Chapter 1: The World of Awakening from the Calamity ()

He Fang jumped out of the taxi and headed straight to the ticket gate. He Fang finally caught the plane back to Shanghai at the last moment in sweat. It was not until he stepped into the cabin under the dissatisfied gaze of the beautiful flight attendant of China Eastern Airlines that he relaxed.

He Fang is not the one who can stop the flight and wait for someone. If he misses the flight, although the company will reimburse the extra accounts, but he will have to have an afternoon with the old virgin in the accounting room. Even the worldly-wise He Fang would not have such a good interest.

"Okay, I finally caught up!" He Fang relaxed his hands and feet in his seat, lazily refusing to move anymore.

In order to catch the scheduled flight, He Fang failed to sleep well last night, and now he was not energetic at all. He was slow to wear his seat belt. The beautiful flight attendant who came to checked glared fiercely.

The plane had entered the predetermined altitude and began to fly towards the target city in the air. The cabin radio reminded passengers to let go of their seat belts now. The noise in the cabin became louder, and the flight attendant also pushed the car into the cabin. However, He Fang pulled down his eye mask, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest, and had fallen asleep unknowingly.

A sudden shock and the fuselage shaking violently. He Fang woke up from his sleep and was about to find someone to find out what was going on. The cabin radio rang out in time. However, there was no need for radio. Just look at the firelight coming in from the porthole to know what was going on.

He Fang's face was pale and he grabbed the handrail tightly. It is said that the chance of a plane crash was less than one in a million. He never won a prize of more than twenty yuan when buying a lottery ticket. Could it be that he would actually get a first prize this time?

The fire spread very quickly. In a blink of an eye, the flames flowing outside the porthole on the silver wings had swallowed the last engine and covered the entire wing. A huge amount of fuel was sprayed out from the engine's rupture and exploded on the trajectory where the fuselage passed. After the fuselage, it was as brilliant as the legendary flame tail feather of the magic bird Suzaku. The wings of the giant jetliner dragged several long flame tails and fell from the air to the ground, as if a fire meteor cut through the dark sky, which was particularly eye-catching in the night sky.

The emergency line that provided electricity to the cabin had lost its effect just before the last engine was swallowed. The series of stress lights on the top of the cabin suddenly went out after a few flashes, and they all went black with the small light on the side of the seat. The cabin finally fell into darkness, and there was no light except the fire outside the cabin. The passengers, who were already shrouded in panic, now suddenly triggered their miserable crying.

He Fang sat close to the porthole, tightly bound by the safety belt in a narrow seat. The orange flames on the wings were burning violently. The flashing flames passed through the porthole and penetrated into the cabin, making He Fang's face flicker and dark, and his ears were filled with screams and crying.

For some reason, He Fang was out of fear at this time, but his heart was calm. He looked at everything around him, but he felt like he was sitting in the theater and enjoying a newly released disaster blockbuster, and he didn't have much realism about the ending he was about to face.

The blazing flames outside the porthole illuminate the altitude of 10,000 meters at midnight. ‘If you stand on the ground and look up, it should be amazing.’ He Fang was thinking in his heart.

A brilliant ball of fireworks exploded in the air, and He Fang's time in this world freezes.

The consciousness was still floating in the dark, but the discomfort from various parts of the body gradually awakened He Fang from the coma. The feeling was not the pain after the injury, but the collapse from the bone marrow, like a reaction of excessive blood loss, as if he was cold and weak all over when he was lying on the hospital bed after his stomach bleeding.

The feeling of weakness all over his body was very uncomfortable, and He Fang still felt very happy. As long as he had a feeling, no matter what it felt, it at least means that he was still alive. Being able to survive the air crash was a gratifying thing. But soon He Fang became panicked because he found that there were many memories that did not belong to him in his head.

‘Hangang? Who is that?’

He Fang was suddenly shocked and his consciousness was completely awake. There was a memory that did not belong to him inexplicably in his mind, which was completely the life of another person. From childhood to adulthood, the traces left by the more than ten years of life in the name of Hangang were trivial and complete. But this memory did not belong to the 21st century, but the Song Dynasty, which was a thousand years ago, was a disagreement due to the long time.

‘No way... I was put on the body by a thousand-year-old ghost?’

He Fang felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, wondering if he had injured his head in the accident. He struggled to open his eyes and see what was happening around him, but his thin eyelids were as heavy as a pound and could not open them. He tried his best to move his eyelids a little while.

"Awaken, wake up! Daddy! Madam! Third brother is awake!"

A girl's surprise shout sounded as He Fang's eyelids trembled slightly. The girl's voice was tender and tender, and there was a sweet glutinous sound, but it turned into He Fang's ears and turned into Huang Zhong Dalu, which made his mind dizzy. Then a scattered sound came, and a man and a woman were a little older. They were excited for He Fang's slight movements, and their voices were full of surprises, but He Fang's heart sank little by little.

Since graduating from university, He Fang has been traveling around the country for more than ten years. Even if he can't speak dialects across the country, he can still be familiar with them. However, the three people around him speak completely, they are completely different from any dialect he is familiar with. The tone is weird, with a bit of Shaanxi dialect, but also a little Cantonese tone.

‘Is it an ancient sound?’ He Fang recalled the memories from a thousand years ago that appeared in his mind, ‘Is it not that I was a ghost, but that I became a ghost and someone else’s body, and that was the ancients of the Song Dynasty!’

As soon as he thought of this, He Fang felt even more confused and tightened. Although he liked to use his mobile phone to flip through the novels of the Internet's time travel system, He Fang would not believe that there was something that would have happened thousands of years later. However, the current situation cannot tolerate him not believing it.

Existence is reasonable.

He Fang has always adhered to this point of view. He can now clearly hear the sounds of the three people around him crying with joy. This cannot be an hallucination or a dream! The memories in his mind tell him this way, and the voices that come into his ears tell him this way.

Whether it is a dream or an illusion, it should not exceed the scope of knowledge you have. However, the inexplicable familiarity that is passed into your ears, but the language that is different from any dialect, and the memories that do not belong to you still remain in your mind completely denies the possibility of an illusion nightmare.
Chapter completed!