The heinous crime of time travel

Thirty miles west of Pingyun Town, there is an endless Gobi and desert, but such a place is constantly raining, almost regardless of the season.

The signboard of the Weiyuan Escort was old and dim, and even moss grew, half because of the weather, and the other half because of the lack of people and no one to clean it.

Layers of leaves in late autumn covered the courtyard densely. The bottom ones were rotten and looked muddy and soft, but the top ones were still fresh, with clear veins and extraordinary toughness.

The Escort was very quiet, like an empty city, the towering flagpoles were dripping with water, while the dart flags were wet and stuck to the ground, covered in dust and mud, lost their original colors, and could be called a mess.

A depressive low cough came from the room in the middle, and the rainwater evaporated a thin mist outside the door. There was a stove burning inside, and the temperature was far higher than outside, almost approaching the hot summer.

In such an environment, Mu Yunshen was still wrapped in a thick blanket and nestled in the recliner, his complexion showed a sickly flush, except for his cheeks, other places were too pale, his chest heaved slightly, Like a dying person.

When he first became conscious, the situation was even worse, he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, there was no pain anywhere in his body, and even his mind was dull.In such a dazed state, Mu Yunshen still realized that this place was different from what he had been alive, and the pain was also different.

——Before he was alive, he was thrown into the raging fire and suffered from scorching flesh and bones, but now he suffers from weakness, chills and illness.

"Young Master..." An old servant in black robe sitting beside him whispered in a trembling voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

Apart from the two of them in this scorching room, a doctor with a gray beard just opened the door and walked in. He was probably old and lacked some strength in his hands and feet, and the umbrella was uneven, so the rain stained half of his body, and his robe was also splashed a lot. Less mud.

"Young master, don't be afraid. I have invited the best doctor in the town, and your illness will be cured." The old servant said, hiding his face in his sleeves and wiping away his tears.

This doctor also knows the situation of Weiyuan Escort Bureau's young master, who has been sick all year round and has a serious problem. He is also a depressed master who doesn't speak much. It is a miracle that he can survive until now.

"I'll do my best... I'll do my best."

The doctor hunched over, bearing the earnest gaze of the old servant, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Although Mu Yunshen couldn't move his body, he could hear voices from outside, and the doctor's extra copious tone made him a little unhappy.

During his lifetime, his notoriety spread far and wide, he founded a sect, called himself a "devil", and ruled the world, but unexpectedly, he made a bad move and was murdered to such an extent.Fortunately, God has no eyes and gave Mu Yunshen a chance to be reborn, but his body is too dilapidated, even if he cultivates well, he will not be as brilliant as before.

"Young master..." The old servant also knew that the doctors in this small town were limited, and the young master had been at a loss for many days, and he almost died this morning.

He was afraid that Mu Yunshen would be bullied by lonely souls and wild ghosts after his death, so he bought a stack of paper money on the way back, and cried while crying, "Young master, don't worry, if... if... you can trust me in your dreams, you Qin Shukai Give this life, and your wish will be fulfilled."

Although it was well-intentioned, Mu Yun was extremely annoyed by this rambling whisper.

He frowned, and tried his best to let out intermittent pulses from his parched throat. The doctor only thought that he was only one step away from death, and the hand to feel the pulse was loose. He said, "Although the pulse is weak, But there is no danger of life."

Mu Yunshen let out a cold snort in his heart, when he was young, he suffered numerous injuries and illnesses, his temper was not as cold as it is now, finding people and fighting often endangered his life, and in the end it became a disaster.

It can be seen that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, and there is no karma. Since there is a chance to start again, he will firmly grasp it.

Gritting his teeth and pulling his drowsy body when he thought of the words "firmly hold", Mu Yun gasped deeply in pain.

He felt that he was being moved, and he lay down in a more comfortable position, and then the ice on his forehead was cold, which relieved the heat all over his body.

The doctor dragged the old servant to mutter something, but Mu Yunshen was in a daze and couldn't care less, and fell asleep.

The previous life brought out the old and brought forth the new in his sleep, shame and betrayal tossed different tricks, Mu Yunshen was always alert before, but now he is ignorant of human affairs, his ability to think is restricted by nightmares.Death is just a momentary thing, and all the things before that are what really tripped people's hearts.

When Mu Yunshen first regained consciousness, hatred and anger flooded his mind, and the original memory of this body was also flooded. Only when he calmed down now could he have a chance to understand this unfortunate man.

Throughout his life, the young head of the Weiyuan Escort and Mu Yunshen only shared one name.

The former is gentle and pure, but because of his poor health, he is confined to one courtyard. For more than 20 years, most of the time has been spent on reading.

But compared to Mu Yunshen, at least his parents were with him when he was young, and he had enough food and clothing, so he didn't have to suffer from wind and rain.

Even in a coma, Mu Yunshen was not at ease.He has fought against the sky since he was a child, and he understands that people should close their eyes when they die, but those who strive to survive will end up being filthy and filthy and crushed like dust, but now they give him a sick body and a dilapidated bodyguard for no reason, and they won't let him go Close your eyes, doubts will inevitably arise in your heart.

The voice of the old housekeeper was still rambling on the bed, and Mu Yunshen couldn't hear it clearly, but in this strange environment, he was extremely at ease-this is a novel experience, even when he was in power back then. Had.

"Young master, a few days ago, I secretly took a deal without telling you." The old housekeeper changed the wet towels for the people on the bed. A lot of people left, and now only my old bones and a few brothers who have been with me for many years are left."

"...Don't talk about Yue Feng in the Escort Bureau. After a while, I'm afraid I'll even have to eat food, so I..."

The old butler secretly wiped away his tears, breathed a sigh of relief, and said relaxedly, "Don't worry, this transaction was ordered by Old General Xiao, and there will be no problems. When Lao Qi and the others finish guarding the darts, they pay the bill and come back , I will take you to the capital to ask the best doctor to treat your illness."

Mu Yun frowned slightly in his deep sleep. In his life, he has never encountered anything that went wrong. It can be seen that God really doesn't like him.

The old butler was also out of kindness. The decline of Weiyuan Escort Bureau began three years ago. The old bureau chief valued loyalty and was entrusted by others to escort a batch of goods out of Beijing. He died and the goods were lost.Since then, his reputation has been damaged and he has never recovered.

If it weren't for this incident, the Weiyuan Escort would be quite famous in this border town.It's just that when the world is in turmoil, everyone seeks benefits and avoids disadvantages. It seems to be merciful when they say it, and they never make trouble. However, the long-term indifference and doubts made Weiyuan Escort gradually lose its business and status.

Fortunately, the young master has read poetry and books since he was a child, and has been influenced by them. He is lenient and never resentful towards others.

It was also three years ago, when the accident happened, Pingyun Town was cloudy for half a month, first it rained, and then it snowed.A group of officers and soldiers from Beijing suddenly rushed in, smashed, burned and looted, thinking that the Weiyuan Escort had swallowed up the goods.

The old master was seriously injured and was bedridden. Naturally, the young master came forward and went through the wind and rain for three days. General Xiao had to intervene before he settled down, and the young master suffered a lot. fault.

Mu Yunshen coughed violently in his dream, his mouth was tightly pursed, almost subconsciously covering up the sound of coughing.

The pain in his lungs was like a spreading burn, which woke him up from his lethargic state.The warm basin lit in the room was still making the sound of crackling charcoal fire, but the old housekeeper was gone.

Mu Yunshen tried to move. Although his limbs are still weak now, he is at least much better than a few hours ago. He has slept for a long time and has more energy.

The layout in the room is extremely simple, except for a bed which is the recliner he was sitting on just now, a table and case are placed in an orderly place by the window, and many books are piled up scatteredly, most of which are about anecdotes of the world.

Mu Yunshen was attracted by a slightly yellowed book. The paper quality of the book was poor, and because it was often flipped through, it was slightly wrinkled. There was a bookmark on one of the pages, and cursive script was marked like crazy.

"Three years ago, with Hujiashan as the heart, the Demon Cult spread over half of the territory of the Central Plains. Infighting continued, and its master Mu Yunshen died..."

"three years ago……"

Mu Yun murmured deeply, but his expression didn't change much. He just didn't know that after so many years, he was surprisingly easy to accept death.

"Thank you, Young Master, for lending me this pair of luggage. Don't worry, the Weiyuan Escort Bureau will be revived in your hands."

After thinking about it, Mu Yunshen coughed violently. He had to bend down to support the corner of the table, curling up his body as much as possible to get more air. At this moment, the old housekeeper opened the door and came in. With a collapsed appearance, he hastily helped him to the bedside.

"Thank you..." Mu Yun said deeply.

The words he uttered seldom contained any personal emotion, and they hit the ground coldly, creating alienation in an instant.

The old butler was a little puzzled, the young master in his memory was kind and kind, he smiled three times when he saw people, and he never blushed with others, and he watched the young master grow up from a young age, and the uncle and nephew were very affectionate. I got sick and then went away.

Qin Jian is also a big-hearted person, only when the young master is tired and doesn't want to deal with it, he looks a little cold, and then said, "Young master, you finally woke up, take a rest first, and the escorts should relax beforehand." .”

Although he spoke lightly, his expression was very dignified. Mu Yunshen didn't expose him, but said, "Uncle Qin, don't worry, I will take care of myself."