The cannon fodder who died prematurely wakes up [Quick Transmigration]

Time flies, Baiju is too fast, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The atmosphere of the General's Mansion is no longer as warm and peaceful as it used to be, but rather depressing and heavy.

What Fu Yuting did made everyone realize clearly that he was no longer the person who had always been unsmiling to others except his husband.

Every night, he often appears in Cuiying Tower and Meixiang Pavilion in the imperial city.

The good stories about the great general and his wife that had been circulated in the imperial city were gradually covered by the great general's romantic affairs.

The girl and brother who had been afraid to have fantasies about the general because of some rumors gradually started to think carefully.

The vast majority of people like the change of the general, such as the emperor and some ministers.

Taking advantage of this momentum, two months after the general returned to Beijing, a night banquet was held in the palace, and courtiers could bring their families to attend.

In just two months, the number of times the husband and wife met can be counted on the fingers.

Xylophone, who was dressed in costume, stood aside with his son and waited. After a while, he heard footsteps approaching.

Wen Sheng looked over, and Muqinyi saw the person whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and at the same time, he also saw the red warbler who was holding his arm and stroking his belly with one hand.

As a concubine, Hongying is naturally not qualified to attend the palace banquet.

She knew it, but she just didn't want to let go of any chance to respond to Xylophone One.

After glancing at it, Xylophone quickly looked away, without the slightest change on his face.

On the other hand, Fu Siqin, who was standing next to him, looked cold, watching them talking sarcastically.

At the beginning, Fu Siqin still had expectations and fantasies about his father.Even if he loses his memory, he still believes that his father can retrieve his previous memories.

However, what his father did during this month has already shattered all of Fu Siqin's expectations and fantasies.

As the general's husband, xylophone has participated in many palace banquets, but it has never been as difficult as tonight.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his husband flirting with Princess Anyang, who was sitting across from him, while the emperor, who was sitting above him, seemed to be invisible, talking in a low voice with the concubine beside him.

Xylophone drooped her eyes and twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, with some sarcasm in her eyes.

Thinking about it, it won't be long before the mansion will enter again.

Half a month later, the emperor bestowed a marriage on Princess Anyang to the general as his equal wife, and they got married a month later.

When the news reached the main courtyard, Xyomi Yi was squatting in the courtyard and serving his Molan plant.

Xylophone has been fond of flowers and plants since he was a child. In addition to the walking path, all kinds of flowers are planted in other open spaces in his yard.

However, the people who planted, cultivated and appreciated with him in the first place have long since left it behind and brought him with them.

At the junction of Xinglan Country and Yuehua Country, there are several small villages scattered here and there.

The people in the village are not ordinary people, but desperadoes who have blood on their hands or are hunted down to nowhere.

The bandit village, which is famous by the people of the two countries, is not in an atmosphere of daily fighting or sword-fighting as they imagined.

Probably out of concern that other people have their own life-saving means, but it is safe and sound.

In an abandoned wooden house somewhere in the village, a wounded man curled up on the bed, his undulating chest slowly became silent until the last breath dissipated.

And this lifeless man was none other than the Shadow Guard Hei Yi whom Fu Siqin had been looking for for a long time.

Hei Yi didn't know how long he could escape.

In the past two years, since the few letters he sent fell into the sea, he didn't dare to try again, and turned to secretly stinging.

However, not long ago, when he inquired about the situation of the master and the young master in the imperial city, Hei Yi was anxious and at the same time helpless.

In the end, he could only risk his life to deliver the letter that Hei Liu gave him to the little master.

As expected, he was noticed immediately as soon as he made his appearance.Finally, in order to protect the little master, Hei Yi took another letter and fled outside the Great Wall.

It's a pity that the final ending is like the scene in the abandoned wooden house, Hei Yi died.

I always thought that after death, there is no perception, until Hei Yi woke up from the consciousness of nothingness.

Looking at the pitch-black surroundings, Hei Yi, who has been paralyzed all year round, still maintains his demeanor as a shadow leader, except for some fluctuations in his heart.

until--

"Big Brother!!"

"Master Shadow Head!"

"Brother Hei!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Hei turned his head subconsciously, his face was full of astonishment when he saw the person coming.

"You...you!"

"Brother, why are you dead?"

Those who floated in front of Hei Yi were the five shadow guards of the Hei family who followed Fu Yuting to the battlefield, and Hei Yi who had just arrived, and now the six of them were neatly gathered together.

"What's going on here?" As the head of Fu Yuting's shadow guards, Hei Yi was surprised for a moment before asking.

He didn't expect that after death, he would really become a ghost, and now he was reunited with other brothers.

"Maybe it has something to do with the master." The reticent Hei Er suddenly said.

"Owner?!"

"After we die, we wake up and float around our master." Hei Liu explained, and he floated forward with Hei Yi.

It didn't take long for them in the soul state to move, and Hei Yi was taken to a strange place in the blink of an eye.

It was a broken altar, and the man floating above the altar was their master, Fu Yuting.

At this time, the scarlet and black mist lingered around him, looking weird and extremely dangerous.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Hei Yi's soul floated over uncontrollably, but was blocked when he approached the edge of the altar.

Reluctantly, he floated around the altar, but he still couldn't get close.

"I don't know, the master looked like this when we appeared here." Hei San, who first appeared around the master, said.

Five shadow guards surrounded the shadow head and explained to him the information they had collected.

After listening to it, Hei Yi thought for a moment, and was about to say something, but from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the master floating in the sky suddenly wrapped in black mist.

At the same time, he suddenly felt that his soul body seemed to become more solid.

Hei Yi looked at the other people, and found that this was not his illusion, and the souls of other people seemed to have some substance.

The man suspended above the altar was cocooned in scarlet and black mist.

The mist that had been slowly lingering around him seemed to have become conscious, and quickly shuttled back and forth across his body.

The fog cocoon was getting bigger and bigger, and when the fog was about to fill around Heiyi and the others, the huge fog cocoon suddenly burst into golden light.

The golden light radiated and stabbed black—they subconsciously closed their eyes.

After a long time, when the discomfort gradually disappeared, Hei Yi opened his eyes, and the next second his eyes suddenly met a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Master...Master?" Seeing such a strange master, Hei Yi's tone was a little uncertain.

Fu Yuting, who was struck by lightning just a second ago and lost consciousness with hatred and unwillingness, looked at everything around him with a rare daze in his eyes.

Thinking of the picture he saw before he lost consciousness, and the worries and tensions he had about Fu Lang and his son, Fu Yuting quickly regained his senses.

"What time is it? How long have I been unconscious?"

"Uh...Master, we are trapped in this place after death, and we don't know what time it is." Hei Liu replied cautiously.

"...I'm dead?" Fu Yuting turned his head slowly, his scarlet eyes became more and more menacing.

Hei Liu froze instantly after being stared at by his master, not daring to move.

That's right, he died, and his body was taken over by an unknown soul body.

I'm afraid that the lonely ghost occupying his body is at ease at this time, and his husband and children may have been heartbroken by 'him'.

Thinking of this, Fu Yuting's murderous intent and hostility instantly surged into his heart.

"Master, when this subordinate died, it has been more than a year since you returned to Beijing with your troops." Hei Yi saw that the master was losing control, so he hurriedly spoke.

"How long has it been since I was shot dead?"

"Two years." Hei replied subconsciously.

However, when he realized something, Hei Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in disbelief, "Master, you...you mean that after you were shot by the arrow, you..."

Seeing Yingshou's rare face change, the four shadow guards who died on the battlefield one step earlier than their master looked bewildered, but Hei Liu's expression changed.

"Resurrecting the dead, the person who wakes up is no longer me." Fu Yuting said with a cold expression.

"No wonder..." Hei Liu murmured subconsciously.

"What?" Hearing Hei Liu's words, Fu Yuting looked over.

Before Hei Liu could speak, Hei Yi, who lived the longest at the scene, had the most right to speak, "Not long after the master woke up, Hei Liu noticed something was wrong... Later, Hei Liu's throat was cut, and his subordinates fled under the cover of the military division. gone."

Fu Yuting didn't ask why Hei Liu had his throat cut so easily. The serious injury was one aspect. The most important thing was that, as shadow guards, they were the least defensive against their masters.

Even if they sense something is wrong, they don't have the concept of resurrecting the dead, they don't know that the person who wakes up is no longer their master.

"continue."

"Not long afterward, my subordinates got the news that the military adviser's legs were... broken by that person." Hei Yi looked up at his master, then quickly lowered his head.

"Interrupted?" Fu Yuting paused word by word, the whole soul was filled with a cold breath, "Did the military master notice it?"

"Yes, but the subordinates feel that the military division should not know that the man is no longer the master." Hei paused, and continued: "After the man woke up, he claimed that he had lost a memory."

"No, he does."

After becoming life-and-death friends with Shen Qing, Fu Yuting accidentally slipped his mouth when he won a battle and drank to celebrate.

Later, he got annoyed by being entangled, so he told him some strange stories half-jokingly.

With Shen Qing's mind, even if he couldn't think of this aspect at first, he would definitely think of it after a long time.

The master didn't speak again, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

On the other side, after hearing that the military division's legs had been broken, Hei Liu's mind was in a daze.

Hei Liu couldn't imagine that he would never be able to walk again with such a breezy person.

Hei Liu felt a throbbing pain in his heart when he thought that that person might just sink down and no longer have the high spirits he used to.

Fu Yuting came back to his senses and asked Hei Yi to continue talking about the information he had collected in the past two years.

Hei Wu, who was standing beside Hei Liu, saw something was wrong with him, looked up at his master, and asked in a low voice, "Hei Liu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, it's just a pity for the military adviser." Hei Liu twitched the corner of his mouth and said reluctantly.

The voices of the two were so low that they could be ignored, but Fu Yuting still heard it, and turned his head to glance at Hei Liu, who was full of depression.

Then turn around and continue to listen to Hei Yi's report.

Unlike everything he saw before he died, this time he woke up, and everything was still too late.

He will make those who bully his husband and children pay the price they deserve.