After meeting Lin Qinghe, she insisted on inviting Ji Shang to have a good meal, but Ji Shang had neither the mood nor the time, so in the end, the two simply ate a pig's knuckle rice and went back to their respective homes.

On the way, Ji Shang inquired about Lin Qinghe's future plans, and after learning that she had decided to enter the Minzong Office, he was also relieved.

In this way, is it also considered a ...... Got someone up there?

Chen Wushu can't let himself be trusted, but Lin Qinghe should be okay.

You have to find a way to get her to do something so that she can rise quickly and help herself more.

On the way back, Ji Shang silently planned a lot in his heart, and he secretly thought that after the buffer period of these few days passed, he would go to find trouble with the next ghost and god, and by the way, he would also send something to Lin Qinghe.

It was already 8 o'clock, and Ji Shang took a casual shower and lay down on the bed.

The energy consumption in the past few days is too great, even if I had a good night's sleep yesterday, I still can't fully make up for it.

He wanted to take the time to swipe his phone for a while, but he didn't expect that as soon as his head touched the pillow for a while, he began to feel groggy and sleepy, as if it was just a moment of time, and a few subtitles appeared in front of his eyes.

"You've entered the Yellow Stalk Realm."

"Huangliang Realm, the burial ground of the Thunder Eclipse King, she seems to have something to say to you, but the ghosts and gods cannot communicate directly with the people of the world."

"Explore the burial ground, where you will get the answers you want......."

Immediately afterwards, the subtitles slowly faded, and when his vision was clear again, Ji Shang suddenly found that he was already in a completely unfamiliar world.

And his brain was inexplicably infused with a new memory.......

......

Eight hundred years ago, King Xiang invaded the Qin capital and burned down the world-famous Afang Palace, and no one knew what the fire burned to death.

Six hundred years ago, the hussar general waved his army to the west, sealed the Zen wolf and lived in Xu Mountain, and died of illness two years later.

Two hundred years ago, the Grand Canal was completed, and its scale was beyond the reach of man.

Twenty years ago, the empress ascended the throne, and the entire royal family seemed to be the only one available.

Two years ago, there was a severe drought in the southwest, and the people were struggling to make a living......

Here, the world of 711 A.D.

Ji Shang staggered to his feet, and when he looked down, he found that he was wearing a shabby linen robe, his arms were stained, and his chest was even more skinny.

He was an outcast.

After many days of not eating rice, his body was already extremely weak, and just a simple act of getting out of bed almost made him faint and fall to the ground.

His swollen and unconscious legs and cramping abdomen reminded him all the time that if he couldn't pass this hurdle at this time, then he would die in the dream of the Huangliang realm without any suspense.

And to know the message that Eclipse Jun wants to pass on to himself, the first thing he has to do is to live.

Ji Shang frowned and shook his head, trying his best to dispel the chaotic fragments of thoughts in his mind, and quietly feeling the state of his body.

According to his common sense, people tend to go through three stages before starving to death.

For the first three days of stopping eating, there will be intense colic in the stomach, accompanied by an irresistible desire to eat, after which the hunger pangs gradually disappear, the metabolism slows down, the body temperature decreases, and the body begins to consume protein for energy......

On top of that, hallucinations in the brain due to a lack of nutrients.

At this time, Ji Shang seemed to have felt the signs of hallucination.

Because he smelled the aroma of the broth, and it seemed to be close to him.

Ji Shang sniffed suspiciously, the memory he had just gained clearly told him that in this barren mountainous land, there was no food for a long time, not to mention birds and beasts in the nearby mountains and forests, and even the bark of trees had been eaten up.

So where does this clear broth flavor come from?

Was it really a hallucination before death?

He walked out the door step by step, and the smell of meat became clearer, which made him feel a little hopeful.

What if there was really meat?

What if a wild boar with no eyes crashed into the village wall?

Or is there still food left in the village?

Another fragment of memory appeared in front of him, and he suddenly remembered something important.

Yes, today is the Ox King Festival, which is the most important festival in Yao Village, even if it is a disaster year, there will be sacrifices.

As long as there is sacrifice, there must be food.

If you have food, you can live.

With this thought, Ji Shang felt that his pace was a little faster.

After going out, he couldn't open his eyes in the dazzling skylight, but at this time, he didn't feel that this sunny sky that had killed countless crops was annoying, because, against the blue background, he clearly saw a few wisps of cooking smoke!

Someone is really making a fire!

That is to say, the smell of meat he smelled was not an illusion?

Ji Shang dragged his numb legs and walked a few steps quickly, bypassing several hanging towers, and the scene that caught his eye made him stunned suddenly.

A vigorous bonfire, a large cauldron, and the steam in the pot lingers, and it is impossible to see what is stewed.

The woman standing beside the pot and carefully grasping the fire stood up as soon as she saw Ji Shang and shouted with joy on her face:

"Little Shang'er, come here, I caught a skinny pig today!"

"It's really lucky, this pig is afraid that it is also hungry, and it actually ran to the village to find food, and I pounced and fell down!"

"Don't say it, this pig is really powerful, I don't even care about holding a knife, and it took me a long time to strangle me."

"I disemboweled it, it bleed, you see, it was all sprinkled into the pot, and it wasn't wasted at all......"

In memory, the woman who spoke should be Ji Shang's acquaintance, according to the seniority, Ji Shang had to call her "Aunt Wang", at this time Aunt Wang had a sickly flush on her face, her hands trembled and she struggled to hold the soup spoon, and from time to time she also stretched the soup spoon into the pot and scooped a spoonful of soup mixed with blood clots to taste salty.

The dark red blood clot was almost no different from the Mao Xuewang he had eaten in his previous life, the color was dark red, accompanied by Aunt Wang's hand trembling slightly, exuding an attractive salty fragrance.......

Ji Shang swallowed his saliva, and his body's instinct made him unconsciously take a step forward, and his saliva was secreted wildly as if it was out of control.

Every cell in his body was urging him to hurry up and get a piece of the pie, even if he knew that he was in the Yellow Sorghum Realm, the feeling was extremely real.

With just a spoonful of soup and a piece of meat, maybe he can come back to life and get through it.

He walked uncontrollably, but when he actually approached, he stood there in shock.

Complex emotions come up, fear, nausea, pity, doubt....... But the most of all, there is disappointment.

"Aunt Wang, in this pot, it's not a pig."

Ji Shang said in a low voice.

"Not a pig? How is it not a pig? It's me who chopped it so badly that you can't recognize it, do you? You see how white and tender these hooves are, it's just a little thinner......"

"Come, Xiao Shang'er, eat quickly, when the fragrance wafts out, you can't grab it if you want to."

"You don't have to worry about Auntie, Auntie has already eaten ......."

"Aunt Wang, this is really not a pig."

Ji Shang interrupted the other party's chatter, hesitating to tell the truth, maybe at this time, not to say that breaking is the best choice.

Hearing Ji Shang's words, Aunt Wang frowned and said with some dissatisfaction:

"You kid, if you're not a pig, you're not a pig, what meat can't you eat? By the way, do you see our family's young years? I've been looking for him for a long time, and he's afraid he's gone digging wild vegetables and hasn't come back yet. ”

"If you see him and tell him to come back quickly, I will leave him a leg, come back and stew it for him to eat......."

"I see it."

Ji Shang took a deep breath and continued:

"He's in your pot. The stew in this pot is not a pig, or Xiao Nian, it's your son! ”

"What a son, what a little year, this is a pig, this is a pig!"

Aunt Wang stood up suddenly, scooped out a large piece of human leg still attached to the bone from the pot with a soup spoon in one hand, and called hysterically:

"Eat! You eat! Such delicious pork, why don't you eat it! ”

Ji Shang subconsciously stepped back, but his swollen legs severely limited his mobility, and before he could take a few steps, Aunt Wang threw him to the ground.

Ji Shang desperately closed his mouth, the hot soup splashed on his face, and in pain, he couldn't help but have a thought:

Otherwise, open your mouth and drink it?