It's too long.
Wuming let out a light breath and sat up from the ground.
This time he was able to move, but the unforgettable pain in his memory made it difficult for him to recover for a while.
He did not carefully count how many lives he had experienced or how many kinds of animals he had transformed into, but he was very clear that all of them ended in tragic deaths, without exception.
Cough cough.
Wuming couldn't help coughing, and then he realized that something was wrong.
How could he cough? With his physical condition, it would be difficult for him to get sick, let alone injured.
But the next moment he couldn't help coughing several times, and the coughing became more and more severe. With a "wow" sound, a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth and nose.
He is sick.
An unknown disease was attacking his body.
Wuming sighed deeply, without wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, letting the blood flow down his chin to his knees and legs.
The Seven Lives and Seven Deaths Flower is too hard to bear. If he had known this would be the case, he would never have eaten it even if he was beaten to death.
To be honest, he was not sure how many times he could survive life and death. The two times alone had dealt a heavy blow to his mental state. Now his condition was very bad, especially those messy memories and various ways of death, which affected him all the time and cast a shadow on his mind.
He wiped his nose, blood was still flowing out of his nose, then he felt his eyes itchy, he wiped his eyes, his hands were still covered in blood.
It would have been fine if I hadn't wiped it, but after I wiped it, my eyes turned red and I couldn't see anything.
"Is he going to die again?"
Wuming simply lay down, vaguely smelling the scent of grass, and finally his consciousness fell into darkness again.
…
"Husband, get up and have some porridge."
In a daze, Wuming opened his mouth and the warm porridge slid down his throat into his stomach.
He tried hard to open his eyes, only to see Lin Renmei in ancient costume, serving him carefully.
In an instant, he remembered that his name was Zhang Xianping, and in front of him was his wife Lin Fangfang. There had been a severe drought in the south recently, and the people were rebelling against the government, so he and his wife had fled here, but unfortunately, he was in poor health and contracted typhoid fever.
"How much money is left at home?" he asked with a cough.
Lin Fangfang replied, "There are still three cents left. I will find a job tomorrow. Don't worry, my husband."
"That's good." Zhang Xianping felt a lot more relieved while he was dazed.
After drinking the porridge, he soon fell into sleep again...
In the middle of the night, suddenly screams and sounds of fighting were heard from a distance.
"My husband, it's bad. The rebels are coming. Let's leave quickly."
Lin Fangfang helped Zhang Xianping, who was weak and sore, up and stumbled out of the residence.
Unfortunately, they were discovered by several rebel soldiers before they had gone far, and were eventually captured at swordpoint.
Half of the people in the town died, and the other half, like Zhang Xianping and Lin Fangfang, became spoils of the rebels.
Ten days later, the army was short of food.
Lin Xianping witnessed his wife being slaughtered with his own eyes, and was eventually heartbroken and died of vomiting blood.
…
“!!!!”
Wuming suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know why he was so excited.
He looked at his legs and found that his legs were empty from the knees down.