"Xing'er, you walk slowly on the Huangquan Road, and look back at the hard-working ......."

In the suffocating darkness, Yang Zhijun faintly heard the sound of a nv crying, which seemed to be close at hand, and as if it was far away from the end of the world.

Yang Zhijun's head was still groggy when he gradually woke up, and his memory was full of scorching light and endless heat 1-ng at the moment when the bomb exploded. "That's what it feels like to be bombed, boom, boom, and then you can't see anything, you can't hear ......."

Yang Zhijun, who gradually woke up, remembered what happened before he was bombed. "Alas, it's a failure, I don't know if the hostages have been rescued, and if the undercover agent exploded with me?"

"Woooooooooo......oo Xing'er, my hard-working child, you're only fourteen years old, God is going to take it away, what can you do in the future for your helpless mother?!"

"Hey, is there really a sound of nv crying? Which one is Xing'er? Surely he didn't cry me!" Yang Zhijun, who was already conscious, wondered for a while. "It can't be lying in the morgue, is it? Could it be a memorial service?! Am I alive or sacrificed? Who will tell me!" Yang Zhijun was engaged in a struggle of thoughts--"If I were alive, I would not be able to see anything, and I would not feel anything." If you hang up, how can you still hear other people's voices? Could it be that you have become a soul body?"

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and only a fierce and vicious voice could be heard from far and near: "Zhao Si's family, is the rent owed to our master Huang ready, today is the last date, if you deny it again, burn your house and sell your body!"

"Yes, if you dare to default again, I will pull you to the official now!" another male duck sounded.

", what kind of bully is this, how can it look like the dog of Huang Shiren's family in the old society?", Yang Zhijun was surprised after hearing the voices of the two men.

"Butler, please forgive me for a few more days," NV begged bitterly, "Xing'er's father passed away last year, and the family borrowed money everywhere to bury him. This year's year is not good, the harvest is not enough for me and Xing'er to live, just a little harder, but I was infected with the wind and cold in this hard place, and I went with his father in three or five days. In order to bury Xing'er, I even sold the cattle for my life, and I really can't rent them out at the moment......"

"Coffin?", Yang Zhijun, whose body gradually regained consciousness, was slowly able to raise his hand, and he was moaning around. "It turned out to be in the coffin, no wonder it was boxy", Yang Zhijun, who had opened his eyes but couldn't see anything, understood his situation a little.

"Zhao Si's family, I heard you say that the land is also pitiful, but you can kill people to pay for your life and repay debts, if we don't ask you to collect rent, we can't go back to Huang Lao Jiao" The male duck said in a measured voice.

"Look at the four walls of your house, and now you have become a widow f-one, it is better to draw a mortgage on this deed of sale, we will write off the previous debts, and then enter Mr. Huang's house m-n, make a house, brocade clothes y-food, but it is better than starving and freezing all day long. The criminal steward continued to agitate.

Outside the coffin, two dogs tuǐzi spit 1u-n flying, continuing to Wei bīli y-u with that nv zi. Yang Zhijun inside the coffin has adjusted his breathing to see if he can open the lid of the coffin. "Nima! was nailed!" Yang Zhijun, who couldn't lift the lid of the coffin with all his might, sighed sadly.

Yang Zhijun was really a little anxious, although the coffin was not fully sealed, and there was still air seeping in from between the cracks in the wood, but he needed to go out immediately to understand his current situation, it was really dangerous to lie in the coffin, in case someone carried out and buried, it would be too sad.

"Zhao Sijiadi, if you don't agree today, we have to use this coffin to pay off the debt first!" As soon as he entered, the evil voice sounded again.

"Don't! My family Xing'er is still inside! You people who kill a thousand knives, if you dare to touch my family Xing'er, I will die in front of you!" the nv suddenly shouted like crazy.

The two people here were stunned for a moment, and they didn't dare to make the next move. But inside the coffin, Yang Zhijun didn't do it. "Hurry up!" Yang Zhijun shouted, "Let Lao Tzu out!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Yang Zhijun desperately slapped the inner wall of the coffin with his hand.

In this silent night, several people outside the coffin heard a thud behind them!

"Punishment ...... Prison Steward...... , as if there is some sound, you ...... You...... Did you hear that?" the man who was still fierce just now suddenly knocked his teeth and asked tremblingly.

"Bang, bang, bang, let Lao Tzu out!" the voice behind him continued......

"What's the sound? who's talking?" The criminal butler shivered for a while, looking at the dog tuǐ Jiading a little weakly, although he also heard the "bang" sound, but he really didn't have the courage to turn around and look at the coffin.

"I'm c-o your uncle, let Lao Tzu out!" Yang Zhijun scolded loudly inside the coffin, and the people outside heard it clearly.

"Corpse!" "After an earth-shattering shout, the butler ran away, followed by the same ni-o family.

"Xing'er, is that you?" a timid voice sounded outside the coffin, "Don't scare my mother, my mother heard your voice."

"Alas, let's go out first, but you can't scare the NV outside anymore" Yang Zhijun thought to himself, just now he heard the two men outside shouting and running away, for fear of scaring the NV away again, so he had to politely say, "The NV outside, please find someone to help open the lid of this coffin, okay?" I'm not dead yet!"

"It's really my Xing'er, it's really my Xing'er......" The NV outside the coffin trembled and kept chattering, not realizing that Yang Zhijun didn't call her mother, and the words used to speak were not the same. "Xing'er, you have to be patient for a while, my mother will go and call someone to help!"

After a long time, when Yang Zhijun was lying in the coffin and was about to despair, he finally heard a group of voices. "Zhao Sijiadi, is your family Xing'er really alive? isn't it a corpse?" the voices of several men sounded in a mixed manner.

"My family Xing'er is indeed alive, he is still talking, not a corpse! please help, get him out quickly, I am so miserable...... Woo......" said the nv pleadingly.

"Zhao Sijiadi, don't cry bitterly, I, Zhao Daring, will help you! On weekdays, Xing'er has to call me uncle when he sees me, I don't believe he can come back to harm me!" A stout man's voice sounded.

"That's it, there are so many of us, what are we afraid of! Let's do it!" After another period of gossip, with the efforts of everyone, the lid of the coffin that had been nailed was lifted.

"I'm a mother! I'll finally see the light of day again!" Seeing the moonlight leaking above his head, Yang Zhijun exhaled and said with emotion. Then he saw a group of curious and frightened faces hiding the light above their heads.

When Yang Zhijun was carried out of the coffin by a group of people dressed in ancient clothes, he fell silent. He didn't have time to cheer that he hadn't died, and he was stunned by his current situation.

Surrounded by a group of people who spoke in strange costumes that were obviously different from modern Mandarin, Zhao Xing kept asking himself, what was the situation? But he had broken his head, and it was difficult for him to make an accurate judgment! These people were obviously of the yellow race, and although they spoke a difficult dialect, they could still understand it, and it was definitely Chinese. But except for the clothes I have seen in TV and movies, I have never seen anyone else wear it in reality.

"Everyone, you use me n-ng as an extra, do my superiors know?" Zhao Xing asked a little humbly. Because he knows that no company has the right to use special forces to be extras.

"What? What extras? This kid is burned and confused, right?" the middle-aged man named Zhao Daring put his hand on Zhao Xing's forehead and said to himself.

"Xing'er, don't thank you Uncle Zhao soon, he rescued you!" Zhao Xing's already somewhat familiar voice finally sounded again.

"What do you call me? Who is Xing'er?" Yang Zhijun made his last effort, he prayed in his heart, "God, it's not a ghost! I don't want to become another person!"

"Alas, Zhao Sijiadi, it seems that although your family Xing'er did not die young, his brain is still as confused" Zhao Daring sighed, "Folks, let's go back and let them talk well...... Alas......"

At this moment, Yang Zhijun, who has never believed in crossing and gods and ghosts, probably knows what is going on. He shouted in his heart: "Thief God, really play with me! Wear it, people wear it and get rich and rich, either the prince or the son, how can Lao Tzu become a coffin when it is his turn?

"Hmm, I'm so tired, I want to sleep......" Yang Zhijun said awkwardly to the NV in front of him. As soon as he heard the voice that came out of his body, obviously with the characteristics of the voice change period, Yang Zhijun couldn't help but want to go crazy.

"Oh, Xing'er, then you hurry up and go to sleep!" NV hurriedly covered Zhao Xing with a broken quilt of G1-out cotton wool.

This night, looking at the thatched roof that leaked the starlight, Yang Zhijun couldn't sleep, and the entanglement and m-blankness in his heart may only be experienced by those who have crossed it.

Before his death, Yang Zhijun was a professional soldier who led a reconnaissance battalion with great combat effectiveness. In a battle to rescue hostages and fight drug dealers in the Golden Triangle, Yang Zhijun unfortunately died with the bandits who were tied to the bomb. In that time and space, Yang Zhijun became a martyr, and in this time and space, Yang Zhijun occupied the body of Zhao Xing, who had died young, and successfully completed a journey through time.