When he opened his eyes again, Yang Qi was at a loss, even though he almost succeeded in condensing the golden pill and achieved the immortal fruit position. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because he remembered that when the golden pill was about to be completed, the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning had annihilated all the vitality in his body, so he thought that he could not have the time to open his eyes.

But at this moment, he really opened his eyes, the cold ground was against his face, as well as his hands and feet, and his whole body, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Qi realized that he was lying face down on the side of the road, and on the side of the road was a tall camphor tree that was not quite old, although it was not clear what was going on, but he still frowned slightly and got up.

The night shrouded the land, and it was a long, silent street with few lights, and the two-lane road was flanked by two long rows of tall camphor trees that could not be seen.

His eyes slowly swept over the facades on both sides of the street, and looking down at the street under his feet, Yang Qi couldn't find a trace of familiarity.

It's a strange place!

It shouldn't be ancient Huizhou!

Because the buildings and facades on both sides of the street do not have the style of ancient Huizhou architecture, there is no trace of gray tiles and white walls, and the familiar horse-head wall is not visible.

Where the hell is this?

Yang Qi looked around and turned around, and then saw that not far behind him was an intersection, where the lights were much brighter, there were vehicles coming and going, and there were pedestrians crossing the road.

Blinking, Yang Qi subconsciously walked over there, and as soon as he took two steps, he felt something strange and stopped, looking down at himself.

About 40 feet size, wearing a pair of black sneakers, a pair of dark jeans, the street lights are dim, I can't see the color of the pants clearly, and the two legs are a little short and thin, just these two points made Yang Qi realize that this was not his original body.

He was thin, but his feet were at least two yards larger than these feet, and his legs were at least twenty centimeters long.

Raising his hands to his eyes in confusion, Yang Qi saw that these hands were not his original, the slender and slender fingers looked so young, and they were not his 32-year-old palms at all.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Qi slowly reached out and touched his face, his emaciated face and young skin made him even more sure that this was not his original body.

Strange place, strange body!

It added to the strange feeling in his heart.

However, he was not flustered in his heart, he had experienced such a period of life, he had cultivated the "Bronze Fu Iron Scroll" for 27 years, and he was only half a step away from completely condensing into a golden pill, which had already made his mind different from ordinary people, a person who had been killed by the Heavenly Tribulation, what else could make him feel flustered?

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Qi felt a faint joy in his heart, compared to being scattered and completely disappearing into this world, he felt that it was a good thing that he could become another person to live like this.

Since it is a good thing, it is worth rejoicing and not panicking.

Only, what is the identity of this body? Where is his home? Where should I go?

Yang Qi continued to walk forward aimlessly, he planned to go to the intersection in front of him to take a look, maybe there would be an acquaintance of this body calling his name, so that he might be able to knock on the side to find out where the home of this body is, it is dark, he wants to find a place to settle first, and the best place is naturally the home of this body.

Taking two more steps forward, Yang Qi stopped again, because he felt a pain in the back of his head, the kind of pain that he was injured.

Stopping again, Yang Qi reached out and touched the back of his head suspiciously, when his fingers touched the sore spot, he felt a slimy **** feeling, and he took his hand to his eyes in confusion and found that his fingers were stained with a lot of slimy blood.

He frowned slightly and thought about it, thinking of the scene when he opened his eyes just now, lying on the side of the road, Yang Qi probably understood what was going on.

It should be that the original owner of this body was hit in the back of the head, and then probably died, and then his Yang Qi's soul somehow occupied this body.

So, the original owner of this body has enemies in this vicinity?

Was it a vendetta, or was it a fight with someone who was killed by mistake?

Thinking of this, Yang Qi frowned again, listened to the surrounding movements, did not hear footsteps, nor did he hear the sound of breaking the air, Yang Qi slowly turned around and carefully looked around, and did not find any figures, it seems that the murderer who killed the original owner of this body has already fled.

It should be safe for now!

Yang Qi stretched his brows, thought about it, touched his trouser pocket and the inner and outer pockets of his upper body, and found a canvas wallet with a zipper and a straight mobile phone.

Unzipping the zipper, Yang Qi saw that there were several banknotes of various denominations and sizes and three or four silver-white coins.

$10, $20, $5, $1......

I clicked it, and there was a total of 67 yuan.

This money made Yang Qi frown slightly again, not because there was less money, but because the patterns on these coins were not exactly the same as the ones he used before.

The heads on several banknotes are still familiar to his grandfather Mao, but the color of the banknotes is different from other patterns.

The street lights are dim, and he can't see clearly, the 10 yuan denomination seems to be blue, the 20 yuan is purple, and the 5 yuan is cyan. The one-dollar coin was about the same size as the Republic coin he had used, but the pattern on the coin didn't seem to be very different.

Is this a strange world? not just a strange city?

While stuffing the coins back into his wallet, Yang Qi slowly looked at the street under the night thoughtfully, probably psychologically, at this moment, he felt that the air here seemed to be different from the place where he originally lived.

His eyesight was originally very strong, and he had cultivated the "Copper Rune Iron Scroll" for many years, allowing him to see at night, but now that he has changed this body, there is no trace of the true qi in his body that has been cultivated from the "Copper Rune Iron Scroll", Yang Qi found that his eyesight has also deteriorated greatly, and under the dim street lights, he can't see far.

Although there were many questions in his heart, Yang Qi did not stop here for long, put his wallet and mobile phone back in the pocket of his jeans, and he continued to walk forward, this time his steps were a little bigger, and soon he came to the intersection in front of him.

The road that intersected with the dim street just now was much wider, six lanes, the street lights on both sides of the road were very bright, and the frontage of the street on both sides of the road was basically brightly lit, and the road was full of cars and pedestrians.

The noisy night scene of the city instantly enveloped Yang Qi.

Smiling slightly, Yang Qi felt a little more at ease, now that he has no true qi, his skills are definitely not as good as before, and the original owner of this body was obviously beaten to death, the murderer may be nearby, in the dim and uninhabited street just now, it must be more dangerous than the street where people come and go.

Now on this lively street, even if the murderer suddenly sees him, he probably won't dare to do it again.

The murderer also doesn't know if it's one person or a group of people.

The original owner of this body should be less than twenty years old, and it is very possible for a young man of this age to fight in a group.

Maybe you even join a certain underworld group, and then there will be even more opponents.

Yang Qi stopped a passer-by girl and asked, and inquired that there was a clinic not far in front of him, so he walked over there.

When he found the clinic and sat in the clinic hall to ask the doctor to treat the wound on the back of his head, Yang Qi calmly listened to the doctors and nurses fuss and exclaim the wound on the back of his head, and looked at the long mirror on the medicine shelf opposite with calm eyes.

To be precise, looking at yourself in that mirror.

The young man in the mirror is what he is now.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, with long eyebrows, slightly melancholy eyes, red lips and white teeth, a faint hairy lip, three-seven-point hair sticking softly on the head, the hair is still black and bright, not handsome, but not ugly, quite delicate.

It was six or seven points similar to his original appearance, looking at the face in the mirror, Yang Qi had the illusion of seeing himself when he was young.

Unlike when he was younger, the young man in the mirror was shorter and thinner than when he was younger, and there was a melancholy look in his eyes.

Looking at the face in the mirror that resembles his youth, Yang Qi smiled, he thought, maybe this is an important reason why he can become the new owner of this body, he has seen a conjecture before, some scientists put forward the theory of parallel time and space, that theory says that each of us exists in many parallel time and space at the same time, and each of us lives in a different identity in each parallel time and space.

Yang Qi was a little skeptical at the moment if the body he occupied was himself in parallel time and space.

Looking at the familiar and slightly unfamiliar young face in the mirror, Yang Qi had the illusion of going back in time, as if he was back in his youth.

Different worlds, different identities, when he was young, looking at himself in the mirror, a thought gradually grew in his heart - since he has changed his identity, let's change his way of living!

"Bronze Fu Iron Scroll" He will re-cultivate, but he will not only have cultivation in his life like before, he will try the life of ordinary people, try the joys, sorrows and sorrows of ordinary people, and experience the love and hatred of ordinary people.

It's a new beginning!

He's already looking forward to it.