After an unknown period of time, Yang Mu gradually regained his consciousness. He tried his best to open his eyes, but it was dark all around him. All he could see was darkness. He could not see anything. He felt like he was living in a void. His entire body was gone, but his thoughts were still there.
Yang Mu was a little afraid. Could this be the King of Hell's Palace? Have I become a ghost? Yang Mu thought to himself that with such a huge explosion, his body would probably not be able to survive. Sigh, how should I face my parents? As he thought about it, Yang Mu felt a little tired and lost his mind…
In the illusion, Yang Mu slowly regained consciousness. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he could not.
The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound. Yang Mu was extremely afraid. He tried his best to call out to himself in his mind. I want to get up, I want to get up. Open your eyes, open your eyes.
"Ah! I don't want to die." Yang Mu shouted and then suddenly opened his eyes. It was pitch black in front of him, as if something was blocking his vision and pressing down on his body. It was not too heavy, and he could still bear it. Yang Mu's body slowly moved. He felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. He slowly raised his hand. After a long time, he felt that he couldn't breathe.
He reached up with both hands and immediately gave Yang Mu a fright. How was this possible? How could he be in the soil? Yang Mu's hand had already reached out and he sat up reflexively. He immediately saw the surrounding scenery. It was a mass grave. He saw that his legs were still buried in the soil. Yang Mu was surprised to find that he had become smaller, much smaller.
The cold wind whistled, and Yang Mu couldn't help but shiver. A creepy feeling suddenly rose in his heart, and his heart was moving violently. Yang Mu hurriedly got out of the soil. He turned around and saw that he was actually buried in the ground.
Looking at his legs, Yang Mu was speechless. How could it be? Why were his legs so short? He looked like a seven or eight-year-old child. He placed his hands in front of his eyes and looked at them carefully. They were too small. Could they be possessed by a ghost? Yang Mu thought to himself.
Thinking of this, Yang Mu became even more afraid. He shouted and ran away from this place. This was what Yang Mu was thinking now. After running for a long time, a light appeared in front of him. Seeing the light, Yang Mu's heart calmed down and he quickly ran in that direction.
The lights were getting brighter and brighter. A very large and tall courtyard wall appeared in Yang Mu's eyes. Because it was too dark, he could not see it clearly at all.
Yang Mu could only run along the wall, hoping to find the entrance. However, the wall was really long. After running for half an hour, he still could not find the door. Yang Mu could not help but think of the ghost wall in his hometown. He was extremely afraid.
After running for so long, Yang Mu was tired and thirsty. After a while, he slowed down and walked slowly. A trace of anger burst out from Yang Mu's heart.
"Damn it, didn't you say that we can go out with a light? There's a light ahead, I don't believe I can't get out.!”
After a long time, when Yang Mu was about to give up, he finally saw two lights hanging high in front of him.
"Why are these streetlights hanging so high?”Yang Mu could not help but heave a sigh of relief.
Under the light, Yang Mu saw a large iron door. He secretly sucked in a breath of cold air. Who added this door? That big?
"No, this is a city? Ancient city? City gates?" For a moment, Yang Mu didn't know what to think.
"Where am I?" Yang Mu shouted and hurriedly knocked on the city gate.
"Thump, thump!" The muffled sound of the city gate was very ear-piercing in the silent night.
"Who is it?" A loud shout came from above Yang Mu. Then, he heard a loud commotion above him.
Yang Mu heaved a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to answer, he felt that he had not managed to catch his breath and fainted. He did not know what had happened.
After running for so long, Yang Mu finally fainted from exhaustion.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Mu slowly opened his eyes. He was lying on a simple wooden bed with the door closed. The room was simple and small. It was a house made of wood. A broken table stood in the middle of the room. There was a classic teapot and a few cups on the table, but they were all simple and ordinary.
Touching his body a few times, Yang Mu felt that he had some strength. He got off the bed and went to the table. Seeing that there was still some tea in the teapot, Yang Mu directly pulled it over and drank it all in one breath. This time, he felt much more comfortable. He had also recovered a lot of strength.
"Squeak."
Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked in from outside the room. The man was dressed in a simple military uniform. When he saw Yang Mu, he was stunned for a moment before he became happy.
Yang Mu was also stunned.
"Nephew, you're finally awake?" The man said happily.
"Who are you?" Yang Mu was confused.
The man was stunned, then he ran to Yang Mu worriedly and patted his head. He said in surprise,"Nephew, don't you recognize me?”
"Uncle, who are you? Where am I?" Yang Mu asked curiously.
"You don't remember? Do you really not recognize me?" The man asked carefully.
Yang Mu was stunned, wondering if he had heard wrongly. He had never seen the man in front of him before! However, Yang Mu nodded instinctively.
"Ai, child, it seems that you escaped death, but you were burned by a high fever. You don't remember the past. It's all my fault. How can I explain to the dead Brother Yang?”the man said anxiously.
"Uncle, I'm fine. Who is Brother Yang?”Yang Mu asked curiously.
"Child, don't worry, you will remember it in the future. Brother Yang was your father, a soldier in our border city. He died in battle a few days ago, and when he died, he asked me to take care of you. I didn't expect that when I came back, your high fever wouldn't go down and you didn't even make a sound. I thought you were dead, so I buried you outside the city. I didn't expect that you were so lucky that you actually came back alive from the grave.”The man said dejectedly.
Yang Mu didn't know why, but when he heard the man say that his Brother Yang had died in battle, Yang Mu's heart was deeply moved. Tears flowed down his face as he muttered,"My father is dead, dead?"
"Child, you, you remember?" The man was shocked. Don't be afraid, I will take care of you when you grow up, and I won't let Brother Yang down. Rest well. I'll get you something to eat.”After saying that, the man looked deeply at Yang Mu and left.
Yang Mu could clearly see a trace of concern in the man's eyes. Not long after, the man returned with a table full of food. Yang Mu also ate a full meal without hesitation. She could not help but feel tired, and then she lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
The man shook his head and left. In the dream, Yang Mu had a strange dream. In the dream, his father became another person, an incomparably brave soldier. He was a centurion, and that middle-aged man was also a centurion. He was his father's good friend and also a comrade. His name was Han Shang…"
"Great General?"
On the drill ground of the military camp, a man in golden armor with a dignified aura was the general of the defense city, Liu Baiyi. He looked down at the tens of thousands of soldiers with a faint sadness in his eyes. He walked down from the high platform and came to the front of Han Rang's army.
"En, this time, we were ambushed by the enemy and suffered great losses. We also lost many officers. Yang Li was even more valiant. If not, it would be difficult for me to escape.”
"I swear that I will destroy the enemy to repay the spirits of all the soldiers in heaven.”Liu Baiyi said heroically.
"General is mighty! General is mighty!"
For a moment, thunder rumbled on the Drill Ground.
"Is Field Officer Wang here?" Liu Baiyi shouted.
"I'm here!" An officer walked out of the camp and answered loudly.
"Yang Li fought bravely against the enemy, sacrificed his life for his crimes, and was conferred the title of Baron. He was a loyal and brave lieutenant, and his descendants were blessed.”Liu Baiyi shouted.
"I accept your orders."
"Does Commandant Yang have any descendants?" Liu Baiyi said.
Commandant Wang was stunned. Although Yang Li was his subordinate, he didn't know if he had any descendants. He couldn't help but turn around and look at Han Rang.
Han Rang understood and stepped forward."General Bing, Zhongyong Lieutenant Yang Li has a son who is still alive. His name is Yang Mu and he lives in a thatched cottage in the city. He's seven years old this year."
"Yes, the father and son will inherit the title. However, that child is only seven years old and there is no one to take care of him. How about this? This general's child is also eight years old this year. In the future, he hoped to be like his father and go into battle to kill enemies.”With that, he left. There would be someone else to handle this matter.
Han Rang was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him. After leaving the military camp, Han Rang hurried home to prepare everything for the General's residence to pick up Yang Mu.
At this time, Yang Mu had already woken up. The dream he had just had had made him understand everything. He had transmigrated. This was something he could not deny. Moreover, it was a soul possession. The original Yang Mu was already dead. Now, he could be said to have returned to his soul through a corpse.
He shook his head and helplessly accepted this fact. He could only survive in this strange world. He just wanted to go down as an ordinary person. God arranged for him to return to life and gave him a second life. Yang Mu could not help but sigh.
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