Chapter 1: Possession (Part 2)

What you said makes sense

Indeed, the soul of this indigenous body has returned to eighteen years ago, to the very moment before the conflict with the mountain dwellers. It turns out that even historical heroes are not made in a day; this renowned figure, in his youth, also had various mistakes and regrets. The young man thought to himself with a sense of ease: "Now, it has all become advantageous for me! I never expected that in the twenty-first century, through self-study and enlightenment, I would truly cultivate the art of an indestructible soul and a reincarnation free from confusion"

In the next moment, consciousness once again plunged into darkness

This greatly restricts the youth in return

The hearts of the mountaineers were heavy with gloom, as their previous greed and desire for military achievements had long been driven away by a series of failures and deaths. The yearning for life gradually overshadowed all other desires

At this moment, He Zhong, who had remained silent, sighed and said, "Then I can only ask the young official for help"

The youngest member of this team is Bancheng, but because he is the child of a doctor, he possesses medical skills and has a keen sense of observation

"Young sir, are you awake?" The slight movement immediately startled someone, who hurriedly approached to inquire.

This is a long dream, in which my name is Wang Shoutian, later changed to Wang Hongde. This time, it is a failed military coup. Next, I arrive in the city and meet with the deputy general. Following that, the regional governor personally leads the troops to repel the enemy forces... Countless memories continue to surge forth.

Is this the legendary rebirth that turns back eighteen years? This indigenous body and soul truly possess the fate of a protagonist, yet they were shattered and usurped by the soul that crossed over from my world

The sharp nails pierced into his palm as he clenched his fist

"Squad Leader, the situation seems a bit off." The first to notice something was wrong were the bench and the books.

"We are indeed the soldiers of the commander. If they truly dare to disobey orders and leave, are they not afraid of the commander's wrath?" one person said with a cold snort

For the past couple of days, we have been holed up in this valley. According to those who returned from reconnaissance, our army has already been scattered. If we do not leave this cursed place soon, I truly fear we may never be able to leave again. " The speaker glanced around and lowered their voice as they spoke.

Reflected in the light of dawn, upon closer inspection, the sword bore a patch of emerald green, revealing itself to be a fine longsword

What if they go all out? Although the benchwarmer is small, he is quite clever and thinks a lot. He pointed out a possibility: "If we really fall out with them, this place is a wilderness, especially after a great defeat..."

This method cannot be deemed incorrect, as there were not many options available for Wang Shoutian at that time

He did not finish his words, but the few people present were not fools; they understood immediately.

Strangely, there are actually two sets of memories: one belonging to the body and the other to a fragmented and unwilling soul. The most peculiar thing is that at the beginning, both sets of memories are identical, both belonging to this man named Wang Shoutian or Wang Hongde

The young man revealed a faint bitter smile: "However, what kind of world is this? From my memories, it is clearly not Earth, yet it bears a striking resemblance to ancient Chinese civilization. Could it be an illusion?"

Countless fragments of memories, encompassing the past, the future, and the present, surge forth until the final flash of bloodlight

The young man uttered these words and then fell back into unconsciousness

No, absolutely not. I can clearly feel that this world is not a world of consciousness; at least the three-dimensional structure has been established.

This memory is both very real and very absurd; the memory of this body is fixed at the eleventh year of the reign, while the memory of the soul below has reached the twenty-ninth year of the reign

In the youth's contemplation, a swirl of white energy coiled within his body, firmly immobilizing him. This was originally a protective technique that rendered one impervious to all evils; however, the youth was not its original master and found himself unable to command it.

At this moment, the young man had already awakened, listening to these events, his heart surging with emotions, yet he did not wish to open his eyes

Uncertain of how much time had passed, he finally awoke again, his complex memories fully archived, while various sounds from outside filled the air

At this thought, the young man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He closed his eyes in meditation, attempting to sense the world around him. However, just as he tried to perceive the spiritual energy of this world, his expression suddenly changed drastically

In such a place, if a few people die, where should one go to investigate

However, can we leave? Can they let us go?

"Damn, am I not imprisoned in this body?" The young man was momentarily stunned, then suddenly smiled: "Forget it, in my past on Earth, during the end of the Dharma age, it was the same. At that time, I was able to self-study and attain enlightenment, so why can't I do it now? However, I am currently constrained by the shell of Wang Shoutian, and I can only be bound by this. I must completely resolve Wang Shoutian's beliefs."

It hurts; this is the residual instinct of the body's will

When the minor official was defeated in battle, he fell from his horse, which is indeed a significant matter

To resolve beliefs, one is to break through with strong force, and the other is to fulfill the belief. Both of these are the paths of dominance, while other minor paths are difficult to resolve completely

Brother He, why do you value him? What abilities does he possess, and once awakened, what problems can he solve?

Little official! Although the words of the young man from mhetushu.com were light, He Zhong still felt very happy

The autumn wind in the early morning carries a hint of chill. In the distance, the faint sounds of certain wild beasts can still be heard. Stepping out of the tent and looking outside, several soldiers are patrolling around the valley entrance, all appearing listless.

After playing with it for a moment, the young man revealed a faint smile, his gaze dark and enigmatic

"Keep the gate, wait for me to wake up tomorrow morning," the young man reluctantly instructed.

"Do not think too much; we will definitely be able to return," said the mountain dweller, who was friendly with that person, encouraging from the side.

"Brother He, if it really is like this, what shall we do?" Another person glanced uneasily at the resting place of the mountain villagers and asked. When it came to critical moments, these few people only referred to him as 'Brother He' and did not call him by his rank, 'Squad Leader Wu'.

Some memories, extracted.

Indeed, shall we discuss this?

Originally, the dissemination of information was strictly prohibited within the military; however, the sixteen-year-old Wang Shoutian, being unfamiliar with this system, was naturally unable to control the spread of information

What are you afraid of? At worst, we can just part ways. We have more than ten people as well. If we fight now, everyone will be finished. Are we still afraid of them?

In the previous war, it was evident that survival did not equate to victory for them

Ah, the morning dew is still so heavy. A mountain dweller with an injury on one arm, who had been patrolling just moments ago, is clearly fatigued now. He finds a spot to sit down and keeps murmuring to himself.

The young man replayed his memories once again, countless memories flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern

The body feels very weak, and the head aches as if it might split open... In a haze, a spark of inspiration ignites within, as countless memories continuously reorganize, forming a new system of the soul m.hetushu.com.com

"Yes, young official!" He Ge Zhong replied loudly

"Why don't we return to the mountains?" one person suggested, and the more he thought about it, the more feasible he found the idea: "We are not soldiers; we are only here to fight for some grain money. Now even the soldiers themselves are struggling, so why should we go die for them?"

Rumors and sighs, as if they were contagious, arose one after another in the surroundings

"I don't know if I can still make it back alive." A somewhat older mountain dweller beside him sighed, his tone filled with deep despondency

However, the fact that he has now awakened at least signifies an improvement in his condition, and surviving the coup is certainly a matter worthy of celebration.

Listening to the words outside, the young man became contemplative, sitting up. He noticed a long sword placed not far away, took it down casually, and pressed against the mouth of the scabbard, causing the long sword to spring out with a "clang" sound.

These individuals are all around seventeen or eighteen years old, and being villagers, their education in both literature and martial arts is limited by their background, resulting in their current level of proficiency.

The young official? A few people all snorted coldly.

He Zhong listened and couldn't help but shake his head, murmuring: "You all should stop talking. No matter what, he is the leader of this team, and many things can only be done in a legitimate manner..."

Let us discuss this properly. After saying this, several mountain villagers began to connect with their fellow townsmen.

The memory of this body rolling is so familiar, evoking long-lost recollections

"What have you discovered?" Outside the tent on the grass, He Zhong, who was on patrol and worried, noticed that the expression on the bench was somewhat unpleasant. He furrowed his thick brows and asked.

Several people exchanged glances, clearly lacking confidence

They dare! Upon hearing this, a person nearly jumped up.

"Changing the fate of Shenzhou www.hetushucom.com, hey, this host has really posed a challenge for me." The young man murmured, "Especially now, hum hum!"

"Forget it, since I have already obtained your body, I will inherit your will. I am now Wang Shoutian," the young man said. At this point, almost involuntarily, an inexplicable emotion surged from somewhere within him. The body trembled violently, and a tear slid down from his eyes.

In my memory, Wang Shoutian, after the defeat, was carried off the battlefield by He Zhong. Subsequently, he rested in a small valley. Later, Wang Shoutian separated from the mountain villagers and their vassal army, gathering his men among the deputy generals to defend the city, ultimately waiting for the commander-in-chief to personally lead the counterattack.

This grand and righteous spirit is precisely the belief embodied by Wang Shoutian or Wang Hongde... Compared to memory, this is its essence. What exactly does it intend to achieve?

Now that it is impossible to break through with brute force, we can only fulfill our beliefs

Is it He Zhong? Although his consciousness still floats in darkness, and there is a sense of resistance emanating from his very marrow and memories, the young man still manages to speak with difficulty

The body on the bed suddenly jolted, and the young man instinctively touched his neck. The vivid memory of the sharp blade swiftly severing his head was so clear that it filled him with fear and a sharp pain

What is this? The righteous spirit of Haoran? Has it actually sealed all my orifices?

The Han family's realm is shattered, and the divine land is in distress. How can one be unashamed due to a single death? I am indeed ashamed! A voice lingers for a long time, and with this voice, a righteous aura subtly flows, emitting a white light, and the body is also affected.

I just went to the mountain villagers to change their dressings and noticed some unusual movements. I overheard a few words; it seems they want to desert! The bench, with a youthful face, showed a look of doubt: "I think this is very likely!"