Beidu, the Third Army Hospital.

Outside the hallway of Ward 305.

"Did you see it, it's so pitiful, this little girl, just 20 years old, I didn't expect to get this disease, God really doesn't have long eyes." A diminutive nurse covered her mouth and pointed at the patient in the ward through the frosted glass on the door of the ward, saying with a look of regret.

"Who's to say no, this little girl is so beautiful and gentle, when I saw her for the first time, I didn't know how much envy I was for that body and skin, but now, you see. After a few chemotherapy treatments, the whole thing is gone/humanoid, and I feel distressed when I see it. Another nurse, who was a little fat, shook her head and sighed.

"I heard that her grandfather is Zhao Tieyi, one of the top ten generals of the founding of the country, Zhao Lao, not only that, but I also heard that she is already a national-level archer at a young age, and she is going to represent the country to compete in foreign countries, but unfortunately, everything is over now, maybe this is the so-called excess." The diminutive nurse said in a low voice.

"Shhh, don't say it, don't say it, be careful of being heard by her, it's not good, let's hurry up and go to the ward round, so as not to be scolded by the squad leader again." The obese nurse made a silent gesture and pulled the diminutive nurse out of the room door.

In the hospital room, a tall young woman in a hospital gown sits on a bed/on a glass staring blankly at the stars in the night sky and the crescent moon hanging high in the sky.

From the back, the most striking thing about the woman is the thick black shawl hair, like a black waterfall hanging in the air, she sits quietly with her head half-raised, giving people a sense of tranquility and gentleness. But if you look at her front, I'm sure everyone will have an expression of disbelief that a woman with such a perfect back could be like this.

The complexion is dull and dark without a trace of luster, the loose skin forms layers of folds between the neck, the body is skinny, the skin on the hands is close to the bones, there is no trace of flesh / feeling up and down the body, at a glance it gives people a feeling of dry corpse, the most important thing is her hair, you can't see it behind the back, but if you look at it from the front, you will find that the hair near her forehead has fallen out, leaving only a bare scalp, at a glance, it looks like a dysentery.

Next to the hospital bed hung her medical record, on which some basic information and her condition were written.

"Zhao Yantong, female, 20 years old, advanced stomach cancer."

"In three months, I won't be able to see this sky again." Zhao Yantong looked at the sky and whispered to himself.

"I wonder what it's like to die?"

She lay down/leaned over, looking at the ceiling, thinking about the question, and for a moment, she slowly closed her eyes, "I don't know if I'll just close my eyes and never open them again." ”

"Where is this? How is it white, is it that I am already dead, and this is the underworld? ”

Zhao Yantong stood in a vast white space, thinking curiously, not the slightest surprise or fear in her heart, but she felt a kind of tranquility that she had never felt before.

"Are you afraid of death?" In the vast expanse of the surroundings, an old and deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Who's talking? Is it a ghost? Or Lord Yama? Zhao Yantong asked around, but no one answered.

"Are you afraid of death?" The same question came again.

"Hmm~~~"

"Don't be afraid"

"Would you rather die" is still the same voice, but the question is different.

"I don't want to," Zhao Yantong shook his head.

"Why?"

"Because I like this universe, I like this starry sky, I like the land under my feet, I like the country I live in, I still have a lot of things to like, I don't want to die, I still have what I like, I still have what I desire, I still have what I want to protect, I want to live." As she spoke, Zhao Yantong's voice became deeper and lower, and a little teardrop flowed down her dry face, which was the cry in her heart.

"You want to live?"

"Yes, I want to live." Zhao Yantong wiped her tears and replied affirmatively.

"Even if you give your freedom, you give your future, you give your soul?"

"Everything, I can give."

"Very well, I have fully received your faith, I will give you a healthy body, I will give you great strength, and from now on you will fight with me in the eternal future, until death, until the end, until the end of the royal court."

"My name is Huang Zhong, your only support."

Yes!!!

Zhao Yantong suddenly shouted, and then the whole person woke up from sleep.

"Was that a dream?" Zhao Yantong just raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, but she didn't expect to see a picture that made her unbelievable.

"This hand? This is my hand?! She stared blankly at her hands, their skin as white as clotted jade, their tense and elastic muscles, and anyone who saw her hands would have been amazed, because they seemed to be the work of the Creator.

Zhao Yantong turned her hands repeatedly, and then she seemed to think of something, jumped off the hospital bed and ran quickly to the bathroom, she stood in front of a mirror wrapped in newspapers, which she wrapped with her own hands, and she hadn't looked in the mirror since she was sick.

Zhao Yantong tore off the newspaper layer by layer with trembling hands, and slowly the mirror reappeared in front of her, she closed her eyes tightly, slowly stretched her head to the front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes in a worried mood.

"This is my ?!!" Zhao Yantong was stunned, what was reflected in the mirror was a beautiful face, the originally dull and black complexion has now become white/delicate/tender, the complexion is as clear as jade, like a crescent moon, like flowers and trees piling up snow, and the hair that was gradually falling out due to chemotherapy has also been re-opened, and it is more supple than before.

Zhao Yantong felt a little strange to herself at this moment, although she was also called a beauty before, she was definitely not as delicate and moving as she is now.

"That's not a dream! That's not a dream! She suddenly remembered the old and deep voice, and suddenly she only felt an indescribable tremendous power surging in her body, and a trace of illusory pale yellow brilliance emanated from her body, and she held it out of thin air, a blood-red longbow appeared in her hand, and slowly pulled the bowstring, and a pale yellow arrow appeared on the string.

"This is my !! power" Zhao Yantong looked at the bow and arrow in his hand in disbelief, and his heart was flooded with turbulent waves.

···

"Looks like the plan is going well."

Gu Yan sat in the imaginary space, and there were countless light screens floating in front of him, each of which showed a person who had obtained the power of the Heroic Spirit, including Huaguo, American, English, and Neon... Around the world, countless heroes who only exist in history or rumors have appeared on Earth, looking for their own host.

"All the countries on the earth, please enjoy this great gift." Gu Yan showed a sinister smile.