Death, darkness, Chen Wei guessed that this was one dream after another. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 It was a wonderful feeling, the soul and consciousness seemed to float in the air, and then, again, fell into a dark and gloomy place, like a labyrinth that could never be escaped.

The overhead was too high to be seen, and it all disappeared into the shadows. The walls are black boulders that stretch upwards. There was a faint voice in the distance, some familiar, but also unfamiliar, like the voice of a ghost, **, echoing around, he couldn't hear what it was, but it gave him a feeling that he would never be able to escape from this place.

I don't know how much time has passed, and in this place, time seems to have lost its meaning—Chen Wei began to grope his way forward, shouting (maybe just in his head), hoping to get out, maybe just looking for some comfort and wanting to hear an answer.

But the sound grew farther and farther away, more and more indistinct, until it became an echo of echoes, and then disappeared completely. He was now left alone, walking through this dark corridor. He came to understand that it wasn't an illusion, a mirage, or a dream—at least not, the usual kind of dream, that he seemed to be in the middle ground, between the yin and yang worlds, or the boundaries of different spaces. But which world is he heading towards? Is it hell, punished for the sins he has committed.

Disturbing things appeared, images of innocent people who had died at his hands, men and women, old and young, all around him, devouring him, rebuking him, making him fearful, remorseful and helpless, his conscience constantly jumping out to make accusations, and the repentance of every despicable, cruel, deceitful crime he had committed was like a whip, whipping him, tormenting him, making him sweat, making him cry bitterly, making him ......

"Oh my God!" A distant voice screamed, and he could hear it clearly, a confused, impending calamity. Then there was silence, and the echo was gone. Then, it slowly started again.

After a while, the environment seemed to light up a little. At first, Chen Wei thought it was an imagination, a dream within a dream, but after a long time, the light was too obvious to be an illusion. There was a whisper of purgatory all around, a wheel was spinning and turning, and the colors were mixed together, was it the previous life, this life and the next life, under Chen Wei's gaze, the wheel was spinning more and more slowly......

Chen Wei suddenly found that he was not in a labyrinth at all, but in a room. He is not alone, but stands with Mengjie. The gentle touch of his hand made Chen Wei experience emotions that could not be described with pen and ink. Mengjie's body exuded a dazzling holy light, washing away Chen Wei's confusion, remorse, and fear......

Now he understood the sounds around him, not echoes, but muffled voices, like the tongues of nameless gods. Slowly, the voices grew clearer and clearer, until he could almost make out what they were saying. Then, there was no image left, only the dazzling light above his head, and his body involuntarily rose into that light......

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Early autumn, 1902.

At the high tide at Wusongkou, the blue-gray water in the urban area, the yellow water mixed with sediment in the Yangtze River, and the green-colored East China Sea showed the wonder of "three sandwiches" in front of Chen Wei, or the new Ah Fa, which is very much like the wheel of fortune turning.

Paddle steamers, dark steamers, ocean-masted ships, sand boats, and guard ships, large and small, all kinds of boats, go in and out on the river in the distance, come and go, and sound the whistle from time to time to show their sense of existence.

Chen Wei sat on the bank of the river and had been silently for a long time. Now, as if he had figured it out, he got up and walked slowly into the distance with vain steps. For the dead, everything is forgotten, but all this does not disappear. It is precisely because of its existence that Chen Wei, who has become Ah Fa, still has a chance.

Death, soul travel, possession and rebirth, bizarre experiences seem to inject him with a new energy, a new bold adventurous spirit, or a new understanding of life.

The past life was not a very good memory for him. Around the turn of the 21st century, a mysterious transnational criminal organization was once well known. Around the world, in the United States, Japan, Southeast Asia, Europe, and ......, as long as the client can afford it, whether it's assassinating the lives of politicians, drug lords, or the super-rich, or stealing trade secrets or top-secret documents hidden in safes deep in banks or private homes, this organization can always get the job done.

And Chen Wei is a member of the foreign logistics department in the organization, nicknamed "ghost hand". In terms of martial arts, he is not the most outstanding when he is a monk halfway, but in terms of comprehensive skills, he is the most comprehensive. Not only highly educated, but also with a pair of dexterous hands, a brilliant mind.

Agent, spy, and ruthless killer. Chen Wei grew up in an orphanage and was able to graduate from university, which can be described as an inspirational model. It's just that luck seems to have left him later, and he was imprisoned for an accidental conflict that led to the accidental killing of a gangster. In prison, he was retaliated against by the gangsters and nearly died. It was precisely because of his resistance that he did not give in and did not give up in prison that he was favored by the organization and got him out in advance through various channels. Later, after becoming ruthless and violent in the ordeal, he was trained in hell in the organization to become a capable leader, and a tool for mechanical tasks.

Such times made him numb from excitement and withered from passion. Until one day, Chen Wei's muzzle fell in the innocent and kind eyes of a girl - Mengjie. She was only six years old, and it was this immaculate innocence and kindness and faith in all things that moved him. For Chen Wei, she is the eternal light that illuminates his new life path.

Chen Wei, who has a clear conscience, is reawakened to his humanity, and he is more and more tired of living like the walking dead, and more and more tired of being a tool for murder and stealing. He broke away from the organization and wanted to start a new life of his own.

But the organization absolutely could not tolerate Chen Wei's separation, and in order to make an example of him, they pursued Chen Wei and never gave up. Running around and dying at the end of the world, Chen Wei finally did not escape the poisonous hands of the organization, but he finally regained his freedom and rebirth in an unbelievable way. No matter what his appearance and body have become, his heart is still Chen Wei, and that's enough.

Now, Chen Wei also understood some of the meanings contained in the reverberating voice, the sound like the chanting of the gods, when his soul was wandering and falling into the labyrinth and he was at a loss. It was not just forgiveness, but the responsibility that was given or placed on him, or the beginning of self-redemption.

Yes, when he realizes the despicable, cruel, deceitful, and betrayal sins he has committed in his previous life, and sincerely repents and acts in order to receive the promise of a bright afterlife.

As he walked, blending the memories in his mind, Ah Fa (henceforth called this name, so as not to be confused) walked through the dry, hard, rutted fields, listening to the bells in the distance, and crossing the wooded heights, he stopped in front of a poor and dirty village.

Ah Fa was hungry and thirsty, and he really couldn't walk, but as his memories fused, his brain gradually became active. Ah Fa, a small ruffian on the beach, is a gangster who has just started, and is a subordinate of the Green Gang hooligan Diao Wu, who wanted to make a contribution when he was fighting for the dock, but was knocked unconscious by a stick and fell into the Huangpu River. Well, it's such a guy, he hasn't done big bad things, he hasn't done small things a few times, and his body is also in a general state.

Now, after the soul fusion, although Ah Fa still remembers the training he received in his previous life, and remembers those moves and skills, whether it is speed or strength, this body cannot be used now. Moreover, no matter how much this body is trained, the flexibility and coordination cannot reach his original level, and it is very good to recover four or five percent at most.

Therefore, Ah Fa wants to find a place to stay quietly for a few days, wait for his body to fully recover, and then train adaptively, and plan his new life by the way.

Ah Fa rested at the head of the village for a while, slowed down his strength, and then walked in. The village is really dilapidated, with huts made of dirt and unpainted wood, and littered with garbage. Some of the huts had collapsed roofs, were uninhabited, and the air was filled with the smell of filth, decay, and the stench of feces and urine.

Originally, Ah Fa wanted to knock on the door of a farmhouse casually, try his luck, and see if he could get food and drink. But as he walked, he was attracted by the sound of music wafting in the distance, and involuntarily walked over.

The music is like a stream flowing, and it is like someone telling a long memory in a deep tone, which makes people feel a faint sadness. Ah Fa's thoughts went farther and farther, and the music rose and fell, as if revealing his bumpy life path. He wanders, is confused, wanders, and is unwilling to give in to fate.

As if with a deep, painful sigh, the music stopped, and Ah Fa stood in front of the fence in a daze, as if he had forgotten his original purpose.

"Little brother, what's the matter?" An old man sitting in the courtyard came over with a silk string and asked through the half-human wall.

Ah Fa's eyes were rounded, and he woke up. looked at the old man, with gray braided hair, a gray cloth coat, green cloth shoes on his feet, and his eyes were a little cloudy, which looked a little familiar.

"Hmm-" Ah Fa paused and said politely: "Old man, can you give me some food and drink, I can't walk anymore." ”

The old man looked at Ah Fa carefully, hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand to open the courtyard door and motioned for him to come in. The old man said as he walked: "Little brother, I know you, Red Sleeve Pavilion, my granddaughter and I have sold and sang there, and you have also rewarded our guests with leftovers." ”

Although Chen Wei and Ah Fa's memories were fused, there were some small things that he didn't think about carefully and were not familiar with. Hearing this, he recalled it carefully, and was slightly impressed. Unexpectedly, this little rascal Ah Fa was an unintentional and casual move, but it was remembered.