The never-ending starry sky, the never-ending darkness, the never-ending cold, no temperature, no light, and no sound.

There is only a boundless, hopelessly vast void.

I don't know when, a white light suddenly appeared in the void, it was so dazzling, brilliant, bright and pure, drifting and shuttling in the endless starry sky. The white light tore through the darkness, swallowing up all the silence and cold, and everywhere it passed, there was a warm white light in full bloom.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's an era, maybe it's a reincarnation, maybe it's a year, it's an hour, or even a moment. A green light suddenly lit up somewhere in the starry sky, and it became more and more abundant, and finally stabilized, forming a wormhole-like passage, connecting the two sides of the starry sky. The dense tall figures in the passage surged like a flood, rushing frantically towards the other end of the passage.

At the same time, the white light instantly crossed the infinite distance, pierced into the green light and disappeared.

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"Surnamed Chen, you dare to hurt me!" Zhang Dashan woke up from the nightmare with a wild roar, and sat up suddenly, making the wooden bed creak.

"I'm not dead?"

"Where is this?" Zhang Dashan had a lot of doubts in his heart.

"Bang!"

A vague figure pushed the door in, looked at Zhang Dashan who was sitting on the bed, and suddenly let out a howl: "Son, you finally woke up!"

In front of his eyes, he couldn't see anything, Zhang Dashan was feeling inexplicable, suddenly feeling that the world was spinning, his soul was roaring, his brain was in great pain, his eyes were black, and he fainted.

This coma was a few days and nights, and after a long time, Zhang Dashan woke up again. Although the brain is still buzzing and the pain is unbearable everywhere in the body, at least the body organs are functioning normally, and the five senses are there.

The quilt was rough and yellowish, apparently old for years, but it smelled like it had just been washed. There is a wooden table in the room, and there are more than a dozen bundles of firewood piled up in the corner, and the bright sun shines in through the window, so that people can't open their eyes, and the sunlight is mixed with wisps of cooking smoke, obviously someone is living and cooking outside.

"Where is this?"

"What happened, why didn't I die?" Zhang Dashan was full of questions, trying to struggle to get up, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he felt that his eyes were black, and he almost fainted, and he hurriedly lay down and did not dare to move again. The creaking of his old plank bed rattled a child playing outside the room.

The child, who was five or six years old, wearing a tattered coarse cloth clothes, pushed open the door, saw Zhang Dashan who had woken up, and immediately pounced, lying on the edge of the bed and shouting: "Brother, you have finally woken up!"

"Brother, this kid calls me brother?" Zhang Dashan felt inexplicable.

The child shouted, and then let go of his voice and shouted, "Daddy, big brother is awake!" The child was strong and loud, and the people in the yard immediately heard it.

The sound of the house falling to the ground rang out. A middle-aged couple with weathered faces and wrinkled faces like tree bark rushed to the room, looked at Zhang Dashan who woke up, and looked very concerned on their faces: "Son, you have been in a coma for a month, and you finally woke up!"

"What's going on? Are you making a movie?" Zhang Dashan was full of doubts in his heart. Then the couple shushed and asked him if he was better and what he wanted to eat. The concern in his eyes is genuine, and the expression on his face is heartfelt, exactly the same as the look of his parents when he was sick.

"Did they mistake me for their son?"

"Even if they admit their mistake, children don't lie, what the hell is going on?"

"And in that situation, Chen Hongbing is determined to kill himself, and he will never survive!"

"Is it because my body is dead, and my soul is preserved, and it dwells in their son?"

"So, I'm soul crossing? Such backward productive forces are certainly not the modern world. Is this ancient, or is this otherworldly?"

"Didn't Wang Hai say that the soul will absorb the host's memories after it is pierced? Why don't I?" Wang Hai usually likes to read some time-traveling novels, and he is familiar with them, and Zhang Dashan is no stranger to these things. However, when he experienced it himself, he realized that soul piercing was far more difficult and dangerous than the novel depicted.

He was seriously injured when he first came to the other world, and he couldn't even move his fingers, but he still occupied the magpie's nest and borrowed the corpse to resurrect his soul. I don't even know what my name is, where I am, my family situation, and my basic social structure, and I don't know where I dare to answer the phone. If a person accidentally falls into the trap and exposes his dove's nest, even a three-year-old child can take his own life.

At this moment, he naturally did not say a word, no matter what the couple said, he only shook his head or nodded, and then simply closed his eyes and recuperated. The couple also knew that their son had just been closed from the ghost gate, and his body was very weak, so they didn't need to spend too much energy, so they closed the door and went out with the child.

After a while, a mellow fragrance wafted from the window. As soon as Zhang Dashan's nose moved, he knew that this was the fragrance of the old hen that had been raised for at least five or six years, and his stomach suddenly gurgled.

After a while, the couple came in with chicken soup, Zhang Dashan took a small sip and then stopped drinking, looking at the eager eyes of the two, Zhang Dashan felt a warm current in his heart, and blurted out: "Mother, you can't make up for your weakness, and you can't eat hungry." As soon as these words came out, Zhang Dashan was instantly startled, and secretly thought: "This family seems to be in extremely poor condition, and my son has never studied nine times out of ten, how can I say this in line with his identity!" Thinking about it, cold sweat broke out on his back.

The woman was stunned for a moment, but the man laughed innocently: "Son, our son also looks like a scholar when he speaks! Send the old hen at home to Wang Tongsheng another day, and let him teach Shu'er to recognize a few words!" The woman was resigned, nodding her head constantly, and her face was also happy.

When Zhang Dashan saw this scene, he only felt that his nose was sour, and the figure of the couple suddenly overlapped with the figure of his parents, becoming tall and majestic.

"Mother, get me a bowl of porridge. Give the chicken soup to my brother, he is growing his body and needs to eat something good. Zhang Dashan said.

"Okay, good, Shu'er is finally sensible! I know how to take care of my brother!" the woman was relieved, and went briskly.

A bowl of hot porridge went down to the stomach, the body was warm and hot, Zhang Dashan had a little mental strength, and in a few words, he broke the honest couple, leaving the children by his side, and began to knock on the side without boundaries.

Zhang Dashan is a human being in two lives, although he is not as cunning as a ghost, but after all, he is sick in bed, life and death are not in his control, and it is the first time to deal with this family, so he is naturally cautious and subtle, and every word before opening his mouth is carefully considered.

An hour later, Zhang Dashan exhausted his mind, drank another bowl of hot porridge, separated his father and younger brother, and began to close his eyes and recuperate. At the same time, the information he had just gotten was also combed through his mind.

This is the town of Heifeng, Linjiatun, in mid-May.

They have a family of four, father Zhang Daniu, mother Lin Cuicui, his name is Zhang Tieshu, and his younger brother Zhang Tiedan. These two names were given by my father and mother who caught chickens, measured rice wine, and begged Wang Tongsheng in the village to give them them.

According to my father and mother, the knowledge in their names is very big and exquisite, even Wang Tongsheng in the village has drunk enough wine and came up with inspiration. In addition, their family also has an uncle who has never been in contact with each other, Zhang Tiedan only knows the surname Lin, but he doesn't know anything else.

For some other neighborhood situations, Zhang Dashan found out the basic common sense, and after making sure that there was no omission, he asked his younger brother to call his father and mother in.

"Daddy, do you think Zhang Tieshu is good, or Zhang Dashan is good?"

"It's all good, it doesn't seem to make any difference?" Zhang Daniu was a little puzzled.

"Your father is illiterate, so it certainly makes no difference. Iron Tree! Iron Tree! Where is a mountain with a large amount of energy in a tree!" Lin Cui thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, yes, how can a tree be compared to a mountain!" Zhang Daniu also laughed.

"Since my father and mother agreed, I will call Zhang Dashan from now on!" After speaking, he yawned a few times one after another, and when his father and mother saw that he was tired, she withdrew with an iron egg.

As the sun sets and night falls, darkness spreads like a tide, enveloping the sky, swallowing the earth and engulfing this hillside village. In the mountains and forests, tigers howl and wolves howl, apes cry, birds shake their feathers, and all beasts roar together, which is extremely terrifying.

"It's not Earth here. But this world is even more exciting!" Zhang Dashan's eyes were shining.

"Maybe here, my national art can bloom with brilliance!" Although he was powerless at the moment, and he was even sickly in bed, this did not affect his confidence at all.

"On Earth, I have practiced martial arts for sixteen years, and I have ascended to the supreme and holy realm of martial arts. I don't know how long it will take to reach the top in this world?" Zhang Dashan looked at his thin hands, and instead of being depressed, he laughed: "No matter what happens in this life, I will return to the top and never repeat the mistakes of the past!"

The book was sealed and withheld for the third time. Burnout.