The joys and sorrows between people are not connected, I just think they are noisy.

If Xiahou An, who was lying in the coffin, could hear what he said, he would definitely say this.

Then add, Lu Xun said.

After a deep coma, when he woke up, he no longer knew where he was. There was endless mist around him and he could not see anything clearly.

After walking straight in the fog for a long time, I still couldn't see the road ahead.

Is this hell?

Xiahou An was quite nervous at first. If it was heaven, there should be many beautiful girls who wrote about heaven and earth.

After walking for a long time, the fear in his heart gradually disappeared. Xiahou An became bolder and even shouted directly: "Hey, are there any ghosts?"

No voice response.

"The ox head and horse face, Hei Bai Wuchang died, and he didn't come out to pick me up!"

Xiahou An complained and felt unhappy: Am I just so unpopular?

"A ghost, I'm going to be reincarnated!"

Having no response for a long time, Xiahou An became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He simply shouted while walking. For the first time he went to the underworld, he had no experience and was also feeling the stones across the river.

Time passes by indefinitely.

The world has changed, and it is like a flash of time.

A deep and quiet voice sounded in the fog: "You are here."

At first glance, I feel very far away, but when I hear it carefully, it seems to be right next to me.

Xiahou An hurriedly looked around, but no one saw him, so he shouted: "Where are you, why can't I see you!"

"Calm your mind and concentrate your mind."

The sound just now sounded in the fog.

Xiahou An followed suit, found a place to sit cross-legged, and then closed his eyes and calmed down.

Since he woke up, he was really upset and irritable all the way and never calmed down.

After about two quarters of an hour of meditation, Mo's state of mind had completely calmed down.

When I opened my eyes again, there was indeed a tall figure in front of me.

This man's hair was scattered, his face was handsome, but his body was not a solid body, but was wrapped in a layer of black mist, and his body was filled with black air.

According to the style of fantasy immortal cultivation, the typical evil deeds are wrong.

Looking at each other, this person's eyes actually had two pupils.

Xiahou An's hair was blown up, and he seemed to see a monster, and he had goose bumps all over his body.

Fortunately, he realized that he was also a ghost, so he was not afraid of dying again, so he suppressed his panic and asked, "Who are you?"

"Don't you remember me?" the man asked.

Xiahou An shook his head and said he had never seen it before.

So the man said, "I am a dead soul, and I can't remember the name clearly. I only remember that I was born in Chu, so just call me Chu Ji."

Chu Ji?

Xiahou An felt suspicious in his heart, it seemed that there was no such figure in history.

But he didn't care about so much, and immediately bowed his fists and said devoutly: "My little brother Xiahou An, I have just arrived in the underworld. Please take care of me."

"Underland, what underworld?" The man surrounded by black fog felt inexplicable.

Xiahou An was also confused: "It's not the underworld, then where are we?"

Chu Ji replied: "In your soul."

"But I'm dead."

"That's why you saw me."

Xiahou An said he didn't understand. It is understandable that he went to hell after he died, but what is the logical relationship between me and seeing you?

Chu Ji then slowly said.

He died many years ago. Before he died, he issued a blood curse: If the Han Dynasty does not perish, my soul will not perish!

Therefore, although the body has died, the soul has survived to this day.

After that, every hundred years, Chu Ji would seize a body and fight against Han. However, every time he took the body, his strength and memory would drop significantly, and he would sleep for a long time.

"That day, I gradually woke up after you touched the jade seal."

No wonder I felt familiar at that time, it turned out that you were reacting...

Xiahou had some enlightenment in peace.

"By the way, you haven't said it yet, how could it be stored in my body?" At this time, Xiahou An's fear of Chu Ji had dissipated most of it, and was replaced by a lot of curiosity.

Chu Ji stared at the boy in front of him, saying word by word: "This body is mine!"

???

Xiahou An was full of question marks.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Chu Ji recalled: "That day, after I woke up, I looked for a new body. When I saw you in a deep forest, I should be the original owner of this body who fought bravely and fearlessly, but he was not strong enough and died at the hands of the traitor..."

"So, I took the body before his soul disappeared, and then avenged him..."

"Wait, you mean, you killed those more than one hundred mothletes?"

Xiahou An still remembers the scene when he came here, and the corpses of moths were everywhere.

At that time, he thought there was a small-scale war here and he died tragically. Unexpectedly, Chu Ji was carrying out a unilateral massacre.

The Yellow Turban bandits with more than 100 swords alone were killed by one person!

Are you sure you are weakening, not strengthening?

Chu Ji nodded.

Xiahou An was shocked. If you don’t weaken, what will you have to be like!

"What happened later?"

Xiahou An immediately followed up.

Chu Ji said: "After killing these moths, I am ready to completely integrate this newly captured body, but you suddenly appear and dominate this body with an extremely arrogant attitude.

I fought with you and lost to you.

After that, I fell asleep.”

He is not very clear about what happened next.

Xiahou An said that he was just a weakling, so he asked a new question: "Now that I am dead, can you take over again?"

Chu Ji shook his head at this. The same body can only be taken over once until the body dies and can only be searched again.

In addition, the prerequisite for taking over the body is that you must wait for the skill to cool down.

That is one hundred years.

Xiahou An probably understood.

In other words, Chu Ji can only rely on his soul now, or choose to sleep again, and wait until the CD of the body-taking skill passes before he can regain his new body.

"Will you save the previous original owner? Does that mean you can save me?" When asked this question, Xiahou An was filled with sadness and hope.

If possible, does that mean that you have an immortal body?

"Of course."

Chu Ji nodded calmly, but he did not forget to tell Xiahou An, as long as he could not move his head.

My head should still be on my neck... Xia Houan then motivated: "Brother Chu, as I said, it is better to place it on me instead of sleeping for a long time, at least I can chat with you."

Chu Ji thought so too.

Otherwise, Xiahou An would not have seen him at all.

"But you have to promise me a condition."

"Brother, tell me."

"Help me destroy the man!"

Speaking of the destruction of the Han Dynasty, Chu Ji was full of black energy and full of resentment.
Chapter completed!