As for the health condition? No one cares. After all, how long they can live is unknown.
As a group of poor people who were forcibly captured and used as cannon fodder, the rebel soldiers did not regard them as human beings. They were just sandbags that consumed arrows and physical strength.
As for the officers and soldiers, they will only regard them as walking military merits, carrying the heads of cannon fodder, and treating them as traitors who go to their superiors to receive rewards.
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"I am... Bai Mo?" The boy was chewing the tree root-like object while sorting out the information in his mind.
After waking up from a coma, countless memories appeared in his mind.
In his previous life, he was Bai Mo, the invincible Taoist Demon Yang in the Daochen Realm.
When he tried to step out of the realm of heaven, he accidentally exposed his nature as a time traveler and was not tolerated by this world.
Countless passers-by who had only met once were all turned into human beings and attacked.
Although he relied on his peerless strength to kill them with heads rolling, he used violence to avert the calamity.
But in the end, due to the accumulated injuries, he was forced by the thunder of heavenly tribulation that came again and again after the human tribulation, and he had to use a ray of residual soul to break open the space and seize his body to be reborn.
This young man who died in the rebel army just became the target of his remaining soul.