The First Hanging

  "My dear wife, let's be husband and wife again in our next life!"

  On a branch of the dragon claw elm, a black cloth strip was tied, and a young scholar with an extremely handsome face, his face pale and tearful, his jade-like hands grasping both ends of the cloth strip, his head stretched in.

  This is going to be hanged rhythm!

  Although he did it resolutely, his body couldn't help but tremble. His shaking hands pulled the rope, swayed the pagoda tree, and several leaves fell down!

  A certain desperate thought in his heart made him suppress all his attachment to life, his eyes painfully closed, and his feet slipped down from the stone he was stepping on.

  That stone used as a footrest had a deep drag mark on the ground, clearly it was moved here by the scholar to hang himself. The stone was placed at the back of the cloth strip, and when he slipped, his body was suspended vertically in mid-air, without any support, the cloth strip deeply embedded in his neck, making him unable to breathe, his face slowly turned purple, his hands and feet twitched involuntarily, as time passed, the scholar's hands and feet drooped down, motionless.

  The sultry summer breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of mud, as if it was escorting the scholar on his final journey!

  Half a day passed, and suddenly something fell from the sky, hitting the sophora tree, breaking the branch that the scholar had hanged himself on, and the scholar's lifeless body also fell to the ground.

  He was as stiff as a wooden stick, maintaining the posture of hanging himself lying on the ground, his tongue stretched out very long, his eyes rolled up, revealing most of the white of his eyeballs, it was really scary!

  That thing that fell from the sky suddenly emitted a strand of green light and drilled into the scholar's corpse!

  After a while, the scholar's eyes moved, and his bewildered gaze scanned the surrounding environment. In sight were lush mountains and forests, with the shadow of an even higher mountain not far away.

  But at this time his whole body was still stiff like a wooden board, his tongue was still sticking out, except for his eyes that could move, all other parts of his body couldn't.

  What's wrong with me? Why can't I move my body? Didn't it just explode earlier, or did I get paralyzed from the blast? It seems like I didn't die in the explosion earlier, but now I'm not far from death either!

  However, he is open-minded and views life and death with great openness. As long as his soul does not perish, he can be reborn again with the memories of his past life!

  After a while, he found that his tongue could move, although only a small part of it could be moved, and he couldn't put it back in his mouth yet. Moreover, because his tongue was exposed outside, he started to drool profusely, but this was a trend from hard to soft, from nothing to something, which caught his attention.

  Could it be that I've crossed over again? Yes, I must have crossed over into someone else's body. This long hair growing on the ground is definitely not mine. And I've crossed over into a dead person's body, a dead person who has been dead for half an hour, which is why rigor mortis set in. After my soul entered the corpse, the corpse came back to life, so the rigor mortis is slowly disappearing.

  It seems that as long as I stay here for a while longer, after the corpse's stiffness disappears, I'll be able to move freely.

  Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing loudly.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, after a while, I could retract my tongue and didn't have to drool anymore. Moreover, my fingers and toes could move again.

  This feeling of waiting for the body to slowly thaw out is a strange sensation!

  Taking advantage of his body still thawing out, he recalled the explosion that had just occurred.

  He is from the 21st century, a health enthusiast in the city. However, his soul comes from a place called Xianjie, an alternate world space. Because his soul is a divine and indestructible spirit, he crossed over to Earth. But the environment on Earth is severely polluted, with spiritual energy scarce to almost none, only smog in the air without any spiritual energy. So despite having a powerful soul, he can't cultivate it. To make up for the loss of spiritual energy from crossing through time and space, he temporarily lives on Earth for a hundred years, letting his soul rest and replenish its energy, allowing it to continue reincarnating in the next cycle.

  Life skills are not to be feared, using the cultivation method to simplify a set of health preservation methods consisting of breathing, sleep, and diet therapy, can make sick people recover their health, even cancer can be cured. In just two years, he gained a reputation and became a health consultant for Zhongnanhai.

  Later, a former leader of Latin America came to him and cured his cancer. From then on, his reputation spread far and wide. Although my brother had never traveled around the world, there were stories about him all over the world!

  His status rose, and the circle of contacts also widened. He heard that there was a section of spiritual tree stump on the snowy peak of Tibet, so he decided to take a look. In the cold wind with flying snowflakes, only one piece of leaf was left on the tree stump, which was blown away by the wind, dispersing the spiritual energy around it. When the wind stopped, it stood up again, and after a while, a wisp of spiritual energy appeared around it. Plants can release oxygen through photosynthesis, but this leaf can release spiritual energy, which is really surprising. With this spiritual energy, his soul can recover and even cultivate.

  Just as he was about to go forward to look at the leaves, a spiritual tree guardian appeared. She was a soft and gentle loli, but she held a long sword in her hand, emitting an icy aura all over her body, not so easy to push down.

  As a middle-aged man, with a sword-like face, bright eyes and thick beard on his lips, he has a typical uncle image. When facing a loli, of course, he must bring out his special skills to coax the loli, which is absolutely matched. However, unfortunately, he didn't succeed in coaxing the loli into agreeing to dual cultivation, but instead provoked a sword aura.

  It rolled around in a sorry state, holding a dagger to the only leaf on the Ling tree, and just as Luo Li was about to agree to dual cultivation, the American plane Kill Thousand Knives broke through China's defense line and dropped a missile on the Ling tree, blowing off the top of Xue Feng.

  He and Loli were a beautiful combination like sand painting, just like being quickly wiped away by the painter's hand. But when it was burned halfway, the Ling tree suddenly flashed a green light into his body, and the next moment, he fell from the sky and entered the bookworm's body.

  I've crossed over, and that loli is probably blown up already!

  He felt a pang in his heart, although they were enemies, but this couldn't stop the uncle's fondness for Lolita. Having a Lolita disappear before his eyes, Uncle was heartbroken!

  After half an hour, his hands thawed and could move, but the joints of his feet were still stiff. He supported himself against a tree and stood up with difficulty, finding that his soles could move, but his knee joints couldn't, nor could he take a step. What a terrible situation.

  He tried to jump forward, and oh, he actually could jump. Was this the rhythm of becoming a zombie?

  I touched the body, it has a temperature and breathing, this is a person, not a zombie, haha, it seems that I have to wait for the corpse to thaw before recovering normally, now I can only pretend to be a zombie for a while.

  Looking around, this is a forest on the top of a mountain, with lush trees, overgrown weeds, damp soil, and the summer breeze brings the fragrance of flowers. Under the pagoda tree, there is a broken branch tied with a black cloth, and not far away, there is a gray-colored mountaineering backpack.

  This familiar backpack, he quickly recognized that this was the mountaineering backpack he had carried on Snow Peak. Underneath the mountaineering backpack were also the remaining fabrics of his burnt mountaineering suit. It seemed that the backpack had followed him through the traversal.

  It's really strange, the mountaineering bag has come over, but his own body hasn't come over, instead his soul has crossed over.

  But seeing the few flying knives exposed in his mountaineering clothes, he smiled.

  This set of armor has actually crossed over, what a small surprise.

  He hastily jumped over like a zombie and arrived, but couldn't crouch down, so he had to lie down, and his hand grabbed the flying knife.

  All thirteen flying knives are here. I'm so thrilled.

  This set of flying knives was obtained through connections in the military in his past life, from the base plate of an armed helicopter that was being experimented on. Three half-meter-long willow-leaf knives, nine ten-centimeter-long regular flying knives, and a sewing needle, each with its own use, were cut out using laser cutting technology. Because he heard that the serial number of the experimental helicopter was "Niu" (meaning cow), he named this set of flying knives "Niu 13", a very cool name!

  He kissed the thirteen calves and then wanted to hide them in his waistband.

  The belt was taken away by the bookworm to hang himself.

  He stretched out his hand to pull down the black cloth strip when he suddenly heard a shout from afar calling out "Gūyé" (brother-in-law).

  Is this coming for me?

  He was stunned for a moment, his soul had crossed over in a state of semi-loss, and being able to protect his memories was already quite satisfying. Now that he had crossed over, his soul was very weak and temporarily needed material living conditions to recover for several decades. A home could provide him with the material support he needed. These people who came looking for him should be the family of this body. Following them back would allow him to enjoy the material comforts of this body's life.

  However, there is a problem now, that is, he has no memory of Shu Sheng in his mind. Ordinary people rely on ** to store memories, so he can still get memories from this body, but it's possible. But as mentioned earlier, his soul is very weak at the moment, and if he digs up Shu Sheng's memories now, he might shock his heart, so he can only wait for a while until his soul recovers before digging again.

  That is to say, there's no way to deal with these family members at present.

  Making him lose his memory is a good idea, but it's risky. If the people here think he's possessed by an evil spirit and burn him to death, that would be terrible.

  Before he could think of a countermeasure, he suddenly heard voices coming from the opposite direction, seemingly heading this way.

  He hastily put the willow leaf knife in his hand into the mountaineering bag without hiding it in his waistband.

  Five people ran out of the woods, with a man who looked like Zhang Fei in the lead, holding a rusty knife in his hand. When he saw the scholar, his eyes emitted a sly gleam and said: "Ha! The handsome talent is indeed here!"

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