Death, darkness, Chen Wei guessed that this was a dream after another. It was a very wonderful feeling, the soul and consciousness seemed to float in the air, and then, it fell into a dark and gloomy place, like a maze that could never get out of.

The top of his head was so high that he disappeared in the shadows. The wall was a black rock, stretching upwards. A sound came from a distance, a little familiar, and a stranger, like a ghost's voice, echoing everywhere. He couldn't hear what it was, but gave him a feeling that he would never escape from this place.

I don't know how long it has passed, but in this place, time seems to have lost its meaning. Chen Wei began to grop and walk forward, shouting (maybe only in his brain), hoping to go out, maybe just find some comfort and want to hear an answer.

But the sound became farther and blurred, until it became an echo of the echo and then disappeared completely. He was left with only one person now, walking in this dark corridor. He gradually realized that this was not an illusion, a mirage or a dream, at least not, the usual dream, he seemed to have walked into the middle, between the world of yin and yang, or the division of different spaces. But which world was he going? Is it hell, punished for the sins he committed.

The unsettling thing appeared, and the images of the innocent people who died in his hands appeared, including men and women, old and young, surrounding him, biting him, scolding him, making him afraid, regretful, and helpless, the conscience in his heart kept jumping out to make accusations, and repentance for every despicable, cruel, deceptive crime he had committed was like whips, whipping him, tormenting him, making him sweat profusely, making him cry, and making him...

"God, my God!" the voice in the distance screamed. He heard it clearly. It was a confused, disaster-stricken voice. Then there was a silence and the echo disappeared. Then, it slowly began again.

After a while, the environment seemed to be a little brighter. At first, Chen Wei thought it was an imagination, a dream in a dream, but after a while, the light was too obvious and could not be an illusion. The surroundings were full of purgatory whispers, a wheel was spinning and turning, and the colors were mixed together. Is it the past life, this life and the next life? Under Chen Wei's gaze, the wheel was spinning slower and slower...

Chen Wei suddenly realized that he was not in a maze, but in a room. He was not alone, but standing with Meng Jie. He touched his hand gently, allowing Chen Wei to experience emotions that could not be described with ink. Meng Jie's body exuded a dazzling holy light, washing away Chen Wei's confusion, regret, and fear...

Now he understood the sounds around him, not the kind of echo, but the low sound, just like the nameless gods made with their inflexible tongues. Slowly, the sounds became clearer and clearer until he could almost tell what they were saying. Then, no image existed, only the dazzling light on his head was left, and his body involuntarily rose into the light...

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In early autumn, 1902.

It was high at the time of Wusongkou. The blue-gray water in the city, the yellow water with mud and sand in the Yangtze River, and the green East China Sea water. In Chen Wei, or in other words, it showed the wonder of "three-shui" in front of the brand new Afa, which was very similar to the wheel of destiny rotating.

Paddle ships, dark ships, foreign mast ships, sand ships, guard ships, all kinds of different types, coming and going on the distant river surface, coming and going, and from time to time, whistling from time to time to express one's presence.

Chen Wei sat on the bank of the river and had been silent for a long time. Now, he seemed to have figured it out, and stood up and walked slowly towards the distance with his empty steps. Everything was forgotten for the dead, but all this did not disappear. Because of the existence, Chen Wei, who had become Ah Fa, still has a chance.

Death, soul travel, possession and rebirth, bizarre experiences seem to inject him with a new energy, a new bold spirit of adventure, or a new understanding of life.

His previous life was not a very beautiful memory for him. Around the 21st century, a mysterious transnational criminal organization was once famous. In the world, the United States, Japan, Southeast Asia, Europe..., as long as the client can afford the price, whether it is assassinating the lives of politicians, drug lords, wealthy people, or stealing commercial secrets or secret documents hidden deep in safes in banks or private homes, this organization can always complete the task.

Chen Wei is a member of the Department of the Department of the Central Foreign Affairs Department of the Organization, nicknamed "Ghost Hand". In terms of skills and martial arts, he became a monk halfway through, not the best, but in terms of comprehensive skills, he is the most comprehensive. Not only has higher education, but also has a pair of smart hands and a smart mind.

He was both an agent, a spy, and a cold killer. Chen Wei grew up in an orphanage and was finally able to graduate from college, which was an inspirational model. However, later luck seemed to have gone away from him, and was imprisoned because of an unexpected conflict that led to the murder of a gangster. In prison, he was retaliated by the gang and almost died. It was precisely because he refused to surrender and refused to give up in prison that he was attracted by the organization and got him out in advance through various ways. Later, he became cold and violent in the hardships, and after he was trained like hell in the organization, he became a capable general, and he was also a tool for mechanical tasks.

Such time made him numb from stimulation, from passion to irritability and disgust. Until one day, Chen Wei's gun drooped down in the innocent and kind gaze of a girl Meng Jie. She was only six years old, and it was this flawless innocent and kindness, and the confidence to treat everything equally, which influenced him. For Chen Wei, she was the eternal light that illuminated his new life path.

Chen Wei, who was still in a state of conscience, was re-energized. He became more and more tired of the walking dead life, and became more and more tired of the tragic way of becoming a tool for killing and cheating. He left the organization and wanted to start his new life.

But the organization could not tolerate Chen Wei's departure. In order to warn him, they chased Chen Wei without giving up. They ran around and fled to the world. Chen Wei finally did not escape the organization's fierce hand, but he finally regained freedom and rebirth in an incredible way. No matter what his appearance and body turned into, his heart was still Chen Wei, which was enough.

Now, Chen Wei also understood that when his soul drifted, fell into a maze and was at a loss, the echoing sound, the sound of the gods chanting mantras, some of the meanings contained in it. It was not just forgiveness, but some responsibility was given or entrusted to him, or the beginning of self-salvation.

Yes, when he realizes the despicable, cruel, deceitful and betrayal he committed in his previous life, and sincerely repents and acts in order to get a promise for a bright future.

As he walked, he merged the memories in his mind and changed his soul, Afa (will call this name later to avoid confusion) walked through the dry, hard, rutted fields, listening to the sound of bells coming from a distance, and crossing the highlands covered with trees, he stopped in front of a poor and dirty village.

Ah Fa was hungry and thirsty, and he couldn't walk anymore, but as the memories merged, his mind gradually became active. Ah Fa, a little gangster on Shanghai, was a gangster who had just started, and was a subordinate of the Qing Gang gangster Diao Wu. He wanted to make a contribution while fighting for the dock, but was knocked unconscious and fell into the Huangpu River. Well, it was just such a guy who had never done bad things too much, and the small ones hadn't done a few times, and his health was in an average state.

Now, after the soul fusion, although Ah Fa still remembers the training he received in his previous life and those moves and skills, the body cannot perform at present, whether it is speed or strength. Moreover, no matter how hard the body is practiced, its flexibility and coordination cannot reach his original level. It would be very good to be able to recover at most four or five percent.

So, Afa wanted to find a place to stay quietly for a few days, wait until his body fully recovered, and then train adaptively, and plan his new life by the way.

Afa rested at the entrance of the village for a while, slowed down his strength before walking in. The village was so dilapidated that the cottages were all made of soil and unpainted wood, and there were messy garbage everywhere. The roofs of some cottages had collapsed and were uninhabited. The air was filled with filth, decay, and the stench of feces and urine.

Originally, Afa wanted to knock on the door of a farmhouse casually and try his luck to see if he could get food and drink. But as he walked, he was attracted by the music floating from afar and walked over involuntarily.

The music sounds are like a stream flowing, and like someone telling long-lasting memories in a deep tone, which makes people feel a little sad. Afa's thoughts go further and further, and the music sounds are as if revealing his bumpy life path. He wanders, is confused, wanders, and is unwilling to surrender to fate.

As if a deep and painful sigh, the music stopped. Ah Fa stood in front of the fence door in a daze, as if he had forgotten his original purpose.

"Little brother, what's wrong?" An old man sitting in the yard walked over with a silk string and asked through the half-person-high wall.

Ah Fa's eyes turned and he woke up. He looked at the old man with gray hair, a gray cloth coat, and blue cloth shoes. His eyes were a little cloudy and looked familiar.

"Yeah," Ah Fa paused for a moment and said politely: "Old man, can you give me some food and drink? I really can't walk."

The old man looked at Ah Fa carefully, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to open the yard gate and signaled him to come in. The old man said as he walked, "Brother, I recognize you, Hongxiu Pavilion, my granddaughter and I have sold singing there, and you also rewarded the leftovers used by our customers."
Chapter completed!