Did I dig a hole in the mass graves wrong? [Transmigration Book]

This is a dark and damp mass grave, with the occasional whining wind, and the muddy ground is covered with incomplete bricks. It may have been a gorgeous path many years ago, but at this moment it is just for this dilapidated world. Added a little grimness.There are many broken tombstones and large or small grave bags, and the decayed atmosphere is disgusting.

The sky was dark and dark, and the ground was dull.

Only a young man in a middle coat staggered, stepping on bricks, stepping on the bricks, stepping over graves of various sizes.

He was trying to avoid the skeletons struggling out of the graves.

Although the young man looked pale, his long and lazy eyes still carried a bewitching color, as if they had already been engraved imprints, and the hasty fragility was even more beautiful and delicate, giving people an ambition to destroy and knead for a lifetime.The more beautiful and clear something is, the more it can stop the longing in the throat at the moment of damage.

He is good looking.

Pretty as if shimmering in the gloom.

But Yan Ruyu didn't know what he looked like now, he was struggling, trying to get to the middle of the cemetery.

That tomb is the largest, but there is also a stele without words.

He whimpered and crossed the tombs that tried to scratch his ankle, and the stabbing pain in his ankle made him fall down in front of the wordless monument.

Yan Ruyu covered her head in pain, it was too late to dodge just now, and her foot was scratched again.But he has already reached the wordless tablet, as long as he leans against the wordless tablet, those undead who are about to move will not dare to approach.

is a dream.

But the pain is very real.

Yan Ruyu started to have this dream frequently three days ago.

After falling into a dream, he will appear in this mass grave, and if he stays for a long time, the undead hidden in the burial place will crawl out, and then the whole mass grave will be filled with the rotten smell, There were even several tragic scenes like zombies chasing people.

It took Yan Ruyu a lot of effort to realize that those things would not dare to get close to the wordless stele.

Injured here, after going out, there are scars in the same position.

Yan Ruyu couldn't imagine that if he died here...

That's it.

He clutched his bleeding forehead and slid down against the wordless stele.

This body is really too delicate, so weak that it is easy to fall even after running a few times, which makes Yan Ruyu miss his strong body before, damn it!

He didn't notice that the blood-stained stele without writing began to light up slightly.

...

Yan Ruyu was actually alive again.

Or live in a world of cultivating immortals again.

It sounds very beautiful, but Yan Ruyu's body is a good-for-nothing boy.

He can't lift his hands to his shoulders and can't resist, and he tends to stagger and fall when he goes out. This is a physique that can cause injuries to everyone in the family. He, who was once a basketball fanatic boy, is in great pain.

His father, Yan Hui, is very serious, and he is also a well-known venerable of the Muhua Tianzong lineage, so he rarely sees each other.His mother was cold and arrogant, and her cultivation base was advanced. Knowing that he did not have the spiritual root of cultivation, she stopped looking at him.There are outstanding elder brothers and sisters in the family, and both of them have worshiped under the Muhua Tianzong's sect, and they are both talented geniuses.There is also a young brother at the bottom, who is young, but he also detected the water and wood dual spiritual roots early.

In the whole family, Yan Ruyu is the only trash who can't cultivate.

Apart from that face, there seemed to be no other use.

Yan Ruyu is extremely beautiful.

That face, it is not an exaggeration to call it a fairy, even her elder sister Yan Ji, who has an outstanding temperament, is slightly inferior in front of this useless younger brother.

It was astonishing, even though he was dismissed as a waste, he had to admit the beauty.

But no matter what, the Yan family treated him well, with rich clothes and fine food, surrounded by servants, but he was never without him.

Apart from this face and delicate body, Yan Ruyu is quite satisfied with this stolen new student.

If you can't practice, you can't practice. You can live a rich life and spend these long years safely, which is also a way of living.

Yan Ruyu is not greedy.

Today, he was just planning to take a nap, but he came here again when he woke up.

Yan Ruyu had a headache, this was the third time this nightmare had happened.

Do you want to talk to your father in this life?

As he thought about it, he tried to tear off his sleeve to cover the blood on his forehead.

Tear... I can't tear it.

"This broken body..." Yan Ruyu was speechless.

It's even more boudoir than Miss Boudoir!

When he was wrestling with his sleeves, he vaguely felt that the mass grave was getting brighter.

Huh?

Yan Ruyu was slightly taken aback.

The three or two times he came were terribly gloomy.

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned around abruptly.

But seeing the tall, wordless stele he was leaning on shimmered, as if it was condensed with brilliance, making this cramped space look bright.Yan Ruyu stood up, carefully looked at the wordless stele, which he regarded as a shelter, and could barely make out the changing fonts on it.

Gong...sun...Gongsun Chen?

The tomb of Gongsun Chen!

On the tombstone are the five big characters of flying and dancing.

Yan Ruyu's slender legs just stiffened, and she felt that her legs were soft from running just now, so she sat down again.

tattered body.

But...Gongsun Chen?

Why does he feel a little familiar?

It is really difficult to ask a person who has been fostered and abandoned for 15 years to start using his brain.

"Gongsun Chen...Gongsun Chen...there is a family of Gongsun in Beixuan Continent, but is there anyone named Gongsun Chen among the famous geniuses?" Yan Ruyu recalled vigorously.

No, this name is not here, not heard in the past ten years.

It should be farther away, in his previous life... But how could he still remember the events of his previous life?

It's not like the protagonist of a novel can be remembered casually!

Wait……

Yan Ruyu's small face wrinkled.

Gongsun Chen, cultivating immortals, novels... these words get worse and worse when they are put together.

Yan Ruyu began to recall some incomplete memories.

In his previous life, he was a sports-loving college student. Apart from worrying about professional courses, he usually wandered around the basketball court and read novels under the covers. Before time travel, he vaguely remembered that the last novel he read was the most popular "Black Remnant" back then. main character.

The protagonist's name... seems to be Gongsun Chen!

Once you start remembering something, more memories come pouring out.

What does that novel seem to be called... "The Wind and Clouds"?

With such a well-mannered name, yet he was born to create a star-killing protagonist.

This is a very clichéd story of a genius recovering after suffering setbacks, but the only difference is that, perhaps due to the impact of the wave of the year, the protagonist completely blackened after recovering, and only the villain boss would do it. things.At that time, readers who followed the serialization all shouted that they couldn't take it anymore. For the first time, they hoped that the villain would completely punish the blackened protagonist!

Being able to get this far is enough to show how brutal and terrifying Gongsun Chen is.

Yan Ruyu's expression became strange.

So after 15 years, he finally found out that he was wearing a book?

Or did you wear it to the time when Gongsun Chen died?

Holding such dazed thoughts, he closed his thin coat and fell asleep uncomfortably in front of the tombstone.

When he was half asleep and half awake in his dream... Is this description a bit wrong... After that, when he suddenly sat up from the bed, it was already sunset and dusk.

The servant girl who served him was not surprised by his injury, but only complained a few words, and went on to heal him.

After her forehead became smooth again and the injury on her feet returned to normal, Yan Ruyu wandered over to the Library Pavilion in Xianfu on the pretext that she wanted to read a book.Yan Ruyu immersed herself in the book collection pavilion of Xianmen, and finally found some records in the middle of the night.

There are several continents in the world. Dongyou Continent is a place where immortal cultivators and mortals live together, mainly based on several immortal sects such as Muhua Tianzong and Xuanming Pavilion; The Immortal Cultivation Family headed by the Eight Great Families, including the Tianjiao Family, controlled both good and evil; and the South China Continent, which was dominated by magic cultivators.

As the Gongsun family is a well-known family cultivating immortals in Beixuan Continent, the library of Muhua Tianzong naturally stored a lot of relevant materials.

At least in recent years, the famous geniuses of the Gongsun family are among them.

Yan Ruyu watched for a long time, but she couldn't find anyone named Gongsun Chen.

Could it be that he guessed wrong?

His face collapsed.

Just as he was about to close the file, he caught a glimpse of a name out of the corner of his eye, making his movements pause.

Yan Ruyu stared at Gongsun Mingyue above.

He read along, flipped to the next page, and saw Gongsun Hu as expected.

These two names are very inconspicuous, and they are not at the top of the Gongsun family's ranking, but Yan Ruyu's memory of being brilliant and sometimes not brilliant at that time played a little role at this moment.

These two names are Gongsun Chen's parents.

That's right, Gongsun Chen is the product of intimacy, relatives, and rape, and it is also one of the roots of disaster buried in his later life.

In this world, it is considered filthy and ominous to have such a bloodline.

And now these two people who are supposed to be Gongsun Chen's parents... are just fledglings, that is to say, this is still the novel, but it's just before the protagonist of the novel appears.

He traveled to decades before the opening timeline of "Rising Wind and Clouds"!

Now it is only 38 years of Tianle!

What a fuck.

Wait, shouldn't this be?

What is the meaning of his dream?

That is clearly the tombstone of Gongsun Chen... The timeline doesn't match up!

Yan Ruyu couldn't help yawning while thinking painfully.

Be anxious, but sleepy.

Time to sleep.

He doesn't have a spiritual root, he's just a mortal body, he didn't even eat in the Library Pavilion, and stayed up until midnight, so he was naturally sleepy.

The Yan family's status in the Immortal Sect is noble, and even he, a waste without spiritual roots, was able to live in the outer gate under the protection of the outer gate. He also borrowed the Yan family's fairy card to go to and from the outer gate and the library.

It's just that just after leaving the Library Pavilion, the moonlit night scene of Xianmen is too magnificent, which immediately wiped away his drowsiness.

Yan Ruyu felt the desire to walk away.

Stepping on the lock bridge, the invisible little flower fairies landed on Yan Ruyu's shoulders, hair on the temples, and sleeves, shivering and shattering, too bright to look directly at.He looked up at the sky, and the stars were floating in his eyes, shining brightly.

What a magical, such a magnificent scene, is this really just a world of novels?

Lingzhi swallowed the aura of heaven and earth, and conceived countless mist, making the road ahead seem more and more blurred.

Chuochuo's figure is like a fairy from outside the sky.

"Who is that?"

On the tower, someone asked.

"That famous beauty from the Yan family is the only one who can carry a celestial card with him."

"Ha, the flower essence is sticking to him, so there really is no spiritual root?"

"It's just trash..."

"You'll know when you see his face..."

"No matter how good-looking you are, mortals are perishable."

Before the playful and joking words were exhausted, someone stopped first, following that person's line of sight, everyone present held their breath for a moment.

Under the star curtain, the thin figure looking up at the moon raised his head, as if riding the wind, his wide sleeves fluttered and fluttered, startling several small flower spirits, and scattered countless halos.

The person who joked that mortals are useless just now stopped.

Wrong... No matter how time flies, you can never take your eyes off the extremely beautiful things.