The chest was getting stronger and stronger, and the whole body was as painful as lightning strikes, and the fire burned. Ye Chu's mind was unprecedentedly awake at this moment, but he was unable to make any moves. He could only use his will to collapse to resist the erosion of pain again and again.

Outside the window, the deafening thunder and the drizzling sound of rain intertwined. Ye Chu seemed to hear waves of lament and tragic songs, evoking the complicated memories in the deepest part of his mind, which were difficult to hide.

My father rushed to the battlefield with old wounds, and only the blood-stained swords came back; he waved goodbye to his mother with tears, and only the snow-white coffin was welcomed back; his brother was less than fourteen days after he went into battle, and he was only nineteen years old when he was killed.

The brothers, compatriots and elder brothers' robes rushed to the battlefield one by one, but never came back. The honest uncles and nephews disappeared, and the honest brothers disappeared. What was left was only the voice, appearance and smile that could not be erased for a long time!

The Ye family, which has been loyal to the ages, has the ancient marquis and nobles, and finally only has a young man who is not as strong as a young man. This young man was also attacked by masters, and his martial arts foundation was abandoned, and he has gone from a famous genius to a surviving waste.

Even so, he never gave up. He bet on the fragment of the "Blood Moon Di Ming Sutra" that will die when he practiced his life, and tried to give it a try, regain martial arts, and regain his family's might. As a result, although he tried hard to save his life, he was blinded, his whole body was injured, and his life was like a candle in the wind.

Until now, he can only wake up from pain all over his body every day, cough violently, faint and then wake up from pain...

This is the army god of Izumo Kingdom, Ye Chu, who was hereditary Marquis of Wu, who carried the burden of his family and countless anger and hatred. To this day, he is a young man who is hard to see even a ray of sunshine again.

But no one knows that at this moment, the person who recalls these scenes is not the original young Marquis of Wu, but another "Ye Chu".

He came to a star field called "Earth", which was a world dominated by technology. There were high-rise buildings made of steel and concrete. When he went out, he saw a wide and straight asphalt road, and the road was filled with "cars" wrapped in iron...

He is a representative figure of the post-80s generation in the eyes of the world. He grew up in an orphanage since childhood. However, he was not depressed because of this, but instead worked hard. After making his first pot of gold, he started his own business, fought for the business world, and achieved something.

He is used to taking his destiny into his own hands and constantly climbing to the top of his career...

Just as he was about to open up a larger market, this memory came to an abrupt end!

boom--

He couldn't let him think too much, countless memories flipped in his mind like a tide. The alternation of the two souls and the attack of the two memories made Ye Chu feel a splitting headache. The stinging pain made him sweat coldly. This kind of devouring from the souls was like crushing him into flesh paste.

Ye Chu clenched his white hands into fists, and countless blue veins swelled up.

"ah!"

This slightly shrill cry suddenly sounded in the ancestral temple, which scared Nie Tong, the old butler who was originally a little wandering, and fought several cold wars in succession.

"Little, little marquis." He walked to the window carefully, looked at it with the faint candlelight, and saw the weak figure still kneeling in front of countless tablets: "You, are you okay!"

The Ye family’s ancestral temple is not a place where he is a slave. What’s more, there are rows of spiritual seats standing in it. How dare he enter unless it is absolutely necessary?

Ye Chu's shoulders trembled slightly: "No obstacle."

Nie Tong has been used to such a cold answer for several years.

Originally, a steward of a dignified marquis's mansion could be considered a position with status and status. But as the steward of the marquis' mansion, his only responsibility is to look at this little marquis who is comparable to being banned. Not to mention, there is nothing to be honored.

"It's better to die earlier than to live like a wandering soul. I have to stay in this gloomy house like a wandering soul. Haha, there are only the common people outside who are honored for this name! If you are tactful and hand over the secret book of your family, maybe the old slave can give you some fun."

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Ye Chu, who had already kneeled a little stiffly, pulled off his eye mask. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes were still dark. Those eyes were empty and unconscious. His eyes never moved! The two talismans at the corners of his eyes that cured eye diseases seemed to have no effect at all.

"Me, who am I?"

"I am Ye Chu of the 21st century!"

"I am Ye Chu, the Marquis of Jiwu!"

"Why, why are we targeting my Ye family like this!!!"

The incomparable hatred and the confused memories made Ye Chu feel pain.

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"I'm blind, it's really blind!"

Although Ye Chu's thoughts were extremely confused at this moment, he was very clear about his current situation - he had traveled through time. As a new man in the 21st century, he was not unfamiliar with the term "time travel".

The only thing that made him feel sad and angry was the memories and eyes in his mind.

Compared to him in the 21st century, Ye Chu, the memory of the Marquis of Wu, seemed particularly monotonous and gloomy, with only seeing off, elegy, elegy, seeing off, listening to the frontline war reports, and reading a few books; in addition, his foundation was abolished and he was under house arrest in disguise. After that, he never had the chance to take a step out of the Marquis' Mansion. The only thing he had done was to decide to practice the "Blood Moon True Life Sutra", which was full of illness and even paid the price of his eyes; and later, he came to the ancestral temple every day. Facing countless ancestral tablets, he kept praying.

The battle reports and elegies, and the bullying of slaves again and again. In Ye Chu's eyes now, in addition to sadness, more anger!

My father was killed and thousands of arrows pierced his heart. The reason was that he encountered a blizzard and the reinforcements were several days late. Not to mention a small blizzard, even if there were swords in the sky, no other reinforcements were delayed in any marching time. Moreover, during the death battle, there would be no large blizzard that could block the marching! This was clearly the Yulin Army came to the aid to deliberately delay the marching time, causing the father to die!

The death of his elder brother is a big joke. The enemy actually broke through the defense line of the Imperial Guards. The brother fought on both sides and almost wiped out the entire army, which made him die in the battlefield! The Imperial Guards whose defense line was broken was reduced by less than 20%. This is a naked murder!

The Yulin Army and the Imperial Guard are all direct troops who are today's sons.

A hero was framed by a conspiracy, and all the young and old families died in battle. Ye Chu, who came from the future, suddenly became ignorant and angry, and his righteous indignation was pressed into his heart.

"puff!"

The fusion of the two souls, these memories are like a pain that makes him extremely angry. What appears in his mind is the ugliest side of human nature. The iron bones that support the prosperous age of thousands of years have not been shaken in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, but are scarred under the conspiracy of villains until the last drop of blood is shed, turning into a sad song in history, making thousands of miles of land full of grief. It is tolerant, but who is unbearable!

"The great Song army Shen Yue Wumu was killed at Fengbo Pavilion, and the people of the whole world were still refusing to him. A hero from the Ye family died in a conspiracy. Who would have been to argue for this? When the blood of the Marquis of Wu finally returned to heaven, who would still remember the loyalty of the Zhenlie Ye Mansion that swept across Liuhe?"

One is sad and the other is angry. Strong emotions fluctuate in the chest, causing pain all over the body and numbness in the chest to hit again. Ye Chu, with a flushed complexion, could no longer suppress it and coughed violently.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

After a series of severe coughs, Ye Chu's lungs went from severe pain to numbness, and then to severe pain; the muscles of the whole body went from soreness to burning, and then began to twitch, and finally sprayed a mouthful of blood.

All of this scene fell into Nie Tong's eyes standing at the window, but he did not speak out immediately. Instead, he stopped for a long time and saw Ye Chu gradually recovering from his breath. He pretended to be anxious: "Little Marquis, your injury has occurred!?"

At this time, Ye Chu's blood and blood were churning, and his face seemed to be dripping. The hands that were clenched into fists were tightly huddled in his sleeves, pale and blood was missing.

"Well, cough..." Ye Chu tried his best to control his slight cough and rapid breathing, calmed down his weakness behind him and said: "It's okay, it's raining outside, you can go back first!"

"This..." Nie Tong looked surprised: It's so strange today, and the little marquis is still concerned about me.

"I'll better accompany the little marquis outside!"

"what ever!"

Ye Chu in the temple took a deep breath and slowly tied the dark eye mask to himself again.

The souls of the two Ye Chu merged, and the thoughts in his mind became heavier.
Chapter completed!