In the endless void, there is a huge and vibrant world floating.

There is a thin layer of gray mist entrenched outside, wrapping the whole world, like a "chicken egg"... It's just that on the surface of the "chicken egg", there are small cracks of different lengths, densely packed and crisscrossed.

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And all kinds of terrible "things" that are indescribable, indescribable, and will drive intelligent creatures into madness just by looking at them are surrounding the world, trying to penetrate their pollution and tentacles into the world through the gaps in the gray mist.<

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Among them are huge balls of light that are shrouded in blood and look like stars; there are huge trees with countless branches and tentacles extending out, constantly piercing the gaps in the gray mist; there are even silver-white snakes that are several times longer than the distance between the two poles of the world.

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At this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air from the depths of the void, instantly breaking through the blockade of those terrifying things.

Zhao Chen, who was enveloped in golden light, felt that his mind had become extremely chaotic with just a casual glance. Countless thoughts and ideas emerged, as if they were going to tear him apart. He, who was already confused, suddenly became confused.

Lost consciousness in pain.

The next moment, the golden light enveloping his soul accelerated again, avoiding the extending "tentacles", the incoming "waves", and the shining "blood light", and went straight into the cracks in the gray mist.<

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The thirteenth year of Guanghe, March 8113 of the Great Xia calendar.

Yumen County, Ganzhou, Bingquan Town, in a wing in the backyard of Jinbao Martial Arts School.

"Huh!" Zhao Chen opened his eyes suddenly, then leaned back on the chair and breathed heavily.

I actually dreamed that I saw a bunch of indescribable scary things in "space"... Could it be that I have read too much Cthulhu recently? Or did I really have a "R'lyeh" dream?

Maybe what he saw in the "dream" was too vivid, and the pain of mental tearing was still fresh in Zhao Chen's memory, so he sat there for a long time without coming back to his senses.

About ten minutes later, Zhao Chen's thoughts finally returned to normal. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and thought to himself:

I was stupid just now... I actually suspected that I was sleepwalking "Raleye"? Haha, if Xiao Liu and those guys know this, they will definitely laugh at me, saying that I am still so "childlike" at my age...

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What's more, if I really looked directly at the evil god like in the dream, I would have turned into a monster by now... Hey, I am still imagining it, because the dream just now was too realistic!

Eh? I can’t seem to remember what I saw in my dream just now... I just remember that it was scary and very frustrating... Forget it, dreams are like that, you can’t remember them when you wake up.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhao Chen glanced at the surrounding environment, preparing to confirm his location. After all, with the return of normal thoughts, he also remembered that he was attending a friend's wedding banquet before he fell asleep.
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I drank while helping the groom to stop drinking...

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Chen was stunned again, because the scene that greeted him was beyond his imagination!

This is an antique room, surrounded by wooden furniture and decorations. There is an ink painting hanging on the diagonally opposite wall. Zhao Chen only took a glance and judged that the painting depicts "Dayu's control of floods".

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Where is this? After I was drunk, Xiao Liu and the others opened a retro-style hotel room for me? Or did someone deliberately prank me and throw me into a movie theater?

As his thoughts were turning, Zhao Chen felt that something was wrong. After all, with his eyesight and knowledge, even after just a few glances, he could tell that the "Picture of King Yu's Water Control" on the wall was both beautiful in form and spirit, and well done in painting.

It must be made by a famous artist, and it is definitely not the standard that a certain scenic spot, hotel, or even movie theater should have.

Is it possible that what I saw in my dream just now is true? I was carried by a golden light and entered a miserable world surrounded by indescribable things?

As soon as he thought about this, Zhao Chen's heart was filled with seven parts of fear, two parts of disbelief, and one part of inexplicable... excitement!

——He is a person who likes to explore unknown things, otherwise he would not have chosen archeology as a major in college.

Zhao Chen took a few deep breaths to calm down his rapidly beating heart. Then he stood up and walked quickly to the table under the "Picture of King Yu's Water Control"... It was inevitable that someone was deliberately playing tricks on him. He also

More "evidence" is needed to support it, and the rice paper on the table with the writing on it that has not yet completely dried can reveal a lot.

Looking down, I saw a couplet of poems written on the rice paper in a font that Zhao Chen, a graduate student majoring in archeology, had never seen before:

"The sword cuts down the evil dragon and clears up the weirs; the ax cuts down the willows and shakes the sky."

The murderous aura hits the face and penetrates the back of the paper. A good sentence is even better!

It's just... Although this font does not belong to any type that I know, it is undoubtedly Chinese characters... Plus King Yu in the painting... Didn't I travel through time and there was a person who created beautiful fonts and techniques?

The great calligraphy and painting master is kidding me? That doesn’t make sense!

Zhao Chen frowned, and when he was confused, the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at the inner door of this room, and found that the door was not closed. Looking through the crack of the door, he could just see a full-length mirror.

The mirror faces the door? From a Feng Shui perspective, this is not a good pattern. It eliminates good fortune and increases misfortune...

Although Feng Shui is not a required course for archeology majors, Zhao Chen, who is already interested in this aspect, still knows something about it.

However, he didn't have time to think too much about the Feng Shui problem at this time. Instead, his heart moved slightly, and then he quickly walked into the room and cast his eyes on himself in the mirror.

What is reflected in the full-length mirror is a boy who is only thirteen or fourteen years old. His body is slender and well-proportioned. He is not short, at least 1.7 meters tall.

His skin color is white, his facial features are three-dimensional and deep, and he looks delicate and elegant. Although his forehead is slightly wider, he is still handsome.

Just when Zhao Chen was staring at the young man in the mirror who looked and looked and aged completely different from himself, a cry suddenly rang out in his mind:

"Find out the truth behind my death! Help me take revenge!"

This voice was like crying and complaining, lingering for a long time before dissipating.

"As expected, I traveled through time and space into the body of a young man who had just died...

"And I have a vague feeling that only by completing the boy's final obsession can we truly accept his identity and obtain his complete memory..."

Zhao Chen took a few deep breaths again, forced himself to calm down, and prepared to take advantage of the opportunity when no one else was around to explore the room more.

Is it secondary to helping my predecessor find the truth about his death? The top priority is to determine the identity and situation of the body he traveled through, and to get a handy weapon... After all, the murderer of the original body is probably still nearby. Who knows if the other party will be there?

Do it again.

When he looked in the mirror just now, Zhao Chen also carefully examined his current body and found no external injuries. The murderer may have killed him by poisoning...

"Of course, it may also be some weird means that I don't understand." Zhao Chen recalled the indescribable scenes he saw in his previous "dream" and couldn't help feeling a little chilly in his heart.

At this time, the door to the outer room was pushed open, and then a young man who was about the same age as Zhao Chen, short in stature, and with decent facial features walked in carrying a teapot.

Seeing this, Zhao Chen was shocked and quickly picked up the lion-shaped paperweight on the table.

When he saw Zhao Chen in front of the full-length mirror in the back room, the young man showed joy on his face and shouted happily: "Second Young Master, you are finally awake!

"You fainted from heat stroke while standing this morning, which frightened me... Although your senior brother Feng said that there was nothing serious about you, you have been in various situations recently. If there is any accident, I will

I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death by the master and his wife."

He poured a cup of tea quickly and handed it to Zhao Chen while muttering to himself.

When Zhao Chen subconsciously took the tea cup, the information about the young man in front of him also appeared in his mind:

"Fengqu, 13 years old, is the boy assigned to me by my father. He is good at work, but he is too talkative."

I see, it seems that I can still get some relevant memories when I see some people or objects that are familiar to the original owner of the body... Zhao Chen nodded thoughtfully, and then asked calmly:

"How's it going outside?"

He didn't notice it when the door was closed just now, but when Fengqu opened the door and entered the house, there was noise and the sound of drums. In addition, there was no one to look after the young master who had fainted from "heatstroke", so Zhao Chen judged that this was the case.

I'm afraid something happened at home...

The murderer may have taken this opportunity to attack the original person.

If this is true, it means that the murderer did not dare to kill me openly...

After Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Fengqu raise a pair of thick eyebrows and said happily:

"That's right, Second Young Master, I'm afraid you don't know yet, but someone is challenging your master. Now Master Huang is signing a life and death certificate with the other party, and he will take action soon."

My master...Master Huang? I have no relevant memory. It seems that either the original master is not close to this master, or the memory needs to be "triggered" by seeing the person...

While his mind was spinning, Zhao Chen asked again: "Who is challenging the master?"

"They are the people from the Sand Snake Gang in Chijin Town. They have always been defeated by Master Huang before. This time they may have found a master to challenge Old Master Huang's position again."

As for the specific person the other party found and what benefits he would get if he succeeded in the challenge, Fengqu, a young man, could not explain clearly. He only kept thinking about how lively it was in the front yard, with several well-known people in the town.

The characters are all present... After all, he doesn't read much and is young, so he doesn't have that insight.

Hearing this, Zhao Chen put down the teacup in his hand after a brief thought and simply told Feng Qu: "Take me to the front yard."

He didn't dare to say anything more. Without understanding the original person's habits, the more he spoke, the easier it would be to reveal flaws.

Feng Qu was stunned when he heard this, and tactfully advised: "But Master, your health is not good yet...and you have only been a disciple for two days, so there is no need to be tied to the Golden Dart Martial Arts School."

If you go out now, if Mr. Huang loses, the young master and the Zhao family will be embarrassed, right?

Zhao Chen glanced at him sideways and said again in a more serious tone: "Lead the way!"

The reason why he insists on watching the competition is because there are many people in the front yard, and there are many martial arts people who listen to Fengqu's words. The unknown murderer may not dare to attack in public, and the safety factor is relatively high;

Secondly, it is because he is very interested in martial arts in this world and wants to see with his own eyes what it is like.

After all, if what you see in your "dream" is true, then this world may be very dangerous, and the method that can enhance your "strength" is the foundation of your life.

On the other side, Xiaosi Fengqu only felt that his second young master was extremely serious today and did not dare to persuade him any more. He quickly said "yes", then turned around and opened the door, leading Zhao Chen to the front yard.
To be continued...