The birds chirping and chirping sounded so nice. What was cool? Is it spring water? Yang Qiuchi felt the consciousness gradually recover and slowly opened his eyes. It was so dazzling sunshine. He quickly closed his eyes.

Am I dead? Where am I? Yang Qiuchi thought hard, and felt his head was about to crack, so he had to lie quietly.

A breeze blew, so comfortable. There was a trickle of water. Yang Qiuchi opened his mouth slightly, and a cool spring immediately poured into his mouth.

After drinking a few sips of Qingquan, Yang Qiuchi felt a little energetic and his head was not so painful. When he opened his eyes, what caught his eyes were the green mountains and lush trees. What a beautiful mountain scenery.

Yang Qiuchi struggled to sit up and looked around. On the left was a cliff more than ten feet high. The mountains were covered with mountains, and a stream was winding through the mountains. He was sitting on the stream under the cliff. The clear stream water made all his clothes and pants soaked. When the mountain wind blew, he got goosebumps.

He didn't know what this was, but the lush trees on the mountains told him that this was definitely not the endless grasslands and the endless snow-capped mountains of Tibet Ali where the huge funnel appeared.

Not far away, the truck was like a shaggy old man, lying pitifully among the rocks not far away, and there was no idea where a wheel had flew.

Yang Qiuchi stood up with difficulty. He felt something was wrong with his body. When he looked down, he was startled. The wet clothes on his body did not look like his own. The style was very strange. He seemed to have seen it somewhere. By the way, the blue cloth short shirt, wide and thick trousers, and a pair of flat cloth shoes that ordinary people often wore in ancient costume TV series. His head was not right. He reached out and touched it and saw how his buzz cut became a bun made of long hair, and two headscarves were floating in the wind.

What's wrong? Why am I wearing ancient clothes? It's strange. Yang Qiuchi muttered to himself for a few words, walked to the side of the car, opened the door, and the cab was in a mess. The digital camera and the driver's Type 77 pistol inserted into the holster were gone. Yang Qiuchi climbed into the cab to search, and found the camera and pistol under the seat.

Yang Qiuchi picked up the pistol and digital camera and placed it on the seat. He felt so tired. He sat down and leaned on the backrest and gasped. Suddenly, he was stunned for a moment because in the rearview mirror in front of the cab, he saw a strange face full of blood! The horror films about encountering ghosts in the car that I had seen in the past appeared in his mind like lightning, and there were ghosts!

He turned around and there was nothing behind him. He looked around and there was nothing. He looked up again, and the stranger with blood on his face was still staring at him coldly!

Yang Qiuchi's head buzzed, and he felt all his hair stand up. Isn't this the same in ghost films? But now it's daytime and the sun shines brightly, will he encounter ghosts? Due to fear, Yang Qiuchi's neck is stiff. Although as a forensic doctor, he has dissected countless corpses and was not afraid of ghosts, but he had just experienced death personally, and now he has encountered such strange things and has become a frightened bird.

I couldn't move, so I could only stare at the stranger in the rearview mirror, and the man stared at him. I just stood still. The muscles on Yang Qiuchi's face twitched involuntarily, and the blood-stained face of the stranger in the rearview mirror also twitched. A thought flashed, could the stranger be himself?

After blinking, the person in the rearview mirror also blinked, opened his mouth and smiled, revealing his white and neat teeth. Similarly, the person in the rearview mirror also showed his white and neat teeth. Yang Qiuchi breathed a long sigh. It was not a ghost in the mirror, but himself.

Is it myself? This idea made Yang Qiuchi, who had just relaxed, suddenly raise his heart again. Is that stranger himself? Why did his face look like this? It was still full of blood, ah~~! Yang Qiuchi grabbed the rearview mirror, looked up and down, and used his sleeves to wipe the blood on his face, revealing his true nature. This completely unfamiliar face, a face that he had never seen before! Who is this?

Why did I become like this? Where did the blood on my face come from? Yang Qiuchi stared at himself in the mirror stupidly, but he didn't react for a long time. Recalling the scene he had experienced when he was sucked into the huge funnel before, he felt that his soul had left his body. So he should be dead, so why did he survive again? I remembered that it seemed like he saw a man lying between a white jade belt and pounced on him, and then he didn't know that the white jade belt was this stream, and the person was surrounded by blood and motionless. It should be a corpse. Maybe he fell down and died from a cliff next to the stream. Didn't it... Thinking of this, a word that often appears in ghost novels - resurrecting the soul with a corpse!

Did I survive again by borrowing this person's body? It is very likely that the man fell to death at the cliff, and he happened to come here through a huge funnel-shaped black hole, and he came here through a huge funnel-shaped black hole. However, such a major thing as resurrecting the soul should be approved by King Yama, but I have never seen any cow head and horse face. Did I forget everything after drinking Mengpo soup? No, I remember everything clearly before, what's going on?

I looked at the ancient clothes on my body. In ancient times? Did I travel through time and space and resurrect myself through the corpse? When I thought of the story of time and space travel that often appears in novels and movies, Yang Qiuchi's head blew up, and was surprised and happy. Am I so lucky to fly to ancient times? Then what dynasty was there? If it was an era of war and chaos, it would be miserable if it was hacked to death for no reason, or an era of famine and starving to death, it would be unlucky. I have to find someone to ask which dynasty I had arrived in.

Whose corpse I borrowed? Look at the dress, it should not be an official. In the TV series, the officials should have official uniforms and black hats, and they don’t look like scholars with fame. In ancient times, scholars all seemed to wear long robes. From the novel "Kong Yiji" by the bearded Lu Xun, the sour scholar Kong Yiji is the only scholar who wears a long robe and drinks while standing. By the way, the scholar in the TV series seems to be wearing a hat, shaking two small wings on both sides. The head of the corpse he resurrected by borrowing a corpse was just a headscarf. After all, he must be a commoner.

It’s okay if you are a farmer, but you can continue to farm after finding the land. If you are a long-term worker or a cattle herder, it would be awful, or a businessman. However, looking at this coarse cloth clothes, you can tell that you cannot be a rich businessman, or you may be a roadside seller, and you can run a grocery store.
Chapter completed!