Very cold.

Hou Yuntao felt cold all over in his sleep, as if he was in a cold cellar.

Hou Yuntao, whose hands and feet were cold, tried hard to move his body, but he couldn't move his hands and feet.

Alas, overslept again?

A noisy sound came from my ears, accompanied by a faint crying sound. Hou Yuntao cursed in his heart that the unscrupulous real estate developer was so soundproof. The old man spent his entire life savings to buy me a house. On the first day of living in, he was like sleeping in a downtown area.

Suddenly, a burning feeling came from the soles of his feet. Hou Yuntao's body was instinctively shocked, and his eyes opened and he jumped up. He saw a green bamboo forest. It was not bad, and the developers were useless. At least the greening was done well.

Hey, it’s not right! I didn’t have it when I came yesterday, and when I looked around, I was so scared that I was completely sleepy.

A middle-aged man, wearing a blue shirt and a piece of broken armor tied to his chest, looked funny and funny. But when he saw the creepy black blood clots on it, Hou Yuntao couldn't laugh. This was a cruel man with blood splattered all over his body. In fact, just one day ago, he killed more than 70 people.

The murderer in Hou Yuntao's eyes screamed strangely, threw himself at his feet, and cried loudly. The crying was filled with too much emotion and heartbreaking. Hou Yuntao was in such a strange place, and a hint of warmth suddenly arose in his heart.

"Young Master! You're so sorry for me, I've left my blood for you. The Hou family shouldn't be the last one!" Thinking of the master whom I have always respected, lying here with my body and head, Yang Shu felt even more sad and could no longer suppress the pain in his heart.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

"Uncle Yang..."

When Hou Yuntao blurted out, he was also startled. The "Uncle Yang" sounded like a key, opening a door in his mind. Countless familiar and unfamiliar memories poured out, blending with his original memories. Twenty years of high-rise buildings, technological explosions; twenty years of Four Books and Five Classics, study hard.

I am Hou Yuntao, and I am also Hou Xuanyan, the eldest son of Hou Dongzeng, the head of the Nanjing Ministry of War in the Ming Dynasty.

This is a time travel...

Hou Yuntao quickly understood that it was not because he was so quick in thinking and was not surprised when he was in trouble, but because he had read too many novels.

In the first year of Hongguang in the Ming Dynasty? Well, the year name is good. Which emperor is it?

Suddenly, a terrible thought poured into his heart. This was not the Hongguang of the little Fu King Zhu Yousong, right? Hou Yuntao instinctively reached out and touched his head. Fortunately, his hair was still there, and he didn't want to leave a ridiculous pigtail with a rat-tailed pigtail. Thinking of this, Hou Xuanyan's memory emerged in vain. His half-life was not as ups and downs as these few days.

The more Hou Yuntao recalled, the more feared he became. In the end, his face turned pale and trembling.

Now it is the late Ming Dynasty. Emperor Hongguang was captured in Jinling, and the Qing soldiers rushed into the south of the Yangtze River like raging beasts. The Qing Dynasty issued a hair shaving order to break the backbone of the Han people. My father Hou Dong once raised the flag to fight against the Qing Dynasty. He gathered 100,000 rural soldiers in Jiading and died in one battle. After the city was broken, my father took his two brothers and committed suicide by jumping into the river. Hou Xuanyan's memory ended here.

As a senior fan, Hou Yuntao knew very well about this history, which was clearly the first massacre of the Three Massacres of Jiading.

In other words, there were two bloody massacres waiting for this once rich Jiangnan town... Hou Yuntao's eyes suddenly turned dark and he took a breath.

Wait! Hou Xuanyan in history is dead, which means history can be changed. Thinking of this, Hou Xuanyan's heart was surging, and I might be able to... change this darkest history.

"That's right!" Hou Xuanyan cheered up. As a person who was familiar with Ming history, since he came here, how could he do nothing? Taking advantage of this excitement, Hou Yuntao helped Yang Shu, the loyal servant on the ground, comforted him: "Uncle Yang doesn't have to do this. I promise you that you will definitely take revenge."

Who knew that after hearing this, Yang Shu was shocked and shouted: "No, absolutely not. The Qing army is powerful, and the eldest young master finally recovers from the dead. We should escape quickly."

The other survivors in the bamboo forest also agreed. Then Hou Yuntao looked at these people carefully. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t look at them, but he looks like a knife.

The survivors of the massacre were densely packed in the bamboo forest. They were covered in rags and covered with scars. A few of them were coming forward, and the flesh and blood were dripping from their bodies. Most of these people were defeated soldiers. They salvaged the bodies of three fathers and sons of the Hou family and gathered here, in panic all day long.

Their eyes were filled with sadness when they looked at them. Yes, the eldest son of the Hou family came back to life, but most of them could never come back.

Hou Xuanyan immediately understood his situation and his optimistic thoughts disappeared without a trace. Like them, he was just a poor surviving worm after a barbaric massacre of civilization. The world's general trend is like a tsunami and a mountain collapse. What can a small worm do?

Suddenly, Hou Yuntao's face turned red and he became excited. He read too much of the Time Travel Book, and he could guess the plot with his eyes closed.

Yes, I am a time traveler, how could I come to you empty-handed?

He closed his eyes and pondered, trying hard to feel the changes in his body, and shouted in his heart: Come out, my system! My warehouse! My gold, hand, finger!

Unfortunately, the only thing that came back to him was a breeze from the bamboo forests in the mountains and wilderness and the wailing of his companions.

Mad! Wear naked?

Hou Yuntao's pupils shrank, and he was cursing in his heart. If he had worn this time to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, he would have worn it naked. I copied a few poems and made small inventions and still made a fortune. But this was the late Ming Dynasty, the Sanshu of Jiading, and whether people should travel well.

Looking at the old tears in his cheeks beside him, he became a little hideous because of the pain. No one expected that this loyal servant who had grown up with his shoulders was so brave. After the street battle after the city was broken, he killed nearly a hundred Qing soldiers with his hands. After seeing his master's family jumped into the river, he fled in despair.

There are also two familiar bodies on the pile of wood. If I had not traveled through time, maybe there were three corpses, and the whole family would be neatly arranged.

Tears flashed in Hou Yuntao's eyes. After he inherited the memory of this body, he naturally had his emotions. Whose feelings were not accumulated through memory?

Hou Yuntao gritted his teeth and said, "It is impossible to escape, so where can he escape?"

After carefully recalling the historical knowledge of later generations, Hou Yuntao remembered that the Qing soldiers were very relaxed at this time, which was a great opportunity to counterattack.
Chapter completed!