In the ninth year of the Great Sho Dynasty, wars broke out in Middle-earth, with the rebellion of the ministers inside, the invasion of the Xidi and Baiyue tribes outside, and the soldiers and horses of the forty-six states, most of which were out of control, and did not listen to the transfer of the imperial court, and the Great Qian Dynasty was in danger.

However, the gods of the heavens, as if joking, at this moment, put a chess piece that did not belong to this troubled world into the furnace of heaven and earth, and the Shura killing field......

The remnant sun was like blood, the crows were crying, and Wang Fu'er sat under a broken gray wall, staring blankly at the village that had just been slaughtered and bloodied, his brain blank. There was a dull pain in the back of his back, and his stomach, which was not angry, seemed to have suddenly awakened his instinct and began to rumble. The tattered garment, which is only worthy of being called a piece of cloth, indicates that the owner should be a beggar.

In fact, Wang Fuer is indeed a beggar.

Just now, a chaotic army passed by, not only robbing the village of all the food, but also killing the villagers who refused to hand over their rations. And the only fish who is alive, or rather, unfortunate or unlucky, is Wang Fuer, who is only six or seven years old.

He was pinned against the wall by a rebel soldier, and he was unable to move and fainted. The soldier was quite martial arts, and he had at least seven or eight hundred catties of strength under one blow, and he thought that this child must have no physiology, so he did not examine it carefully. Wang Fu'er chose a small life.

"I'm not dead! I should have broken all my bones just now! It just hurts......

Wang Fuer, who was struggling hard, was a little surprised that he was still alive. Suddenly, a natural instinct made him no longer dare to move half a finger, and a rush of footsteps came, and a majestic soldier turned back to the village.

This chaotic army had just been defeated on the battlefield, so this soldier's body was full of blood stains, and his armor was also torn, but when life and death were settled, the fierce qi that was tempered did not decay at all. Breaking into the village, the soldier screamed.

"Grandma's bear, Lao Tzu patronized and grabbed food, and actually dropped his saber in this broken village, if I run into the troops of King Liang, what will I do to fight hard?"

While talking to himself, the soldier hurriedly entered and exited several village houses, and after a while, he laughed loudly: "It turns out that this broken knife was put in this house by me, and it must have been thrown on the kang when the little lady was happy just now!"

At this time, Wang Fu'er already had a faint layer of sweat stains on his face, and the pain in his back was almost unbearable, but he knew that as long as he made a little noise, he would be stabbed in two by this murderous soldier, and he would send a tender ghost to the impermanence of the underworld. How dare he make a sound?

Just now, the senses that had been stimulated by the blood, after a moment of sluggishness, regained their ability to think. The bursts of memory fragments in his brain made Wang Fu'er more shocked than seeing the blood of countless dead people.

In the world of memory, he is a fourth-year student in the sculpture department of an art academy in the north, picking up girls on the Internet every day, living a decadent and lazy life. Picking up some work to help people draw novels, magazine covers, and design some web art is only enough for his ordinary daily expenses after paying his tuition. It's just that unfortunately, on the way to sketch in the wild, he got into a dispute with someone, and was beaten to death by several guys in uniform, and then casually thrown in a construction site and abandoned his body.

When he "sobered" again, he was already a six-year-old naughty boy. We have come to this troubled time that is completely different from the earth in the 21st century. When I opened my eyes, I saw a miserable world of corpses.

In the three days of aimless wandering, the memories from that world became clearer and clearer. On the contrary, it seems that this body is originally an empty shell, and there is no information about the world.

"Oh my God! There was war everywhere, and I couldn't see the corpses for a day, and it was not easy to find a village with people, and it took less than half a day...... was killed by the rebels again. Even if I don't give me a good family when I am reincarnated, at least I have to make a peaceful and prosperous world!"

Wang Fu'er's whole mind was on the soldier of the chaotic army, and he only prayed in his heart that the heavens would bless him and not give it to this extremely cruel sergeant.

The rebellious soldier sabbed his saber and acted in a hurry, as if he was about to catch up with the procession, but he did not pay attention to Wang Fuer, the child who was pretending to be dead. Wang Fu'er secretly saw through the gap in his squinted eyelids that the soldier was about to walk out of the village, and he was greatly relieved.

Just as he was glad that he had recovered his life, the situation suddenly changed, and in a half-collapsed house at the entrance of the village, suddenly there was a loud shout, and a huge hammer pierced through the wall and smashed into the rebellious soldiers.

"You brute, you are innocent of death!"

It was the village blacksmith who held the hammer tightly. Wang Fu'er wandered to this village, and he didn't know him, but he saw that his whole body muscles were tangled, and he was extremely angry, and the hammer was windy, whirring, obviously full of murderous intentions, and he was ruthless.

The soldier was worthy of the veteran of the killing field, and although he was suddenly attacked, he still had time to stop in front of the hammer with a horizontal saber. Although the blacksmith's momentum is amazing, and the hammer is very heavy, it is obviously not proficient in martial arts, and it all relies on brute force. Although the rebel soldier was shocked and took a few steps back, and blood was oozing from the tiger's mouth in his right hand holding the knife, he still stood firmly.

Seeing the blacksmith's angry face, the soldier snorted coldly, drew his sword out of its sheath, and slashed it down with a cold light. There was a crackle, and the hammer in the blacksmith's hand had been shaved off.

"It's really a fool who doesn't know whether to live or die, Lao Tzu didn't see you hiding, and you didn't want to steal your life, but you had to die. I've done it for you!"

Seeing the second knife fall, the blacksmith will not be lucky. Wang Fu'er only felt that his heart was pumping, and he couldn't stand it, so he hurriedly closed his eyes. Not to mention that he is only a six-year-old child now, even if he has the strength of an adult as he remembers, he will not be the opponent of this rebellious soldier who is proficient in martial arts, how can he save people?

Poof! Blood splattered.

The blacksmith, who had almost been cut off in the abdomen with a single sword, laughed out loud instead. "Thief, I'm going to make you pay!" he didn't know when he had an extra bronze bracelet in his hand, which would have been stained dark red by his own blood.

Wang Fu'er's eyes were closed, but his ears were ridged, and instead of the screams of the blacksmith being killed, he heard the rebellious soldiers crying out in horror: "the corpse copper ring! You actually have a corpse copper ring!"

According to Wang Fu'er, who couldn't resist his curiosity, when he opened his eyes, he saw that his intestines had been turned out, and the blacksmith with white eyes roared in a muddle, and his hands went straight up and down like the soldier strangled him. It's as fast as a wind......

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