Youxianguan, everything starts from the end of the end of Dharma

Click!

Boom!!

The summer sky is like a child's face, it changes at a moment's notice. A sudden heavy rain in midsummer quickly entered the pouring mode without any gradual process. At the same time, there was lightning and thunder, and the entire cloud layer seemed to

At this moment, cracks were torn apart by the electric light………….

Wu Qi was lying on the bed, his eyes under his eyelids constantly turning, as if he had fallen into a long and terrible nightmare, confused and confused. He desperately wanted to wake up, but he couldn't.

He just couldn't control himself. Not only was his body as heavy as a stone and motionless, but his spirit seemed to have become cold and stiff.

In the darkness, it was vaguely as if someone was speaking next to his ear, but the words were vague and unclear. No matter how hard he subconsciously tried to listen, it felt like background sound.

The more I listen, the less clearly I can hear.

Then, there was a click! There was a thunder, and a bolt of lightning seemed to hit his head directly from the sky. A huge roar suddenly poured into his mind, and Wu Qi's consciousness slowly came out of the deepest silence.

I woke up little by little.

"Ah!"

The sudden pain seemed to burst out from the innermost part of his head. Wu Qi's face was distorted and he held his head tightly with both hands. His screams were like a trapped animal. But fortunately, the pain came.

It went away faster and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Panting heavily, Wu Qi jumped out of the bed. The sweat all over his body seemed to have been poured over by heavy rain. In just a few breaths, both the vest on top and the shorts below were all soaked through.
Huh! Huh! Huh...!

"What's going on? Where is this? I remember... I remember... wasn't I... already dead...?"

Wu Qi's eyes instantly opened to their maximum size, and the expression on his face was completely incredulous and unbelievable. And as his spirit became more and more clear, it seemed as if the floodgates were opened deep in his brain.

Water and countless images in his memory suddenly roared over, completely submerging his thoughts in an instant.

In the narrow alley, he was sitting against the wall, covering his heart. A stream of blood trickled down through his fingers, forming a large puddle on the ground beneath him, and dyeing half of his body red.

In addition, there were three or four corpses lying not far in front of him. All of them had twisted limbs and ferocious faces, or their heads were deflated and their chests were collapsed. They died horribly.

Finally, standing in front of him was a short, skinny little old man wearing a Tang suit, with a sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked face, and a pair of scorched yellow eyes staring at him, full of murderous intent.

If this memory is correct, Wu Qi does remember that he is already dead. Because in this world, it is impossible for anyone to survive after his heart is chopped into pieces with a knife!

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"What on earth happened? Or am I... having a nightmare?"

The memory in his mind turned into countless image fragments that were being rotated, divided, and arranged in combination. One moment, he seemed to vaguely see the blurry backs of two young women, but the next moment, he was stabbed fiercely by a knife.

Into his chest.

Then, the whole scene seemed as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button. The bright red blood, the sharp knife...!

Reluctantly stopping his violent breathing, Wu Qi couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pressed on his heart. He then tore off his clothes and lowered his head to take a closer look. Although there were no wounds, it felt like someone had stabbed a vital part of this place.

, but it is so clear that it cannot be taken away no matter what.

A person may remember a dream very clearly even sometimes, but how can a feeling like a sharp knife entering the body come out of thin air?

Because this is so real! It’s as real as when I was a child and my finger was cut by the old man’s short knife for the first time in the old house in the country... That kind of terrifying feeling of having the skin cut open instantly by the blade, even if it’s

More than ten years have passed, but it still appears in his dreams from time to time.

As the chaotic thoughts in his mind slowly calmed down, Wu Qi began to look around naturally and observe his environment. Then he realized that he should be in a hotel now. Although the facilities were not very good, even the air conditioning was not

No, but at least it was kept clean and tidy.

In addition to the bed where I was lying on, there was also a blue denim hiking bag placed on an armchair next to it. The clothes and pants were all loose casual styles, and the quality could be seen.

It's quite good and should be worth a lot of money.

"This is the hotel where I stayed when I first arrived in Wucheng when I finished the college entrance examination?" Wu Qi frowned and walked around in a circle, then picked up his clothes and backpack and looked at it, the expression on his face suddenly changed.

It's a little strange.

"What is this? Resurrection from the dead? Or is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies?" The conflicts and contradictions between the memories and images in his mind and the increasingly familiar environment in front of him made him a little unclear whether he was dreaming or not.

Reality.

The death that was so profound in my memory was still vivid in my mind, but when I turned my eyes, I realized that the time in front of me didn't match up.

"I must have just arrived in Wucheng at this time. Because the train was late, it was almost midnight when I got off, so I found a chain hotel near the station to stay. These are all correct, but I remember the weather that night

It’s great, it didn’t rain at all!”

Looking at the rain falling more and more outside the window, Wu Qi was obviously still a little confused. After standing there for a while, he quickly grabbed the backpack beside him and took out a ticket from the mezzanine outside. This was what he bought in Wucheng.

The train ticket is a real-name ticket with his name, train number and time on it.

"That's right! In addition, there are these things..." He then opened his backpack, took out the items one by one, and placed them on the bed. A ten-inch tablet computer, a new leather jacket, and

It felt very good in his hands, including two or three changes of T-shirts and shorts, as well as a wallet and a document bag, which contained the admission notice he had just received a few days ago.

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The four words "Wucheng University" are written in gilded fonts on the cover. The words are written with a stylus and a silver hook, which shows the skill of writing.

As he was reading the admission notice carefully, at the same time, there was a faint sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor outside the door, and then, not long after, someone knocked on his door.

Bang bang bang!

"Mr. Wu from 308, our night shift waiter just now said that he heard a cry in your room. What can I do for you?" The voice outside the door was the manager on duty tonight, and you could clearly hear her when she spoke.

The urgency in the voice was obviously Wu Qi's scream just now. It was so loud that even the waiter on duty in the corridor outside heard it.

"Oh, it's okay. I accidentally fell down just now..." Wu Qi was startled by the knock on the door, but his spirit was shaken by it, and he finally woke up from the previous daze.

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"It seems that my memory is correct! At least the time and place are right now! It's just that the things that happened later need to be verified again."

Wu Qi let out a deep breath, then spoke to the lobby manager outside through the door, and his whole body began to relax slowly. Then he picked up the phone next to the pillow and looked at the time on it.

, July 20, 2023, which is one day different from the date on the ticket. It is already about two o'clock in the morning.

"So, I can now confirm that at this time, I should have gone out for travel a few days after receiving the admission notice. The reason why I chose this destination is that Wucheng University is here, and secondly, I am here.

It can be regarded as the place where my ancestral home is. According to the genealogy records, our Wu family outside Guanwai were born in Wucheng!"

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the tenants inside, the manager on duty outside the door did not ask him to open the door to check. He just asked a few more questions in a routine manner and then turned around and left.

At this time, Wu Qi had already walked into the bathroom next to the door. He first turned on the faucet and washed his face twice, then looked in the mirror with a wet face.

As his name suggests, Wu Qiren in the mirror is an ordinary boy. He has ordinary facial features and is not handsome, but his eyes are bright and clear. He is also tall and strong. He is obviously 1.8 meters tall.

A few, but he doesn't seem to be that tall, because he is really too strong. Not only are his shoulders broad and thick, but his waist is also very thick. He looks like a big fat man.

However, what is absolutely different from that fat man with a big head and a big belly is that he has no belly. Although he looks fat, in fact he is strong, majestic and strong. He has big shoulders and round waist, wide shoulders and thick back, especially

The hands are extraordinarily big, with ten fingers like carrots. They should be able to grab a basketball with one handful...

Wu Qi looked at himself in the mirror, and spread out his hands to bend and stretch a few times at will. He felt that all the strength in his body was echoing with his breathing and bending and stretching, and even his limbs and bones were everywhere.

There was nothing suffocating at all. I knew there was nothing wrong with my body. The things that happened in my memory had no impact on me.

At the same time, he slowly stabilized his emotions, cleared his mind, and began to sort out the chaotic memories in his mind one by one.

"The most uncertain thing now is whether I am dead? Or am I really coming back from the dead?" Wu Qi, who has experienced countless information bombardments on the Internet, is still full of doubts about this experience that happened to him.

But it doesn’t feel like it’s completely unacceptable.

After all, settings such as rebirth and time travel have long been "bad" in various novels these days. Even if all of this is true, there is nothing surprising.