For no reason, Yan Zheng dreamed of something before the crossing, it was an ordinary weekend, it was rare for him not to have to work overtime, he could have time to go out with his good buddies to have a meal and take a bath, after being full of wine and food, the two of them found a bathing center to prepare for a bath, the warm pool made Yan Zheng feel very comfortable, he hadn't been so relaxed for a long time.

His good buddies also showed the same expression, the two of them each lit a cigarette, and began to complain about this chicken and dog life, Yan Zheng graduated and went to a design company, it is said that the job is stable, but the industry is involuted, there are more wolves and less meat, day after day commuting and staying up late to work overtime makes people see no hope, working a hundred hours a week is almost the norm in the industry, he sometimes feels that it is better to be reincarnated quickly.

The good buddies got married early, and their married life is quite happy, but now the cost of living is too great, even if the husband and wife both work to earn money, the heavy pressure still weighs them down.

"It's better to die for this terrible life." Yan Zheng snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and made a joke.

The good buddy took a deep breath, raised his head and exhaled a long white smoke, "It's easy to die, but it's hard to survive!" ”

Too much time has passed, and Yan Zheng can't remember the rest of the chat clearly, but this ridicule of the good buddy seems to inject him with a booster, making his consciousness that is about to fall into chaos reawaken.

In fact, the truth is so simple, everyone will die after all, a hundred times dead, only those memories and responsibilities entrusted to the living can be left, the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with him have died, but he has not died, if he also gives up the hope of life, then his comrades-in-arms will die in vain, and as a person who has already died once, he will never lose his second life so easily.

Yan Zheng burst out with a strong will to survive, his divine soul recondensed, a faint scarlet blood qi rose from the bricks and rubble, and was pulled by his consciousness and began to gather in one direction, and when the sun set, the scarlet blood qi had accumulated very strongly, gradually gathering to form a vague human body, and the invisible power weaved new bones, muscles and skin, and by the next morning, Yan Zheng was finally completely reborn.

He opened his eyes and looked at this new world full of malice with deep eyes, he still thought too simply, thinking that after eating the red yarn Bodhi, he could be like those protagonists described in other novels, born with peerless parents and otherworldly talents, and his cultivation was also the supreme exercise, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds in a few years, and he could easily defeat a group of strong enemies who had cultivated for a hundred years, and finally he was able to hold the beauty and be respected and praised by the world.

And his parents in this life are just mortals, their own talents are mediocre, and they can't get a suitable cultivation method, and now they have just been reborn again, but they are still trapped in this dangerous and mysterious realm, it seems that if he wants to survive in this world, or even live better, he still has a long, long way to go.

The experience of being turned into powder was not too good, but it also made Yan Zheng know the limits of his repair ability, and in the process of walking through the forest and hilly terrain, Yan Zheng was constantly testing his ability, and some smaller wounds, such as those located in the superficial layers of muscles and the surface of the skin, could be repaired almost instantaneously.

For example, if the torso is pierced, or a few fingers are missing, it will take some time to reshape, and what will happen if the whole arm and thigh are gone, because he is too afraid of pain, Yan Zheng did not dare to do the experiment, after all, there is no suitable knife, and let him cut his own arm, he really can't do it.

This time the thunder of the pluto crocodile was completely turned into powder, which was a degree that Yan Zheng did not expect, at the moment when his body was shattered, he felt that his consciousness had disappeared together, he could barely feel the existence of the body, and after the consciousness was restored, his body began to reorganize, it seems that this ability to be reborn is also closely related to his willpower.

In addition, his blood also has a strange effect of attracting demon beasts, he can't figure out the specific principle, but he is sure that this is not his original ability, but after eating the red yarn Bodhi, the blood in his body has been transformed, and it is with the help of this ability that he can hunt those weaker demon beasts.

Yan Zheng walked to a broken wall and picked up a shirt woven of cotton on the ground, the owner of the clothes had already turned into powder in the thunder bombardment, the thunder of the crocodile was very weird, it had absolute lethality to living beings, and it could directly restore people and demon beasts into pure heaven and earth aura, but it could not cause much damage to inanimate items.

Only some parts of the shirt became charred, and the whole was not damaged, Yan Zheng slapped the blackened places on the clothes, and then put the clothes on his body, with some residual warmth on the clothes, which seemed to indicate that its owner had not been away for too long, Yan Zheng couldn't help but feel a little sentimental, he remembered the veteran who helped him, and in the end, he didn't see the old soldier's appearance clearly, and he couldn't remember what his name was.

These indigestible bricks and rubble were casually spit out by the crocodile and scattered throughout the hilly area, Yan Zheng looked around and judged the direction he was in now, the Pure Spirit City, as a landmark building, had completely disappeared, and only a part of the infrastructure could still be recognized.

Yan Zheng walked to the vicinity of the ruins of Pure Spirit City, looking for something to eat, he was pleasantly surprised to find that only part of the basement used to store food in the city was swept into the sky, and the remaining part was not completely destroyed.

Yan Zheng couldn't wait to pick up the water scoop and take out the remaining half of the water in the drinking tank, then opened the wooden box, took out the baked bread and cured meat from it, and didn't care about the dust on it, Yan Zheng picked up the flour cake and rolled the cured meat, sat on the ground and ate it in a big gulp, eating five or six in a row before stopping, probably because he had been hungry for too long, he felt that this usually big guy was tired of eating things, and now it can be delicious to this extent.

After eating and drinking, Yan Zheng went out to find a few shirts, stacked the dough cake and cured meat in it, and made a simple backpack, the dough cake is somewhat similar to roasted naan, which is very dry after baking, and the cured meat is similar to the air-dried meat marinated by Yan Zheng, that is, the pork is cut into strips and fully air-dried in a cool place, these marching food is preserved for a long time, which should be enough to support Yan Zheng to return to the border.

In the surrounding masonry rubble, there were a lot of broken armor scattered, Yan Zheng suddenly remembered something, he walked over, leaned down and picked up a piece of broken armor, turned it over and looked carefully, the border soldiers generally wore armor connected with hemp rope and cowhide, this armor is lighter than the whole body armor, it is also easy to move, and the protective ability can also meet the needs, suitable for exploration and action.

Yan Zheng groped on the back of the armor piece one by one, but after a while, he touched a different piece of armor, he used the dagger he picked up to cut the hemp rope and cowhide that connected the armor pieces together, and removed the unusual armor, which was engraved with a person's name, and each border soldier had such a piece of armor on it, which accompanied them from the beginning of entering the army, and would not stay until they left the army, of course, if they died in the line of duty, this piece of armor can be used to judge the identity, Finally, it was sent to the hands of family members as a souvenir.

Yan Zheng walked through the ruins in silence, he picked up every piece of masonry and rubble, found out the armor buried underneath, and removed the armor with the name engraved on it from above, usually someone unfortunately died, his comrades would take this armor piece off and take it with him, assuming that the troops suffered huge losses, then the troops who carried out the next mission would be responsible for completing the work.

However, even so, there are still many, many people who have completely lost their armor tablets, and they have not been able to return to their hometowns to deliver them to their families until the end, and there are many bounties hanging on the public notice board of the camp, which are posted on the parents who have lost their sons or wives who have lost their husbands, and what they want is their armor, but the work does not know how long it will take, and it has to go deep into the extremely dangerous seclusion, and it has not been completed for a long time.

Yan Zheng kept picking up the armor pieces repeatedly, until nightfall was forced to stop, he was not able to save his brothers, so he could only do everything to take them home with him, he always held back his emotions, but when he returned to the dark basement, his tears still flowed uncontrollably.

He couldn't figure out where all this sadness came from. For whom did his tears flow?

Is it those emotions that come from Yan Zheng? But he is Yan Zheng, Yan Zheng is him, the two of them have long become one, those sacrificed comrades-in-arms are no different from his good buddies before he crossed, and even their previous relationship is even deeper, there is no need to deliberately recall, those memories are surging like a tide.

They came to the northern border together, worked hard together, stood guard at the gate of the camp together, raised pigs and farmed the land together, improved the diet, lazy and slippery together, gags together, relaxed together, drank and had fun, overcame difficulties together, fought side by side, sacrificed their lives for the country together, and shrouded in horse leather......

Yan Zheng wiped away his tears and smiled bitterly, his path to immortality would continue, and he would continue to lose more and more.

A few days later, Yan Zheng collected all the armor pieces that could be found in the surrounding area, and the team of hundreds of people could finally find less than a hundred armor pieces, and those lost armor pieces were either still in the belly of the crocodile, or they were twisted and buried deep in the soil, and they could never be found again.

Yan Zheng packed his bags and took one last look at the Pure Spirit City that had been reduced to ruins.

"Brothers, I'll take you home!"