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Zhang Zhou had transcended!
The process was: a thunderous rainy night, Zhang Zhou, who was drunk, took advantage of the rain to stop and plan to go home through a small park. On the way, the rain came again, so Zhang Zhou hid under a tree by the side of the road to avoid the rain. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and his body twisted in an exaggerated manner...
It was the same rainy night. It was the same under the same tree. The blinding light disappeared, followed by deafening thunder …
However, the scene in front of him was no longer one he was familiar with. There were no longer the flickering lights from the branches, no neat brick paths, no beautiful pruning trees. There were only a few lonely trees, the worrying mud beneath his feet, and a burnt branch …
Zhang Zhou instantly evaporated and regained consciousness. He felt an irrepressible coldness surge up from within his body. He didn't dare to move, allowing the dense rain to strike his face. His mind was filled with an unprecedented clarity, yet also an indescribable wave of abstraction: What's going on? Dead? Illusion? Following that, he felt a wave of suffocation as he fainted.
His head hurt! Zhang Zhou felt someone was pushing him and heard the sound of voices.
”Little Boat, wake up!”
”What's going on? How can he faint from drinking such a little bit of alcohol?!”
”Come on, I didn't hear anything from Grandpa Seven. The little boat must have been struck unconscious by lightning!”
”I don't believe that last year, someone from our village died a terrible death! Look at him, he's fine! ”
”Are you blind!?” Can't you see such a big branch? ”
Zhang Zhou slowly opened his eyes amidst these familiar yet unfamiliar voices. With a single glance, he immediately closed his eyes as his entire body twitched and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. This startled the few people who were arguing, and he did not dare to continue speaking.
And at this moment, Zhang Zhou's mind was engaged in a chaotic and extremely intense battle. He clearly realized that his memories were being swallowed. There were some things that originally didn't belong to him that were vague and profound …
There was a straightforward process of devouring, as well as a calm process of fusion. There were also some conflicting wills that continued fighting until the stronger party emerged victorious! In general, his original memories took the initiative …
He thought back to the details, and a word hammered at his brain like a hammer, buzzing: Across!
It wasn't like he had never experienced it before. If he could transcend over, what could he do? But from the bottom of his heart, he never believed that it was true! Besides, he had parents, a wife and children, a job, and friends. Even if he wasn't considered rich, he still had a car and a house! His sullen personality had also been compared before. No matter which dynasty he crossed over to, he would not be able to be happier than his previous days! For a person who has no technology and no knowledge, living in a state-owned enterprise with a salary is the most leisurely. Now that he had truly transmigrated, the thought of his wife and children's parents made Zhang Zhou's heart burn like fire. He could no longer bear the pain and could only feel a warm current gushing out from his mouth before fainting once again.
Seventh Elder, the leader of the relay stations, had retreated from the border army and stayed at the relay station for sixteen to seventeen years. When Zhang Zhou was eight years old, his father had died from an illness, and when he was about to die, he had entrusted Zhang Zhou to the care of the Seventh Elder. The Seventh Master had no children, so he had left Zhang Zhou by his side, which could be considered to be a father-son relationship. After waiting for Zhang Zhou to turn seventeen, they had made friends, and had gotten a errand in the inn. A postman was the official postman. There were a total of eight or nine people in this Heroes Guild with more than ten horses. The others would be on duty. Seventh Elder and Zhang Zhou would treat the relay station as their home and would be able to eat and live without worry.
He had gotten a small sum of silver tonight, and it was a rainy night. Thinking about it, he didn't have much to do, so he decided to make some food and wine to liven things up. Halfway through his drink, Zhang Zhou, who wasn't very good at drinking, dizzily ran to the entrance of the relay station and was under a tree. Before he could untie his pants, he was struck by a bolt of lightning.
When he was saved by someone, he didn't seem to have any injuries. Seeing him wake up, he couldn't help but shed tears. He was probably scared to death. However, before anyone could celebrate for him, he spat out a mouthful of blood and died again. Seventh Elder, who was well versed in medicine, could not help but cry as he felt his pulse and breathed in and out.
A sturdy young man next to him also tried to test Zhang Zhou's breathing. His nose turned sour and his eyes became moist. He said to Seventh Elder, ”Seventh Elder, Little Boat, he …”
After all, he had experienced too many life and death situations in the border army, so he was still relatively calm.
Other than the little violence Zhang Zhou was excited about, he had a good relationship with other people. He loved to talk and laugh, and he was also diligent in his work.
At this moment, a voice sounded from outside.
”Can This Penniless Priest go in and avoid the rain?”
Seventh Elder wiped off his tears and said to the stout man, ”Ninth Brother, go out and take a look. Tell the other party not to scare the other person when the time comes!”
Lin Jiu nodded, wiped his tears off and walked out. Outside of the inn stood an old Daoist who was drenched in clothes. He held a handful of dust in his hand, and his appearance was rather sloppy and unkempt.
”Daoist Priest, it's fine to avoid the rain, but unfortunately, an accident just happened at the inn and a little brother left. Daoist Priest, please do not feel unlucky!”
The old Daoist's listless eyes suddenly lit up.
”What?” One dead? ”
The change in the old Daoist gave Lin Jiu a fright, and he hurriedly nodded his head. After the old Daoist confirmed the answer, his face lit up and he said, ”Quick, let this old Daoist go in and take a look!”
The old Daoist didn't wait for Lin Jiu to lead the way before a shadow flashed into the room. Lin Jiu was also surprised, but then he immediately became happy. It seemed this old Daoist was an expert! Lin Jiu had also learned a few years of martial arts. Just by the movement technique that the old Daoist had just displayed, he would be left in the dust for the rest of his life! He quickly ran back into the house.
The old Daoist even passed through the most basic of questioning. He directly tore open a messenger beside the bed and bent over to check Zhang Zhou's pulse. Seventh Elder did not understand. He saw Lin Jiu running in and nodded to him. He seemed to understand and quickly stood up to make room for the old Daoist.
In this era, Taoists and monks are often seen as having supernatural powers. Seeing Lin Yemao nod his head, this old Daoist should be an expert!
After the old Daoist checked his body, he took out a box from his chest and opened it. He then took out a few extremely thin needles and placed them on the lamp to roast it. He then held the needles up and closed his eyes, deep in thought.
Lin Jiu was the first to react. He tore off Zhang Zhou's clothes, revealing his chest. The old Daoist pressed on Zhang Zhou's chest, and then quickly jabbed the silver needle held between his fingers into Zhang Zhou's chest.