In the ninth year of the Dazheng period of Gantian, wars broke out in China, with treacherous ministers rebelling inside, and the Western Di and Baiyue tribes invaded outside. Most of the soldiers and horses of the forty-six states were out of control and did not obey the court's transfer. The Dagan Dynasty was in danger.

However, the god of heaven was like a joke. At this moment, he threw a chess piece that did not belong to this troubled world into the Heaven and Earth Furnace, and the Shura Killing Field...

The setting sun was like blood and the crows were crying. Wang Fo'er sat under a broken gray wall, staring blankly at the village that had just been slaughtered and blood-washed. His brain was blank. There were waves of hidden pain coming from the back of his back, and his unscrupulous stomach seemed to suddenly awaken his instinct and began to rumbling. The ragged clothes were only worthy of cloth, indicating that the owner's identity should be a beggar.

In fact, Wang Foer is indeed a beggar.

A chaotic army passed by, not only snatching away all the food in the village, but also killing the villagers who refused to hand over the food. The only living, or unlucky or unfortunate, was Wang Foer, who was only six or seven years old.

He was knocked against the wall by a rioter soldier, and he fell so hard that he could not move and fainted. The soldier was quite skilled in martial arts and had at least seven or eight hundred kilograms of strength after a blow. He thought that the child must have no physiology, so he did not take a closer look. Wang Foer then took his life.

"I'm not dead! I should have broken all my bones just now! It just hurts..."

Wang Foer, who was about to struggle, was quite surprised that he was still alive. Suddenly, a natural instinct made him no longer dare to move his finger. A burst of rapid steps came, and a mighty soldier returned to the village again.

The chaotic army had just been defeated on the battlefield, so the soldier was covered with blood stains and his clothes and armor were also damaged. However, when the life and death were met, the fierce aura was tempered, but it did not decay at all. After breaking into the village, the soldier shouted and cursed.

"Grandma's bear, I was just snatching food and actually threw the saber into this broken village. If I encounter the troops of King Daliang, what will I do to fight to the death?"

While talking to himself, the soldier hurriedly entered and exited several village houses. After a moment, he laughed loudly: "It turns out that I have put this broken knife in this house. It must have been thrown on the kang when I was having fun on the little girl's skin just now!"

At this time, Wang Foer had a faint sweat stain on his face, and the pain on his back was almost unbearable, but he knew that as long as he made a little noise, he would be killed by the vicious soldier and sent a young ghost to Wuchang of the Underworld. How could he dare to make a sound?

Just now, the senses stimulated by blood recovered their thinking ability after a moment of delay. The memory fragments coming from the brain made Wang Foer even more shocking than seeing countless dead blood.

In that world in my memory, he was a fourth-grade student in the sculpture department of a fine arts academy in the north. He picked up girls every day and lived a decadent and lazy life. He helped people draw novels, magazine covers, and designed some web artist work, which was only enough for him to pay the tuition fee. However, the unfortunate thing was that he had a dispute with others on his way to the wild sketching process. He was beaten to death by a few guys in uniform, and then threw them at a construction site and abandoned the body.

When he "wakes up" again, he has become a six-year-old naughty boy. He has come to this chaotic world that is completely different from the 21st century. When he opens his eyes, he sees a shrill world with corpses.

During the three days of wandering around without a goal, the memories from that world became clearer and clearer. Instead, the body seemed to be empty shells, without any information about this world.

"God's! There are wars everywhere, and there is no day when the body cannot be seen. I finally found a village with people. In less than half a day... I was killed by the rioters again. Even if I don't give me a good family, I will at least have to create a peaceful and prosperous era!"

Wang Foer was all in his mind on the soldier of the chaos, and he was just praying that the heavens could bless him and not discover this extremely cruel soldier.

The soldier of the chaotic army carried a saber and was in a hurry, as if he was about to catch up with the team, but he didn't pay attention to Wang Foer, a child who pretended to be dead. Wang Foer secretly passed through the gap of his squinting eyelids, and saw that the soldier was about to walk out of the village entrance, he felt relieved.

Just as I was glad that I had saved my life, the situation suddenly changed. A loud shout suddenly came from a house that collapsed half of the village entrance. A huge hammer penetrated the wall and smashed it hard at the chaos soldier.

"You are a beast like this, you will have more than death!"

The one who held the hammer tightly was the blacksmith in the village. Wang Foer had just wandered into the village and didn't recognize him. He only saw that his muscles were entangled and his anger was extremely angry. The hammer was filled with wind and whirred, obviously full of murderous intent, and he would never show any mercy when he started.

The soldier is worthy of being a veteran in the killing field. Although he was suddenly attacked, he still had time to thrust a sword to block the hammer. Although the blacksmith was amazing and the hammer was very heavy, he obviously did not know martial arts and was all based on a brute force. Although the soldier of the chaos retreated several steps and bleeding from the right hand holding the knife, he still stood steadily.

Seeing the blacksmith's angry face, the soldier snorted coldly, drew his sword out of the sheath, and cut off the cold light like a craftsman. With a crack, the hammer head in the blacksmith's hand had been cut off.

"I'm such a fool who doesn't know how to live or die. I didn't notice that you were hiding and living a life of silence. I'll make you happy!"

Seeing the second sword fall, the blacksmith will be unlucky. Wang Foer only felt that his heart was twitching and he couldn't stand it. He hurriedly closed his eyes tightly. Not to mention that he is just a six-year-old child now. Even if he has adult strength in his memory, he will not be the opponent of this rioter soldier who is proficient in martial arts. How can he save people?

Puff! Blood splattered three feet.

The blacksmith, whose abdomen was almost cut off by a knife, laughed loudly. "Thief! I must pay the price!" He didn't know when there was an extra bronze bracelet on his hand, which would have been stained with his blood and dark red all over.

Wang Fo'er's eyes closed, but his ears lashed. What he heard was not the scream of the blacksmith being killed, but the soldier in a panic shouting in extreme horror: "Bronze rings of corpse fucking! You actually have a copper ring of corpse fucking!"
Chapter completed!