The Jiming Village during the day is not much more decent than the small courtyard of the Wang family at night, and the rows of thatched huts are full of dilapidated roofs. Crooked walls, these houses are built of mud, a few rainstorms washed out of shape, rebuilding is a very laborious thing, chickens and pigs running around aggravated the damage, so everywhere you can see the collapsed earthen walls, collapsed roofs, people can go directly to the neighbor's yard without passing through the courtyard gate, no matter where the eyes look is a dilapidated scene, only vaguely can be seen at the other end of the village standing a few brick houses and slightly show a little people's appearance, from "Wang Zhaodi" In my memory, we can know that it is the location of the rich families and ancestral halls in the village, and it is also the "essence" of Jiming Village. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Goo~Goo~" Before the traverser reached the entrance of the village, Zhao Di's digestive system began to protest his existence to him, "Hey~" What was even more sad than accepting a bird food was that he was told that he didn't deserve that bird food.

For the first time in his life, the traverser felt that his biological mother (not his younger brother) was kind to him, although in the past he had always hated her for selling him into that thief's den for a few bottles of wine per month, but now that he thinks about it, there are not only channels for rising in the thief's den, but also a master who teaches the skills of how to rise, and a hot breakfast every morning, he really shouldn't resent more, you know, in the Wang family, none of these are any.

He was even hungrier when he thought of the hot breakfast that he had every day in the thieves' den - he poured the mixture of snow-white flour with only a little water, poured the paste into a pan with pre-melted butter, roasted it slightly, and when he ate it, he brushed it with yellow honey water, rolled two sausages that had just been fished out of the pan of boiling oil with his bare hands, and took a bite of it, and the burrito, with the peculiar burnt aroma of wheat, was elastic and The skin of the intestines, which only opens when the teeth fall, falls on the tip of the tongue that he has prepared as the skin of the intestines opens, and he can suck the juice and minced meat out of the skin as long as he takes a sip...... The kind of high-quality peaches can suck up the sweet peach flesh in one bite with a small bite......

Hungrier.

"We have to have a good meal as soon as possible. "The traverser thinks this way not only for the sake of appetite, whether it is a wizard or a thief, he has always had to eat and drink enough for breakfast, those who do the clerical work can only drink a cup of tea in the morning and eat two vegan cookies, the wizard can not say when he will be able to finish work as soon as he starts work, maybe ten or twelve hours have passed like this, whether it is an experiment or a drawing of talismans, but there will be a big mess when he faints from hunger in the middle of the experiment. His usual breakfast consisted of four or five thoroughly baked meat pies, the crust was mixed with lard, sprinkled with snow-white icing, and coated with lingonberry sauce as he ate...... Can't think about it anymore.

"Huh?" At this time, he had already walked to the entrance of the village in the memory of the original owner of the body, that is, the road she had to go up the mountain to cut pigweed every day, in her memory, there were several large stones blocking the river at the entrance of the village, bright as silver, stepping on the stones, no worse than a small bridge, so this village was built around the stream, but there was never a bridge...... Because when he crossed, Wang Zhaodi had already died, as an ordinary person, without the support of a strong force, the soul of a natural person would die, and the soul of an adult could hold on for ten and a half more days, a young girl like her, her physique was so weak, it was impossible for the soul fire to be kept for a long time, and it was already a miracle to be able to leave some fragments of memory of her life for the traveler to consult.

However, there is no clue to her death in the fragments of her memory!

The traverser waited until he saw the stream to realize that things were not as simple as he thought!

If there is any situation that can leave a deep imprint on the soul level of ordinary people, the moment of death is definitely one of them! Ordinary people who have no power in front of them, after encountering a tragedy, the remnants of the soul power may repeat the moment of their death again and again in the same place by chance, which is what some capable people call "scene reproduction", also known as "on-site playback", and can see the replayed death scene, which is also the basic ability of the "eye of the sky", but the traverser has the "eye of the sky" In the case, I didn't even see the moment when she was dying in the memory fragments of Wang Zhaodi herself!

This should be the memory she should keep the most!

"The creek at the entrance of the village is not the cause of her death at all, it is true that some people will drown themselves in such a shallow creek if they are not careful enough, hey, this creek is not enough to reach Wang Zhaodi's knees...... Soon after her death, she drifted down the river to Jiming Village, and the people in the village saw that she was not breathing and had a heartbeat, and thought that she was dead - in fact, she was indeed dead, because she was neither rich nor expensive, and her biological parents were willing to give her only a few worthless tears, so no one found out that the real cause of her death was not drowning, but what was the real cause of her death?"

Thinking of this, a very bad feeling arose: "My current body is likely to have been killed by someone, and after killing her, the murderer did some magic to expel the ghost and erase the deceased's dying memory, this person is probably still hiding in the village! He knows that I am not the original 'Wang Zhaodi', but I don't know him, and I can't accuse him to anyone, because I am Wang Zhaodi now!"

He crossed over into a man who deserved to die but didn't die.

But why did that person kill Wang Zhaodi? Wang Zhaodi doesn't know any magic, she doesn't even know how to read, she's just an ordinary poor girl in this seemingly ordinary village, under normal circumstances, she has no possibility of enmity with the people in the village, oh, under normal circumstances...... However, Jiming Village is not a normal situation!

The dead air here is so hard to dissolve!

With such a strong death aura, it wasn't like he hadn't been in contact with it before, but those places were ...... When he looked back, he saw that in the golden morning light, smoke rose from every house, chickens, pigs and children ran through the narrow "streets" of the village from time to time, exactly the same as every day in Wang Zhaodi's memory, the villagers worked at sunrise, every day was the same, there was nothing special, occasionally a hawker, that was also the one that Wang Zhaodi had been here since he remembered, this village was simply dull to the point of boring, not at all like the dead buried would get up and run around.

Oh, if you don't count him, if you don't count the things he sees with the "eye of the sky".

"Good means. He praised in his heart, and grabbed the rattan basket on his body, this rattan basket was still on Wang Zhaodi's back when she died, and the rusty lawn mower was also tightly grasped in her hand, it can be said that the Wang family did not lose any property in yesterday's drowning, otherwise, it is not possible for the power of the Wang family to buy such a set of clothes for her again.

These things are Wang Zhaodi's belongings, and when his strength recovers, it is estimated that he can rely on the "Heavenly Eye" to see what happened at that time from these things, but for now, this is just the only equipment he has.

He took the lawn mower in his hand, and took advantage of the morning light to weigh it, the traverser is not a weapon expert, and he can see that Wang Zhaodi's equipment can be said to be extremely tattered, just take this knife as an example, it seems to be the remains of a knife, the wooden handle at the end seems to be a look, the size of the front can be called pocket-sized, and the length and width are completely out of proportion, if it is a weapon and something to fight, it is stronger than the unedged small blade pinched with two fingers when the traverser learned skills in the thief's den in his previous life, listening to the tone of the younger brother and his wife, this knife is more valuable than Zhao Di himself, but in the eyes of the traverser, if its original owner cherishes it, it can probably be barely divided into gray according to color grading, went to the vendor to exchange two pieces of candy to eat, but neither the Wang family nor Wang Zhaodi seemed to know the way to maintain it, and the knife was rusty.

This made the traverser frown, but he still strode forward, crossing the stream and into the mountains, holding his only weapon.

In this world, he can only rely on himself, and he cannot turn to anyone for help.