It's cloudy, no rain, and the sky is dark.

The lights in the tiled house are dim and yellow.

The sick boy lying on the bed gently swept his eyes in the room for a week and fell on the oil lamp.

"There is nothing more than this family."

Su Ting sighed and knew in his heart that if it weren't for the dim weather, if it weren't for the fact that he was seriously ill and bedridden, this oil lamp that required gas money wouldn't have been lit.

He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, thinking about everything.

That day, because he was familiar with ancient Chinese, he was invited by his old classmates who were engaged in the archaeology industry to go to the deep mountains to explore the ancient tombs of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Walking inside the tomb passage, he looked up and saw a mottled red painted stone gourd hanging above.

Then the gourd hit, then my eyes went black and my head hurt.

When I woke up again, I was already here.

This is an era that is very similar to ancient China, and the dynasty was Zhou!

Culture, etiquette, customs, words, and even the gods worshipped in temples are many different, but they are also surprisingly similar.

If he had not been familiar with history and was convinced that China did not have such an era, he almost believed that he had returned to the Zhou Dynasty in ancient China because of the ancient tombs of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Even so, he could not help but be full of doubts.

Perhaps, this is the real Zhou Dynasty in history?

But after thousands of years, there have been many differences in the impressions of later generations and various classics and records?

"Whether you travel through time for no reason or have a wealthy background like an emperor or a prince, you should have a good body and I can always make a living by my hands and feet."

Su Ting breathed a long sigh, thinking of his current situation, he felt helpless, "What's the matter with a sick man now lying in bed and sleeping all day?"

The young man who is now reborn by him is also named Su Ting.

Originally, the Su family was barely rich and ran a store. Later, someone designed it, but it was not well managed, and suffered a great loss.

In order to seek justice, Su's father ran around and eventually overworked and died of illness.

Su's mother was sad and sad, and she became thinner and thinner. In just two months, she passed away seriously ill.

Now only Su Ting and his cousin are left to depend on each other.

Because Su Ting has been weak since childhood, he has become weaker after the changes in his family. The so-called dependence on each other has always been his cousin taking care of him, a sick person.

"I think it's been a few years, right?"

My cousin's surname was Fang, and she was originally a relative of his distant family. Due to the accident at the distant home, she was the only one left, traveling a long distance to visit her relatives.

The Su family's parents were kind-hearted and pity a little girl's family and had a relative, so they took her in.

After that, only three or four years later, the Su family fell into decline.

After the death of Su's parents, Su Ting, who had been weak since childhood, was too sad and even weaker. He could only take care of his meals and daily life by his cousin. If you count it carefully... It has happened to be three or four years.

Thinking of this, Su Ting's eyebrows were slightly lowered and seemed to sigh.

"Su Ting, the original body, is also a conscientious."

Originally, Su Ting knew that he would drag her cousin down, so he made up his mind to explain it to her cousin. At that time, the idea was probably because the Su family had raised her for three or four years, and she had also raised herself for three or four years. She should not be burdened without any delay.

But he did not expect that there were unexpected events in the world and that people would suffer misfortunes every day. Before he could express his thoughts, he died in a hurry without waiting for him to express his thoughts.

When I wake up again, my body remains.

And the soul inside has already come from another world.

Memory merges, it seems that soul merges.

The body remains unchanged, and the memory remains, but the primary and secondary consciousness has changed.

Su Ting or Su Ting.

But it's different in the end.

...

"Today's first day, is my cousin going to worship God?"

Su Ting closed his eyes slightly, thinking.

This world also has a mythological system similar to ancient China, and a series of legends are circulated.

There are legendary stories such as heaven, heavenly emperor, underworld, hare, god, immortal, ghost, monster, demon, etc. However, for the people of the mortal world, these stories are the same as those in the previous life, and the real is difficult to determine, and the real is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

My cousin went to this time, which was worshipped by the temple in the town, and the priest god of the Thunder Tribe, the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God.

"Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God Puhua Tianzun?"

Su Ting laughed softly, "A word difference?"

There was also an ancient China that "Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Sounds Perfectly Transformed Heavenly Lord". It is rumored that the original body was Wen Zhong, the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty.

This difference is said to be a Taoist man, a leader of the Taoist sect and a famous god. However, eight hundred years ago, when the Zhou Dynasty established a fixed time, the heavens were enthroned by gods. This man fell among them, so he was named the head of the righteous god in the Shenxiao Lei Mansion.

My cousin went to worship the god this time because she wanted to ask for the protection of Thunder God Heavenly Lord to help him recover as soon as possible.

If it were in the past, Su Ting would have called him feudal superstition, but now he was smashed by a gourd, and even had the same thing as possessing a body and rebirth... Now the four words feudal superstition have been erased in his heart.

"Thor?"

Su Ting exhaled.

The mythological systems of the two worlds are so similar that they seem to make these things that have always been considered fabricated by him seem to be more credible.

After thinking about this for a while, my mind suddenly became blank.

These days I was ill in bed and couldn't help but fall asleep every day... But after sleeping for a long time, I always felt that I couldn't sleep enough, so I became more sleepy.

"In the words of the previous life, this is neurasthenia, right?"

He closed his eyes, his sleepiness came and he fell asleep.

...

"Xiaoting, wake up..."

A gentle voice came into my ears.

Su Ting's eyelids moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw an exquisite face.

His gaze met a pair of black and white eyes.

The woman in front of her has delicate facial features and beautiful appearance, but her skin is slightly pale.

She had black hair like a waterfall, which was casually squipped with a wooden hairpin, revealing her white and smooth neck, making her look simple and clean.

Su Ting knew that using a wooden hairpin to sing her hair was not for the sake of good looks, but for the convenience of working.

This was originally an elegant and quiet woman, but now... it looks even more crisp and capable.

"You drink some water first."

My cousin brought a bowl of water and seemed to want to feed him water.

Su Ting quickly reached out to take it and said, "I'll do it myself."

He took the porcelain bowl and touched his cousin's hand, and was stunned for a moment.

Because those hands are not as gentle and smooth as imagined, and are a little rough.

Su Ting looked down and saw a pair of rough hands with many subtle scars on it.

Some are new injuries, some are old injuries, and some have been healed, but in the end they all left many subtle and complicated traces on these pairs of hands that should have been slender, slender, smooth and flawless.

How could such a beautiful woman have such rough hands?

My cousin also noticed Su Ting's sight, hurriedly put his hand back, quietly carried it behind his back, and angrily said, "What are you thinking about? Drink water quickly..."

Su Ting nodded, feeling pity for his heart, but his expression was as normal as he drank.

After putting down the bowl, he glanced at him and saw two more buckets of water in the corner of the wall. He knew that his cousin had come back to carry water during his sleep.

A lady from a noble family should not touch her heart's heart, but she grinds her originally beautiful and flawless hands into a pair of rough palms covered with calluses.

It was really heartbreaking, Su Ting sighed in his heart.

Just then, another fire broke out from my cousin.

When Su Ting turned his head and looked, his cousin had already come over with another bowl of water and whispered: "Drink this."

Su Ting took a look and found that there were many black things in the water, either floating or sedimenting, and said in surprise: "What is this?"

My cousin said softly: "This is Fu Shui."

Su Ting suddenly closed his mouth. He knew that things like talisman water were just burning talisman paper into the water. That is to say, the black substance in the bowl of water in front of him was actually paper ash, and it turned out that it was mostly red, orange, yellow, green, blue and unknown color of paper. Moreover, there must have been a priest with a bull nose scribble on it with cinnabar or ink.

Thinking of drinking paper ash and water together, Su Tingxin was in conflict, so he closed his mouth and shook his head quickly.

My cousin was not angry, nor was he angry. He looked at him quietly and said softly: "This is a talisman paper I finally asked for. It can drive away evil and cure diseases. Don't be afraid of suffering and dirty things, just take medicine."

Looking at the woman's eyes in front of her, Su Ting felt guilty inexplicably, and her heart softened and wanted to agree.
To be continued...