Mythological origins

"Where is this place?"

In a dilapidated temple with wind blowing in from all sides, a young man with wounds all over his body and a dizzy head slowly opened his eyes.

But he happened to meet the eyes of a sneaky man who tried to "pick up the body".

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Ghost!"

The guilty bearded man was frightened by the "resurrected" boy and jumped a few steps away, knocking down some tables and chairs.

...

"Bang!"

The earthenware bowl filled with water on the table fell to the ground.

"What's the noise?!"

After hearing the movement in the dilapidated temple, several soldiers, surrounded by an old man in Taoist robes, walked in swaggeringly.

"It's okay, I just overturned a table and spilled some water."

The old man saw the water spilled on the ground and seemed to have guessed what happened.

…

“These lowly people are really half dead and still can’t live peacefully.” The leading military leader spat and cursed secretly.

“Why don’t you quickly prop up the table? Don’t disturb the nobleman!”

The leading military man patted the knife on his waist, pointed at the big man who was still slumped on the ground and had not yet recovered, and threatened him, looking like he was going to chop him down if he disagreed with him.

“Yes, yes, military sir.”

The bearded man, who was still frightened, hurriedly smiled and crawled to clean up the scene under the threat of the long knife on his waist.

The posture was as low as possible, and he was so trembling that he didn’t even dare to raise his head.

Because he had been here for a while, he knew very well that these guys in front of him really regarded human life as worthless.

As for the ghost thing, he didn’t dare to say a word.

…

Just now he saw a dead man with a small jade pendant hanging around his neck, which looked worth some silver, so he was greedy and wanted to take it for himself.

But he didn't expect that the other party woke up just when he was about to take action, and stared at him, which scared him.

"Is that really a living person..." The big man recalled the injuries on the boy's body.

There were at least seven or eight piercing wounds, and more than ten slashing wounds. The tattered white clothes had been soaked with blood and turned half red and half white.

The big man asked himself, if he had been injured like this, he would have died long ago.

How could a thin young man survive in such a situation?

"Could it be that it was just a last gasp?" He bravely looked at the bloody boy again.

Coincidentally, the two eyes collided again.

However, it may not be appropriate to describe it as a collision. It was simply a one-sided blow like a sledgehammer hitting tofu. The bearded man only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and his consciousness was shattered by that gaze.

He suspected even more that the other party was not a human at all!

The man had followed a hunting team in the wild and had seen a white-browed tiger weighing more than a thousand pounds.

The ferocious tiger could break a strong man's bones with one claw, and the hunting team of dozens of people was killed in pieces, but the moment of looking into the tiger's eyes was far less shocking than today.

…

"A Qi, this one, this one, and these two, send them off so that they will suffer less."

Not to mention the shock of the man, the old man in a Taoist robe, with his sharp eyes, scanned the ruined temple, and then pointed to several of the most seriously injured people and said.

No matter what the people pointed out thought, or whether they wanted to live, in a few words, the old man sentenced them to death, and it was the kind of immediate execution without appeal. "Yes, sir."

Behind the old man, the young men who looked like guards drew their swords upon being ordered, and one by one, they easily and neatly ended their painful groans.

"Sir, there is also over there..."

The guard named Ah Qi licked the blood on the sword that still had a trace of body temperature, and pointed the sword at the bloody boy.

The result was only a frown from the old man.

Ah Qi, who was addicted to blood, realized that he was meddling too much.

He, a guard servant, actually wanted to decide who to kill for the master, so he quickly put away his sword and his bloodthirsty face, lowered his head and quietly shrank back without saying a word.

Seeing this, the old man's brows slowly relaxed.

...

Faced with such a killing god, the people in the ruined temple did not dare to breathe, for fear that the master would frown again and take them away with a knife.

The old man and the young man no longer paid attention to the situation in the ruined temple and turned away.

As for the weak young man who caused the initial chaos, Ah Qi did not dare to look at him anymore, and the old man did not pay any attention to him.

…

"Everyone who can still move, crawl out and eat your food. Eat within a quarter of an hour and leave the camp."

After the old man left, the military leader with a knife on his waist left this sentence in the dilapidated temple that was temporarily used as a cannon fodder camp.

They were a rebel army, and the people in the dilapidated temple were all cannon fodder who were captured to charge the battle formation and consume arrows. As a soldier of the elite Tiger Gang Camp, the military leader naturally did not treat these cannon fodder as human beings.

…

"After such a serious injury, except for walking a little slower, he can actually eat like a normal person?" The bearded man once again confirmed his belief that the other party was definitely not a human.

It's a pity that people in their world don't have the concept of zombies, otherwise his first reaction would probably be that the other party has become a zombie.

There were dozens of wounds all over his body, but the boy seemed to have no sense of pain and continued to move his body in a large range, not caring whether it would make the injuries worse.

…

The food in the cannon fodder camp was very crude. There was no need to think about white flour buns. On the tattered wooden table were some strange roots that were dug out from nowhere.

Some looked like radishes, some looked like sweet potatoes, and some did not look like edible things. They were more or less covered with mud, obviously they had just been dug out of the ground not long ago.

As for the hygiene? No one cared, after all, how long they could live was an unknown.

As a group of poor people who were forcibly captured as cannon fodder, the rebel soldiers would not treat them as human beings. They were just sandbags that consumed arrows and physical strength.

And the government troops would only treat them as walking military merits, carrying the heads of the cannon fodder and treating them as traitors to ask their superiors for rewards.

…

"I am... Bai Mo?" The boy chewed the root-like object while sorting out the information in his mind.

After waking up from the coma, countless memories appeared in his mind.

His previous life was the invincible Demon Yang Daoist Bai Mo in Daochen Realm.

When trying to step out of the Heavenly Dao Realm, he accidentally exposed his nature as a time traveler and was not tolerated by this world.

Countless passers-by who had only met once turned into human robberies and attacked.

Although he killed them with his peerless power and forcibly killed the human robbery with violence.

But in the end, because of the accumulated injuries, he was forced by the thunder of the heavenly robbery that came again and again after the human robbery, and had to break through the space with a wisp of residual soul and take over the body to be reborn.

This young man who died in the chaos just became the target of the residual soul to take over the body.