For no reason, Yan Zheng dreamed about what happened before time travel. It was an ordinary weekend. It was rare that he didn't have to work overtime and he had time to go out to eat and take a bath with his good buddies. After having a good meal and a meal, the two of them found a house to take a bath. The center was about to take a bath. The warm pool made Yan Zheng feel very comfortable. He had not felt so relaxed for a long time.
His good buddies also showed the same expression. They each lit up a cigarette and began to complain about this piecemeal life. Yan Zheng graduated and went to a design company. It is said that the job is stable, but the industry is involved, there are more wolves and less meat. Commuting and staying up late and working overtime day after day made people see no hope. Working a hundred hours a week was almost becoming the norm in the industry. Sometimes he felt that it would be better to reincarnate as soon as possible.
The good friends got married early and their married life is relatively happy, but now the cost of living is too high. Even if both husband and wife work to earn money, the heavy pressure is still weighing them down.
"This terrible life, it's better to die." Yan Zheng put out the cigarette in his hand and made a joke.
The good friend took a deep breath, raised his head and blew out a long stream of white smoke, "It's easy to die, but it's hard to live!"
It had been so long that Yan Zheng could no longer remember the rest of the chat, but this joke from his good friend seemed to have given him a shot in the arm, reviving his consciousness that was about to fall into chaos.
In fact, the truth is as simple as this. Everyone will die eventually. After a hundred deaths, all that can be left are the memories and the responsibilities entrusted to the living. The comrades who fought alongside him have all died, but he is not dead yet. If he If he also gave up the hope of living, then his comrades would have died in vain, and as someone who had already died once, he would never give up his second life so easily.
Yan Zheng burst out with a strong will to survive, and his soul regrouped. A faint scarlet blood rose from the masonry and rubble. It was pulled by his consciousness and began to gather in one direction. When the sun set, The scarlet blood had accumulated very richly and gradually gathered to form a vague human body. The invisible force weaved new bones, muscles and skin. By the next morning, Yan Zheng was finally completely reborn.
He opened his eyes and looked at this new world full of malice with his deep eyes. He still thought too simply, thinking that after eating the red gauze bodhi, he would be able to live like the protagonists described in other novels. She has parents who are extremely powerful and has otherworldly talents. She also practices the supreme Kung Fu. Within a few years, her strength has improved by leaps and bounds. She can easily defeat a group of powerful enemies who have been practicing for hundreds of years. In the end, she is able to embrace the beauty. , respected and praised by the world.
And his parents in this life were just mortals, with mediocre talents and lack of suitable cultivation methods. Now he has just been reborn, but he is still trapped in this dangerous and mysterious world. It seems that he wants to survive in this world. He still has a long way to go to survive, or even live better.
The experience of being turned into powder was not really a good one, but it also made Yan Zheng know the limits of his own repair ability by accident. In the process of walking through the forest and hilly areas, Yan Zheng was also constantly testing and testing himself. With its ability, some smaller wounds, such as those located on the surface of muscles and skin, can be repaired almost instantly.
For example, if there is a penetrating injury to the trunk or a few fingers are missing, it will take some time to reshape it. What will happen if the entire arm and thigh are missing? Yan Zheng did not dare to do the experiment because he was too afraid of pain. After all, he didn't have a suitable knife, and he couldn't do it even if he was asked to cut his own arm.
This time, he was completely turned into powder by the thunder of the underworld crocodile, which was an extent that Yan Zheng did not expect. At the moment when his body was shattered, he felt that his consciousness also disappeared. He could hardly feel the existence of his body. After his consciousness regained After that, his body began to reorganize. It seems that this ability to regenerate is closely related to his willpower.
In addition, his blood has a strange effect of attracting monsters. He can't figure out the specific principle, but he is sure that this is not his original ability, but the reason why the blood in his body has been transformed after eating the red gauze bodhi. , it is with the help of this ability that he can hunt those weaker monsters.
Yan Zheng walked to the ruins of a broken wall and picked up a shirt made of cotton on the ground. The owner of the shirt had already been reduced to powder by the thunder bombardment. The thunder of the underworld crocodile was very strange, and it possessed the power over living bodies. The absolute lethality can actually restore humans and monsters directly into the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, while it does not cause much damage to inanimate objects.
Only some parts of the shirt became charred, but the whole thing was not damaged. Yan Zheng patted the charred areas off the shirt, and then put the clothes on. There was some residual warmth on the clothes, which seemed to indicate that its owner had not left Taipei. After a long time, Yan Zheng couldn't help but feel a little sentimental. He thought of the veteran who had helped him. In the end, he couldn't see the veteran's face clearly and couldn't remember his name.
These indigestible bricks and rubble were spit out by the underworld crocodile and scattered throughout the hilly area. Yan Zheng looked around and judged his current location. The landmark building Jingling City had completely disappeared, and only part of the basic structure remained. Recognizable.
Yan Zheng walked to the ruins of Jingling City to find something to eat. He was pleasantly surprised to find that only part of the basement used to store food in the city had been swept up into the sky. The remaining parts were not completely destroyed. After opening the masonry and rubble blocking the entrance, Yan Zheng got in. As expected, the water and food sent by the last transport team were still in the basement.
Yan Zheng couldn't wait to pick up the water gourd and drink the remaining half of the water in the water tank. Then he opened the wooden box and took out the baked noodles and bacon. Ignoring the dust on them, Yan Zheng picked up the noodles. Rolling up the marinated meat, he sat on the ground and ate it with big mouthfuls. He ate five or six times in a row before he stopped. Maybe it was because he had been hungry for a long time. He felt that this thing that the big guy usually got tired of eating was actually something he could eat now. It's so delicious.
After eating and drinking, Yan Zheng went out to find a few shirts, stacked bread and bacon inside, and made a simple backpack. The bread was somewhat similar to grilled naan. After baking, it was dried in the sun and marinated. The meat is similar to the air-dried meat that Yan Zheng marinated. The pork is cut into strips and fully air-dried in a cool place. These marching foods last for a long time and should be enough to support Yan Zheng back to the border.
There were many broken armors scattered among the surrounding masonry and rubble. Yan Zheng suddenly remembered something. He walked over, bent down and picked up a piece of broken armor. He turned it over and looked carefully. The soldiers on the frontier generally wore Zha armor is made of hemp rope and cowhide connected in series. This kind of armor is lighter than full body armor, easy to move, and has enough protective capabilities to meet your needs. It is suitable for exploration and action.
Yan Zheng groped on the back of the armor pieces one by one, and after a while, he touched a unique piece of armor. He used the dagger he picked up to cut the hemp rope and cowhide that connected the armor pieces together, and separated the piece from the others. Different armor plates were removed, and a person's name was engraved on them. Each frontier soldier had such an armor plate on his armor, which accompanied them from the beginning when they entered the army, and would not remain until they left the army. , of course, if he died in the execution of the mission, this armor plate can be used to determine his identity, and finally be sent to his family members as a souvenir.
Yan Zheng walked silently through the ruins. He opened up every piece of brick and rubble, found out the armor buried underneath, and removed the armor plate with the name engraved on it. Usually someone unfortunately died, he The comrades-in-arms will remove the armor plate and carry it with them. If the unit suffers huge losses, then the unit on the next mission will be responsible for completing the work.
However, even so, many people still lost their armor plates completely, and in the end they were unable to return to their hometowns and deliver them to their families. There were many rewards hanging on the public notice board in the camp, for parents who had lost their sons or who had lost their sons. What the wives who married their husbands posted on it wanted their armor plates. However, the work would take an unknown amount of time and go deep into an extremely dangerous and secluded environment. Few people have ever taken it up to complete it.
Yan Zheng kept picking up the armor pieces repeatedly until nightfall, when he was forced to stop. He was unable to save his brothers, so he could only try his best to take them home with him. He always endured Although he was very emotional, when he returned to the dark basement, his tears still flowed down.
He couldn't figure out where these sad emotions came from? For whom are his tears shed?
Are those emotions coming from Yan Zheng? But he is Yan Zheng, and Yan Zheng is him. The two of them have long become one. Those comrades who sacrificed their lives are no different from the good buddies he had before time travel. Their previous relationship was even deeper, and there is no need to deliberately recall it. , those memories surged in like a tidal wave.
They came to the northern border together, crawled and trained together, stood guard at the gate of the camp together, raised pigs and farmed, improved food, lazed and skated and made jokes together, relaxed and drank together, and overcame difficulties together. Fight side by side, sacrifice their lives for the country, and wrap their bodies in horse leather...
Yan Zheng wiped away his tears and smiled bitterly. His journey to immortality will continue, and he will continue to lose.
A few days later, Yan Zheng collected all the armor pieces that could be found around him. A team of several hundred people could finally find less than a hundred armor pieces. Those lost armor pieces were either still in the belly of the underworld crocodile, or Twisted and deformed, it was buried deep in the soil and could never be found again.
Yan Zheng carried his luggage and took one last look at the ruins of Jingling City.
"Brothers, I'll take you home!"
