This is a map that hangs on the wall.

Under the light of the midday sun, the surface of the map was covered with a layer of sealing that shone like broken gold, making the outrageously vast territory of the seventy-two prefectures of Zhuxia become dreamlike.

Wu Mian knew from this map that he should have crossed over.

It should be said that he has already crossed over.

But it wasn't until today, after a serious illness, that Su Hui suddenly woke up. Lying on the bed, Wu Mourning looked like a crepe, and it took a lot of time to deal with the complex and chaotic intertwined memories, and it seemed that he was in a daze, looking up at the map on the wall boredly.

This map is a bit fantastic.

The territory is so vast that Wu Mourning can't breathe!

When today's country name Zhuxia is 240 years old, Wu Mourning still remembers the knowledge imparted by Mr. Shuyuan in his mind, and knows that the 240 years of Zhuxia corresponds to the Xiyi Zhongli calendar to be educated, that is, 1931.

Zhuxia seventy-two prefectures and provinces, north to Suwuhai, south to Lizhou, east to Yingzhou, west to the Arabian Sea, martial arts are abundant! The slogan shouted is the fate of the summer, and the world is enlightened!

So, there must be something wrong with this world.

Comparing the memory, Zhu Xia's current living standard in all aspects is about the end of the twentieth century in the previous life, but it seems that there is no such thing as a nuclear bomb. Because the territory of Zhuxia is so large, it is so big that it has to set up two super large administrative centers of Jinling and Beiwei to be in charge of northern and southern affairs, and the residence of the Wuwu family is in the small town called Nantang in Puhai, Yunzhou.

This year, Wu Mourning, the word is Zhuo, the year is sixteen, he has completed the Class C course of Zhuxia, which is equivalent to the high school of his previous life, and he is eager to enter Puhai City one day and continue to be a master of arms who is warmly welcomed by both the chaebol and the army.

This is the dream path before Wu mourns the evil and serious illness.

It is also the dream path for young people to get ahead in the two roads of Zhuxia and martial arts, to be appreciated by the temples and princes, to serve the country, and to realize their ambitions and to glorify their ancestors. Judging from the public academies where Wu Mourning studied, many of his classmates are not this material, and the boring and painful school life makes it easy for young people to be distracted by their excessive energy.

The gentlemen and the masters are also only in charge of the affairs of the class.

Wu Mian's expression was already blank after sorting out his thoughts, he was still the same person in two lives. In this life, there are fathers, mothers, and relatives, and there is nothing to blame him, so many years of getting along day and night will not be because of the awakening of Su Hui, and there will be no feelings.

As for past lives......

"Heh, Dog Officer."

Wu Mian looked at the map of Zhuxia and couldn't help but chuckle.

The past has become a cloud of smoke, and he sighed that the ancestors were still smart, and after Wu Mourning scolded him, he was no longer entangled in the ending of his previous life, but thought about this world more seriously.

This world doesn't seem to be as normal as it seems.

Zhu Xia worked very hard and was full of martial virtues.

For Wu Mourning himself, there is a sense that he is just a second scumbag, and as a result, the school has become a double first-class gap with its own efforts. At least in the 240th year of Zhuxia, the world was auspicious, the wind and rain were smooth, only the education king of Zhuxia was beating others, and there was no situation where others came to smoke Zhuxia.

As a traverser.

Wu Mian didn't want to lie down, and planned to see if there was a suitable place for him in this world, so that he could shine.

The dream of continuing to study as a master is reserved for the time being, and Wu Mourning, who has a backbone in the back of his head, always feels that there is something wrong with the group family, and being a dog to others will be killed by unspeakable curses. And joining the army is to go overseas, directly facing the bullets of the Xiyi people who do not obey the indoctrination, and if you are unlucky, you may be able to enter the martyr's shrine to enjoy incense on the same day.

Copyist? If you don't have that ability, the things you remember in your head are afraid that they won't be embarrassed in front of Zhuxia talents.

Going into business? No matter how hard you are, you can't be hard.

Prophet? It seems a little desirable, but the world has become like this, and the big things in your head may not be accurate.

Besides, Wu Mourning had already remembered.

"Hit the evil spirit? Did I burn out, or did I really see something at the time? ”

A chill rushed from the soles of his feet for no reason, rushing all the way down his spine to the back of his head, Wu Mourning couldn't help but shiver, even if it was wrapped in a blanket, there was an indescribable sense of coldness that penetrated into the limbs, it was obviously the noon of the midsummer season in July, the hottest moment of the day, as a young man with a healthy body, he couldn't stop shivering.

Before colliding with the evil spirit, Wu Mourning encountered a strange thing.

It was evening, and on his way home from the thank-you banquet organized by the academy, he saw the youngest son of Zhao Butcher's family on the Zhennan Bridge running around repeatedly on the bridge, and shouted to cross the bridge quickly.

Wu Mian didn't think too much, so he walked to the bridge, called out to Butcher Zhao's youngest son, and took this playful boy back to Butcher Zhao's butcher's shop.

He vaguely remembered that when he walked on the bridge, there was a particularly cool wind blowing on him, and it was a little strange at that time, where did such a pleasant wind come from this summer. Then he went home to wash up and rest, and soon after lying in bed, he fell into a deep sleep, followed by a nightmare.

In the dream, a very tall, strange-limbed, ragged man in black clothes walked into Wu Mourning's bedroom, it leaned against the wall, while letting out a slurred curse, and walked to the bedside and stared at Zhao viciously, while Wu Mourning, who was conscious but unable to move, could only watch and bear the horror.

After several repetitions, the tall, twisted figure left the bedroom.

Before leaving, it stared at Wu Mourning deadly, and the resentful and gloomy meaning went straight to the bone marrow!

Wu Mourning, who woke up from the nightmare, looked at the wide-open bedroom door in shock, he vaguely remembered that he closed the door before lying down, and he was shocked and frightened and directly launched a high fever, and the whole person was unconscious.

It was precisely because of this high fever that Wu Mourning awakened Su Hui.

Wu Mourning, who had a high fever and was talking nonsense, was sent to the Huichun Hall Medical Center, and the doctor said that the skin was very hot, and the pulse was irritable, it was a fever. I prescribed two pairs of medicines to get rid of wind and cold, and told me some precautions in case of fever, and sent them back.

Wu Mian, who drank the medicine, also recovered within two days under the care of his family.

But when this body gets better, is it really over?

That dirty thing, will it come to you again?

Wu Mourning, who was contemplating and contemplating, moved his eyes, and an extremely strange feeling rose up, at this moment his five senses seemed to be distinct, but in fact, they were blended together, and the perception of kneading and kneading together was like the instinct of the body, presenting some information changes after the collision with the evil in front of him.

【Mourning】

[Robbery: 1 (Gray)]

[Repair: Do not enter the stream]

[Practice: None]

[Held: None]