night.

The bright moonlight shines on the ground.

This is a mass grave, and there is nothing unusual about mass graves like this during the war years.

No one would even pass by during the day, let alone at night.

There was silence.

Suddenly, a small dirt bag made a movement, and a pale arm stretched out from the soil.

He crawled out of the dirt.

Brushing the dirt off his body with his hands, he could vaguely see that he was a handsome young man, but his face was a little pale.

His movements were stiff, as if he hadn't moved for a long time.

As the body shook, the bones made a tooth-piercing sound.

He casually picked up a half-burned newspaper in front of the tomb next to him.

It says: The ninth year of the Republic of China.

"Did the Ming Dynasty also perish? How long did I sleep this time?"

The young man had forgotten how long he had lived.

He remembered that he was born in a tribe where people used animal skins to keep out the cold and the tools they used were stones.

Slowly, he discovered that his body was different from other tribesmen.

He will not grow old or even die.

He is like an alien.

As time went by, he became acutely aware of the rejection of him by his tribe and regarded him as a monster.

Unable to bear the differential treatment, he left the tribe and walked alone on the earth. He occasionally shed tears. Later he learned that this emotion was called loneliness.

For this reason, he took the initiative to make many friends.

He served as the pioneer general of the Yellow Emperor and fought against Jiuli for the Yanhuang tribe.

I also witnessed King Wen's deduction of Zhouyi.

He also helped the First Emperor unify the world.

He also traveled to various famous mountains and rivers with Shixian.

He watched with his own eyes one friend after another grow old and die.

And he is immortal.

So he stopped making friends and got used to being alone.

He had tried to commit suicide, but no matter whether he jumped off a cliff, took poison or fed wild animals, he suffered injuries that would be fatal to ordinary people and could not be recovered.

He will pass out, and when he opens his eyes again, he will appear in the safe position he was at the previous moment, with his body unharmed.

Like an incomprehensible, unimaginable wonder.

His name is Lu Yan, and he is an eternal person.

For Lu Yan, eternal life is more like a curse.

Immortality made him very tired, not physically but psychologically.

During these thousands of years, he had no family or friends, wandering the world like a lonely ghost.

Slowly he learned to sleep deeply and found a piece of land to bury himself.

In a dark environment, time becomes less important.

After waking up, he traveled around this era for several days, witnessing the dire straits of the lower class and the intoxication of the upper class.

It is another scene of the end of the dynasty where classes are solidified and insensitive.

He had seen this scene many times, and it was a bit boring.

He didn't like this era and buried himself again.

I hope the next era will be more interesting.

…

In a park in the city.

Lu Yan climbed out of the soil.

He was making meaningless shouts and babbling. He had not spoken for so long that he almost lost his ability to speak.

After a slight adjustment, he walked towards the dimly lit direction.

It will be late at night.

Passing by a closed clothing store on the roadside, the clothes in the window were clean and tidy.

Lu Yan looked down and saw that the Chinese tunic suit he was wearing was a little worn.

Frown slightly.

He punched out and smashed the window.

Ignore the wounds cut by broken glass and the beeping sound of the automatic alarm.

I randomly picked a black top and jeans and put them on.

By this time the wound on the hand had healed.

Although he still looks young, he has been alive for a long time and is very kind. He will not feel irritated because the alarm keeps ringing.

He covered the alarm with a piece of clothing, took a backpack from the store, packed the changed clothes, and walked out naturally.

He had no direction, he just walked around casually and took a look at the world of this era.

"Hey, buddy, do you know where there is an Internet cafe?"

Suddenly, a very annoying sound sounded in Lu Yan's ears.

Looking back, two gangsters with dyed yellow hair and tattoos on one arm walked up to Lu Chen, and one of them put his hand on his shoulder arrogantly.

Do people nowadays speak northern Mandarin? Lu Yan thought to himself, he can speak this language.

Lu Yan put down his bag calmly and asked kindly: "What is an Internet cafe? What era is this?"

"Damn! Brother, are you pretending to be stupid? You don't know where there is an Internet cafe where you can lend a few hundred yuan to your brother to pay for the Internet?"

One of them, Huang Mao, took out a spring knife from his pocket and waved it in front of Lu Yan.

"I have no money." Lu Yan answered honestly.

"Oh shit!"

Huang Mao was very angry. Even though he was dressed so well, he wouldn't even give him a few hundred yuan. He wanted money at the risk of his life, right?

He immediately stabbed Lu Yan in the stomach with a threatening knife.

But Lu Yan didn't dodge, and looked calmly at the knife in his stomach, soaking with blood.

The two yellow men were a little dumbfounded. They just came out to grab money. How could they have imagined that they would meet such a weirdo.

Lu Yan grabbed a yellow-haired hand and broke off a finger with a snap.

The tone was still very kind: "What era are we in now?"

"Ah~ No, brother, I was wrong. Brother, please spare my life."

Click!

Lu Yan broke off one of his fingers again, his tone unchanged: "What era is it now?"

"2010, 2010, big brother!"

…

Huang Mao's house.

The two yellow-haired men covered their fingers, kneeling on the ground with bruises and swollen faces, shivering.

Lu Yan was sitting on their sofa, holding a can of ice-cold Coke that had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and was drinking it one sip after another.

"Brother...brother, we were wrong. We shouldn't have come out to steal money. Please spare us."

Lu Yan ignored it.

At this time, he was listening with great interest to the mechanical sounds coming from his mind.

"Ding."

"It has been detected that the host's psychological quality has reached the standard and has been bound to the reincarnation system."

"The first reincarnation trial will start in thirty seconds."

"Please host stay where you are and don't move around. Otherwise, you will be wiped out."

After sleeping for a hundred years, such interesting things have appeared in this world.

Obliterate?

It’s really something you can’t ask for.

Thinking of this, Lu Yan stood up and left the sofa.

Went to the kitchen table and sat down.

At this time, the mechanical sound in Lu Yan's mind was ringing crazily.

"Teleportation will start in five seconds!"

"Warning! Warning!"

"It has been detected that the host has deviated from the original place. The host please return to the original place immediately, otherwise it will be wiped out."

"About to be obliterated!"

Lu Yan's expression was calm, and he waited quietly for five seconds to pass, and even took a sip of iced Coke.

"The erasure begins!"

Half a minute passed.

The mechanical sound in my mind made a series of unexplained noises.

"Unknown cause detected, erasure failed."

"Under emergency treatment."

"Activate backup plan."

"The highest difficulty trial will be selected. Please return the host to the original place and start the teleportation!"

Lu Yan sighed and shook his head slightly.
Chapter completed!