The low thatched hut was dimly lit, and there was an unpleasant musty smell in the air.

Song Yiran, who was lying on the kang, closed his eyes tightly and frowned unconsciously.

A huge explosion~ explosion sounded in her head, and she seemed to see a sea of fire. There were cries everywhere, dead bodies everywhere, and the world became a purgatory in an instant.

Song Yiran's two hands clenched into fists, clenching them tightly.

Countless rays of white light flew towards her, stinging her eyes, and her brain seemed to be pierced by tens of thousands of needles at the same time, which made people feel painful.

Song Yiran's whole body kept trembling, and his whole body seemed to have been hit by an electric current, looking very painful. Her head felt like it was going to explode, as if something had to be shoved in. In her head, there were scenes flashing like a marquee, laughter and chaos, and finally turned into an affectionate call:

"Ran ran ......"

Is it calling her?

Song Yiran suddenly opened his eyes~

On the black roof, the shadow of the thatch can be faintly seen, and there are still wisps of black flocculent hanging in some places, and I don't know how long it has not been cleaned.

A look of confusion flashed in Song Yiran's eyes, where is she?

She turned her head to look around for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on her face. The adobe walls look particularly strange, the old window frames look crumbling, some places are glass, others are actually made of paper.

Looking at the house again, it is even more surrounded by four walls, and the places that can be seen by the eyes are thatched except for the earthen wall, and the half-new wooden box placed in the corner of the wall seems to be the only valuable object in this family.

The whole room was small and broken, and the door frame was crooked, and a half-cut curtain of no color hung on it.

Song Yiran retracted her gaze and instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but she didn't swallow anything, and her throat hurt even more.

The extreme feeling of weakness made Song Yiran very insecure, and she still didn't know where she was.

That big ~ explosion ~ explosion was very large, and it stands to reason that she should have no chance of surviving. But here she is now! The sore throat is so real that it doesn't feel like a dream at all!

Did she survive?

A fierce look flashed in Song Yiran's eyes, since she is not dead, then she should return to the team immediately and settle accounts with those people.

Just then, there was the sound of footsteps, and someone lifted the curtain and walked in.

Song Yiran naturally looked over, and when he saw it, he was stunned again.

As a member of the squad, she went out on a mission in the country~ out, even if she survived the explosion, she should have been saved by the locals! But the person who walked in was obviously a Chinese person, she was wearing a dusty shirt, and there were two patches on her shoulders and elbows. She was wearing a pair of fat black pants on her lower body, and she was wearing the kind of black cloth shoes that only appear in TV brushes!

"Are you awake?" said the woman, with a look of surprise on her face, "I'll touch it." After speaking, he put his palm on Song Yiran's forehead.

"Great, don't burn. ”

Listening to the familiar language, looking at the unfamiliar environment and the long-lost outfit, Song Yiran's mind flashed a lot of pictures at once, those memories that did not belong to her, like a tide rushing towards her, Song Yiran had no choice but to be forced to accept everything.

She actually crossed over!

In other words, she did die in that explosion, but her soul returned to the Huaxia Kingdom in the tenth century of the last century, and traveled to this little girl with the same name and surname as her.

Crossing this kind of bloody thing actually happened to me. She is a good Lu Jun ~ captain, dressed as a person who was relegated to the countryside to shave dung, this gap is a bit big!

Song Yiran's dazed and silent made a look of distress flash in the woman's eyes, she sat on the edge of the kang, and said bitterly to Song Yiran: "Silly girl, do you know that you were almost burned to death?

When Song Yiran heard this, he couldn't help but look at the woman in front of him.

This woman is a widow named Zhao Xiaodong, one of the few people in the Daqingshan production team who has no ill will towards the original owner. Zhao Xiaodong took care of the original owner, and it was also for the sake of the original owner's grandfather's face, this matter is a long story, and now Song Yiran's mind is still very messy, so he simply doesn't think about it.

It's just that the original owner didn't die to save the cow, she was killed by someone.

The cowshed suddenly caught fire, and the original owner was weak and choked in the cowshed, never to wake up. Fortunately, the people from the production team came in time and carried the original owner out, otherwise when she was burned into a charred corpse, she wouldn't have been able to pick up this cheap rebirth!

"Auntie, I want to sleep a little longer. That's what the original owner called Zhao Xiaodong.

Zhao Xiaodong nodded, "Okay, you can sleep! I'll bring you food later." ”

Song Yiran closed his eyes and said thank you silently. She actually didn't feel sleepy, but she didn't know how to face her new identity and how to face Zhao Xiaodong, so she had to pretend to be asleep.

Zhao Xiaodong guarded her for a while, and when he saw that she was sleeping soundly, he left lightly.

As soon as she walked on her front foot, Song Yi opened her eyes on her feet.

If you have come, you will be safe! It is better to live than to die!

Besides, I owe the original owner a life, so I have to avenge her, right?

However, it is imperative that she get better as soon as possible and have a good body in order to protect herself. Only by taking care of your body can you avenge the original owner!

Song Yiran yawned and slowly closed her eyes, this body was too weak, and after only a while, she was a little overwhelmed.

Not long after Song Yiran fell asleep, a sneaky figure suddenly touched the place where she lived.

Zhao San squatted at the base of the wall and looked around.

At this time, everyone was going to work, and no one noticed him slipping out.

That Widow Zhao also left!

It's really God's help! It's not in vain that I've been squatting here for half a day.

Old man Sun's house is far away from the village, if something really happens, it is useless for the girl to scream and cut her throat.

Zhao San smiled weirdly, walked to the door and pushed it, the dilapidated door made a creak, and it was easily pushed open.

Song Yiran, who was sleeping in the house, suddenly opened his eyes.

Her body is weak, but her mental perception of danger is still there, if she didn't even have this ability, she would have been bombarded into scum by those terrorists (horror)~ molecules.

The other party is not good! Who will come?