When Jiang Hao was conscious again, he was awakened by a strange smell.

Even though his mind had not yet been completely awake, he still had his teeth tightly locked and was unwilling to drink the strange thing, while opening his eyes with difficulty.

"It's really hard to serve. I didn't wake up even though I was so troubled before. I had to feed something, but I woke up because I didn't want to eat it!

When you wake up, eat this soon. It’s like this. There is nothing else to eat except this.

Eat or starve to death!”

Li Ju saw Jiang Hao gritting his teeth and not willing to drink freshly cooked grass root soup, and struggled to wake up. He was in a very upset and threw the bowl on the small table next to him.

Several people found the grassroots in this bowl of grassroots soup in the morning, but they were not willing to drink it for him, and they were even despised like this.

It would be strange if you feel comfortable in your heart.

Jiang Hao opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. After just two seconds, his attention was pulled over by the hunger that was burning in his stomach.

I touched my stomach and looked at the middle-aged man next to me who was tall but pale but thin and almost had no personal appearance.

He asked confusedly, "Where is this? Who are you?"

Li **ben ignored it, but after two days of hunger, he didn't hit his head and pretended to be amnesia.

I have something to do outside, so I don’t have time to slap here.

He snorted coldly and turned around and went out.

Jiang Hao also reacted immediately, knowing that he should have traveled through time successfully, so he quickly shouted at the system in his mind.

"System! System!

Why don’t I have the original memory of this body? I don’t have any memory. Could it be that I want me to pretend to be amnesia?”

"Don't treat novels as reality, okay, you are just an ordinary mortal. I will instill more than ten years of memory into you, and you will be mentally ill!

Wait a minute, I will sort out his memories of the past ten years for you, organize an outline summary and instill in you!"

Chai Ke (name of the Shiba Inu system), who was entrenched on Jiang Hao's closed sea of ​​consciousness, sorted out the memory of the Holy Son, and then transferred some of the possible useful information to Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao also immediately received the message and successfully learned about the original condition of his body.

The name of this sage son is also Jiang Hao.

However, he was an orphan and was adopted by people from the White Lotus Sect since he was a child. Later, because he had a good understanding of the teachings of the White Lotus Sect and had a good appearance, he was selected as the Holy Son.

The reason why it is so hasty is mainly because the White Lotus Sect's leadership is the Virgin and Saint Maiden of the White Lotus Sect.

As for the Holy Son, I heard that his status was quite high before, but his status has dropped significantly in the past one or two hundred years, and he is almost a mascot.

As a mascot, it doesn’t need to be so particular.

Just look at it, have some understanding of the teachings, and have affinity.

And there is more than one Holy Son.

The White Lotus Sect has a holy son in different regions. It is the highest leader of that region on the surface, but in fact it is just a high-level mascot of that region.

Only when the White Lotus Sect holds some sacrificial rituals are there, these holy sons are needed to come forward. Usually, they only need to pray to the statue of the mother without birth.

This saint Jiang Hao is the saint son of Shanxi. This time he came to Qiongling to preside over the Wusheng Sacrifice Ceremony.

But before I could preside over the presidency, I fell ill due to the poor sacrifices and the poor food here.

Then, he starved to death.

Jiang Hao took over his body.

"The Holy Son of the White Lotus Sect!

System, is this identity the one you know I want to pretend to be a fool, so I will choose for me!”

Jiang Hao smiled happily.

Compared to ordinary people, it is obvious that the identity of the Saint Son of the White Lotus Sect is more suitable for pretending to be a god or a ghost.

"You've thought too much, but you just happened to find such a suitable body that is more suitable for your soul!

Okay, I'll explain this. I won't appear again until the end of the mission. Don't call me, it's useless to call me!

goodbye!"

Chai Ke explained for a moment, and the voice disappeared, and no matter how Jiang Hao called, he would no longer react.

Jiang Hao was quite adaptable, but when he saw that he really couldn't shout, he stopped calling. Instead, he took a hand-torn bread from the system space and put it on to take it.

Fortunately, the system is quite conscientious. Before leaving, he moved all the things in Jiang Hao's house into the system space, so he doesn't have to worry about starving to death in a short period of time.

With his family’s food inventory, it’s okay to save some food by yourself.

After eating a hand-torn bread, taking out a bottle of mineral water, drinking some water to moisten your throat, Jiang Hao then got up and got out of bed, planning to go out to see what is going on.

As for the grassroots soup placed beside the bed, Jiang Hao didn't even want to see it. The bowl of soup not only smelled bad, but also looked very turbid. It was probably mixed with a lot of mud and sand.

Not to mention that he has something to eat, even if he doesn’t have anything to eat, it will be difficult to accept drinking this grassroots soup in a short period of time.

Jiang Hao, who had just gotten out of bed, put on his shoes, put on the clothes beside the bed, walked two steps and pushed open the shaking wooden door, and carefully went out.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, the scenery he saw made him stunned.

In front of me, there was no ancient green green that I thought, only the endless yellow and gray color.

The mountain on the left can't see a little green at first glance, only some withered and yellow trees, which can barely add some scenery to the mountain.

The same is true for the flat ground on the right and the hills in front, and there is no trace of green.

Wherever you can see, there were about a dozen people digging something. Even if they were far away, Jiang Hao could see that the dozen people were very thin.

She is a little thin and doesn't look like a human.

Jiang Hao saw such a person when he was broadcasting the hungry Africans on TV, and he was so thin.

It's almost skinny and bone-bone, and it looks like it's not much different from a mummy. At most, it can only be considered a moving mummy.

Jiang Hao couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and began to worry about the environment he was in.

As far as he knows, in the late Ming Dynasty, natural disasters and man-made disasters were rampant. Every time you turn two pages of historical books, you can see the three words "people eat each other".

Although there are few words, they are the three most cruel words in history, and they are three words that are creepy and cannot bear to touch the eye.

In panic, Jiang Hao almost rushed back to the room and closed the door tightly.

Then, a vernacular annotation version of "History of Ming Dynasty" was taken out from the system space, and based on the original owner's memory, check the situation in Shanxi in the ninth year of Chongzhen.

"In February of the ninth year of Chongzhen, Shanxi suffered from drought and insect plagues, and most people starved to death.

In March, the hungry people had no food and had to eat bark and grass leaves. When the bark and grass leaves were gone, people ate each other.
Chapter completed!