Deeper and clearer memories begin to echo in my mind.

Bai Hang knelt on the ground with his head in his arms. The black blood from nowhere overflowed on the ground. He found himself tied to a cross and a sharp spear was passed through his chest.

It was his own blood, and the men in iron armor watched at the execution platform, holding round shields and spears, their eyes full of fear and panic.

Someone started throwing the spear at him, and then everyone started throwing the spear at him, and finally a man with a crown rushed over and chopped off his head.

Everything was so clear that it seemed to have happened yesterday.

This is an illusion or a nightmare, Bai Hang knows very well.

He stood up from the ground and found that there were no known time around him, people were kneeling around him, wearing tattered black clothes, with format weapons hanging around his waist and back. Some used long swords and swords, while others used guns, their guns were hidden under the cloak, and they did not know how many bullets could be fired.

These people are Deadpools, their subordinates, or...slaves. Right, slaves, this word is undoubtedly much more appropriate than subordinates.

The subordinates may disobey and have their own feelings, but these people do not. They are loyal. They will rise as long as they say one word, and they will leave as soon as they say one word, like animals, working hard.

"Everyone stand up." Bai Hang said.

As soon as the words came, all the Deadpools stood up, and in the mist, they lit up their breathtaking golden eyes.

Bai Hang wants to try whether they have their own consciousness.

He walked up to a female deadpool and asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Anna."

Unexpectedly, she actually answered. In this way, the term slave may become less suitable for them.

Bai Hang asked again: "How many years did you come from? Which country is from?"

Anna said: "In 1882, the Germans."

Unexpectedly, he even remembered his birth date and nationality, which made Bai Hang more and more interested. He wanted to know how many of these Deadpools could remember.

Bai Hang asked: "Can you remember who you have friends? Or something else is fine, unforgettable memories, or anything else, you should remember how you died. The moment of death is the closest time to the end of your life."

Anna was silent.

Her eyes became dull, and her golden eyes seemed to be dimming. Her lips were squirming, trying to say something, but it seemed to be in her throat.

"Is it a bad memory?" Bai Hang continued to ask.

This may be a cruel thing. The sadder thing is, the clearer it is. Tragedy can be more deeply rooted in people's hearts than comedy. It can leave a knife-like trace on you and cannot be filled.

Anna wanted to speak, maybe she said the time and birthplace of things, these short things were simple for her. But if she wanted to describe something... it seemed a bit too difficult for a person who was born in 1882 and died for many years.

1882...

By the way, he doesn't know what years it is now.

Bai Hang walked out of Nibelungen. He now needs to go to the city of humanity.

...

In 2006, Fuzhou.

The pure-blooded dragon has the ability to distort reality, and Bai Hang created a fake identity for himself—

An 18-year-old unemployed novelist, without parents, lives alone.

The face he transformed seemed to be around 18 years old. Dragons could distort reality, but for some reason he could not change his face.

Bai Hang doesn't like this face. He is a bit too handsome and has a high chance of looking back when walking on the street. This face has a great sense of incongruity with the people he creates. Even if he debuts in an idol drama, it is not an exaggeration.

Bai Hang thought about changing his identity, but the influence of his idol's identity was too wide, so he needed to change too many things. The more reality was distorted, the easier it was to transcend control. The more people knew him, the more things he needed to fabricate and change.

A novelist who lives alone without parents is extremely good, and he doesn't have to change anything, he just needs to rent a house in Fuzhou.

The set identity is a novelist. In order to adapt to this identity, Bai Hang had to start writing books.

He thought that something would be different after his life started again. Now it was 2006, and many things were not popular. He could be a copywriter and memorize some lyrics. He tried not to use the ability of a dragon, and could make a name for himself with ordinary people's abilities.

Imagination is beautiful, but reality always slaps people in the face.

I can’t be a copywriter at all, I just remember a plot of a novel about the plot and couldn’t continue to write it. In addition, I’m a little literary, so those cool articles are not as good as they are written.

The way to write songs is even worse. He doesn't know singers or lyricists at all. It's okay to sing by himself. This transformed body has a nice voice and can also go up the high notes. However, online live broadcasts have not yet emerged in this era. If he wants to make money, he can only publish records. However, first of all, an entertainment company must sign him, or be discovered by a scout.

These things are too troublesome. Bai Hang doesn't want to go out at all, he just wants to stay at home. The 21st century otaku clan cannot even shake the hatred of extermination. It's terrifying to think about it. There is no smartphone in this era. If so, Bai Hang probably won't get out of bed even if the Black King himself knocks on the door himself.

This body does not need to eat, you will not get sick, and you don’t have to worry about suddenly losing your burp one day. Isn’t it good to lie in bed and browse your phone all day? What kind of revenge? What brother should I eat? If Ye Mengjiade knew that the human world was so comfortable, how could he think about how to become Hela, the god of death all day long?

Bai Hang knew that Ye Mengjiat would not be as salty as himself. Bai Hang was essentially a personal person, but Ye Mengjiat was a dragon. There was an essential difference between dragons and humans, and the hatred of extermination could not be overwhelmed by material pleasure.

Nightmare lingers in my mind all day long. Bai Hang feels that he may fall at any time, but his consciousness as a human is always supporting him, but he doesn't know when he will break through the critical point of humans and dragons, just like a mixed-race species with a bloodline concentration at a critical value and doesn't know when he will fall.

...

The days of writing books lasted for half a year, and the results were lukewarm. Those who only had one meal a day could live a frugal life.

Maybe he was bored at home for a long time, Bai Hang planned to go out for a walk.

There is a convenience store not far from the dilapidated house he rented. Although Bai Hang's book writer failed, he could still have some money left after paying the rent every month.

He bought two buckets of instant noodles, a bottle of Happy Water, and a pack of ham sausages in a small supermarket. He subconsciously took out his cell phone and wanted to cut it on WeChat to pay, but he miserably took out a piece of Nokia from his pocket. Bai Hang sighed helplessly, reached out to search in his pocket, and finally handed a wrinkled twenty pieces to the owner and aunt.

At this time, twenty yuan was very resistant to spending, and happy water was only sold for 25 cents. Bai Hang vaguely spent 100 yuan to spend a month at that time when he went to school.

The shop owner asked him for four or five cents. Bai Hang walked out with a bag, and a child running from the side almost ran into him. To be precise, Bai Hang responded quickly and took a step back in time. Otherwise, he would have bumped into the child according to the normal movement trajectory.
Chapter completed!