"People are up and down in the highs and lows of their lives, and even if they have a high level of cultivation, they can't be free from tiredness and truly liberate ......"

My father's dying words echoed in my head.

Little by little, consciousness returns.

But the brain seems to have been forcibly dissected and poured into the lead fluid, which is getting heavier and more painful.

Pain! Pain! Pain!

Like a drop of water piercing through a stone, great pain suddenly broke through a certain boundary.

Su Xian opened his eyes suddenly, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be torn.

The magic tube lamp hanging overhead swirled and swayed, and the dim light passed through the transparent lampshade, casting a web of confusion.

The pain gradually subsides.

Su Xian held his forehead and crawled from the ground with difficulty, his eyes full of confusion.

"I'm still alive, how is that possible? Here it is...... Hiss! ”

He suddenly covered his mouth and nose and took a few steps back with great abruptness.

A few steps in front of him, there was a corpse!

The corpse was pale-skinned, withered, without eyebrows, without hair, and covered with a hospital gown with a blue bar on a white background, like a prison uniform.

Su stared at the corpse with horror in his eyes.

No one was more familiar with the corpse than he was.

He was far more familiar with the corpse than anyone else in this world.

Because this corpse is his own.

He was standing in front of his own corpse, staring at his own corpse.

……

"I'm already dead? So who am I now? ”

……

The brain is spinning wildly.

The last image in my memory is the faces of relatives in the ward.

Some are sad, some are sad, but there are also people who show a tired face of relief.

After ten years of struggle, he still couldn't escape the pursuit of death.

This body, which had been tormented by illness for ten years, finally closed its eyes forever.

……

More memories suddenly poured out.

These new memories are fragmentary and vague.

But apparently not a memory that belongs to him.

"Is it the memory of my current body? What's going on? Could it be that the original owner of this corpse saw that I was dying of illness and took the initiative to lend me my body? That's a nice idea. ”

Little by little, the memories became clearer, but they were still confused.

Su Xian shook his head and looked around.

……

He appeared to be in a secret room, the entrance of which extended from above.

Coming down from the entrance, on the left hand side is a large bookshelf with a large number of ancient documents and miscellaneous books.

On the right-hand side is a display case filled with all sorts of antiquities that look strange and exude an old atmosphere.

Directly opposite, there is a long table with matching chairs pushed into the corner.

The table is made of solid wood and is very old.

In one corner of the table lay several stacked books, next to pen holders stuffed with pens, black and red ink, and a round mirror with a border twisted into strange patterns of black metal.

In the center of the table, there is a notebook, a pen, and a piece of parchment.

The parchment depicts a mysterious pattern that looks like a magic circle, and on it are placed three things, a pocket watch, a diamond, and a dice, which just form a triangle.

Su Xian approached the display case and looked at the round mirror.

The round mirror reflected the dim light, like a demon smiling.

In the mirror, he has slightly curly short burgundy hair, deep eye sockets, dark black eyes and faint dark circles, the bridge of his nose is straight but not high, his skin is fair and delicate, and the whole face shape has a certain similarity with his own face, but it is not the same.

"His name is Mark."

"Looks seven points like me."

"Is this a coincidence, or is it inevitable?"

As his memory gradually became clearer, Su Xian finally had a clue.

Mark Gunnon is the name of this body.

This is no longer the world it used to be.

"Mark is a member of the Gynon family in the Kingdom of Longne, and his father is a baron in the kingdom, but Mark also has an older brother and an older sister, so Mark is only the second son of the baron's family and has no right to inherit the title. He now lives in the coastal city of Brut, studying in the third year of Brut Higher College, and runs a rare treasure antiquities shop, his hobby is to research and collect antiquities, and he is good at antiquities identification, and his girlfriend is ......"

"I'm in his body now, so what about him? In my body? ”

Su Xian couldn't help but turn to the corpse lying on the ground again.

No matter how you look at it, the body has died of a terminal illness.

……

"Memories are broken. While it's unclear what Mark was for, it seems that he performed some kind of mysterious sacrificial ritual that ultimately led to his current result. ”

Su Xian furrowed his brows and rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to find out the answer from Mark's memory.

But it didn't work out.

There is an inseparable bond between the soul and the body, and the separation of the soul from the body can cause uncertain damage to the memory of the brain.

In addition to basic memories such as words and language, the memories originating from Mark are not clear, especially the memories of the last few days, which are particularly vague.

On the wall behind the long table hangs the calendar: Sunday, July 7, 1818.

A week ago, Mark was a normal honor student at Brut College, and the only difference between him and the average student was the rare antiquities shop on the corner of College Street.

As the name suggests, this rare antiquities shop deals in and authenticates rare treasures and ancient objects.

Although Mark could not inherit his father's title, he was born in the baronial family, and his good background allowed him to have more funds, not only to buy this expensive store on College Street, but also not to worry too much about profit and loss.

Antiquities collection is his hobby, and antiquities identification is his specialty.

Brut College has three days a week, two days of practice outside of class, and two days off, and he uses the time of practice and rest to run the antiquities shop.

Although the long-term operation did not make him famous in the circle, it allowed him to establish a certain reputation among the students.

Handsome, sunny, well-born, capable, and wealthy, he will naturally exude a charming charm and attract the fireflies to rush to his body, so his "friends" relationship is very broad.

The change came this week, starting with Mark getting a piece of parchment.

Su Xian sorted out his memories and turned his gaze to the desk.

Look at the notebook and parchment.

The notebook was spread out, with graceful handwriting on it.

Founded at the end of the Age of the Gods, the Kingdom of Long was spoken in the Inphistean language, a thirty-six syllabic alphabet system similar to English that was created by otherworldly beings who called themselves "gods" at the time.

Although Su Xian has a memory of Mark, he has not fully digested it, and when he looks at these words, it is like reading a translation, which seems a little jerky.

But he barely read it out.

The content is only one line.

"After tonight, I will no longer be me."

……