Seven days ago.

Looking at the extremely familiar thatched cottage, Qin Jian was confused.

"Aren't I... dead?"

"No, it's not that I'm dead, but that I've been...traveled through time."

The brain hurts, and there is a little confusion in my eyes.

Qin Jian seemed to have had a long dream. In the dream, he came to a place called the Soul Tomb, which was the place where the dead souls returned, which meant that he was dead.

The way of death is very special. Without any signs, the body suddenly becomes uncontrollable.

When I was dying, in a very short time, many memories suddenly appeared in my mind.

That is the memory of the time traveler, because at a certain moment, both souls are in the same body, and memories begin to communicate.

It was also from this that he realized that the former priest who was hated by the world said that there are nine realms in the universe and the way of heaven in the world. This illusory statement was actually true.

Time travel, in the eyes of Qin Jian, is a means of being unreasonable and far superior to taking over the body. It is able to ignore the skill and mind of the container and directly occupy it.

If it were not for the arrangement of the law of heaven, who could transcend time and space and directly seize other people's bodies?

The arrangement of the way of heaven may have allowed many time travelers to save the world, changed the fate of many original owners, and achieved achievements that the original owner could not achieve.

Perhaps for many spectators, these time travelers have received great opportunities and should be grateful to the way of heaven.

But why?

Qin Jian clenched his fists with both hands and his eyes were filled with resentment.

I have lived for half my life and practiced hard for half my life. Why should I be a wedding dress for others? Even though my life is difficult and the future is bumpy, I can always fight myself. Why should I be taken away by a time traveler?

Qin Jian didn't know why he returned from the tomb of the soul and was resurrected from the dead.

But looking at my cottage, the tea was still warm, and half of the hourglass and sand in the house were lost, and the number 193 was written next to it.

He raised his eyebrows and suddenly remembered it.

"Is this...I'm reborn?" Qin Jian subconsciously blurted out the word with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Both words: rebirth and time travel come from the memory of the time traveler who invaded Qin Jian's body.

He confirmed for a long time and finally realized that he was reborn.

Because he clearly remembered that every time the hourglass in his thatched cottage turned back, twelve hours passed, and just the day when the number changed to two hundred, he was suddenly driven out of his body by the time traveler... in his thatched cottage.

How can the soul survive alone if it is separated from the body? How can the deceased soul be born?

Qin Jian didn't know the reason, he only knew that he had been wandering in the tomb of his soul for a long time. There was only endless cold in that place. Now that he woke up, he finally felt the warmth of the world.

"Since the Heavenly Dao is going to take my body, why would I go back seven days before I was taken? I wonder if I will experience the time traveling through people in seven days? If so, how should I deal with it?"

Even if he is the strongest demon in the world, Qin Jian is confident that he will not be taken over. However, time travel is unreasonable, so how should he prevent it?

"I can't sit and wait for death. Although I'm reborn, I may not let me go after seven days. Even if nothing may happen, I can't gamble."

"In seven days, I must think of a way to stop others from traveling through time."

Although his qualifications for practice are mediocre, Qin Jian is not stupid. Soon he found the key point of time travel.

"At present, I have no way to deal with the time travel arranged by the way of heaven, but maybe... I can choose a new body and give it to it. As long as I am no longer me, I may be able to survive this disaster."

There was a light suddenly in Qin Jian's eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

There is only one way to transfer the soul in the world - to seize the body, but to take the body, it is very likely to take the opportunity.

Time is tight, so he immediately set off and went to Fujin City, the most chaotic world, to look for opportunities.

This city is also called the Beggar City, the Thieves City. In the Thieves City, beggars die every day, and no one cares about their lowly lives.

This is a gathering place for refugees and a paradise for illegal people. Anyone who makes a mistake will mostly choose to come to the thief city to avoid the court.

Either experience bullying that is more terrible than the imperial prison, or you can get along here.

Qin Jian originally planned to seize the tyrant and evil person, and there were many such people in the entire Fujin City.

But even if the skills of the two people are very different and the skills are high, if they meet someone with a firm mind, the success rate of taking over the body is very low. Most of these evil people have a firm will.

He has not killed many people in his life, and without exception, they are all evil people. Therefore, if he wants to change his goal to an honest ordinary person for safety, it will be difficult to convince himself.

Qin Jian remembered the three saints in the world today, the saint named Tang Wangnian. It is said that he practiced the Pure Yang Way all his life and became a saint, but he would blush when he saw a woman.

I have no right to laugh at others, because I am almost a saint, but I am so entangled in killing people.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Jing Que appeared.

...

There are three days left before the arrival of the time traveler.

Jing Que fell in the middle of the road on Baoyuan Street. Because of his punches and kicks, he fainted in the mud and water.

The reason for being beaten is very common. Many beggars who have just come to Fujin City will experience it - placing bowls in places where they shouldn't beg for food.

As usual, new beggars can only go to Yulong Lane to beg for food in the north, but the people coming and going there are cruel people with their heads on their belts, and many beggars died there inexplicably.

Jing Que was so hungry that he came to the relatively wealthy Baoyuan Street. This was breaking the rules of beggars. For the old beggars, this was a provocation.

This beating almost killed Jing Que.

After Jing Que thought he was really dead and his consciousness had already walked in the lantern for a while, a warm towel fell on his forehead.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the sludge street that was raining, nor was he in the dilapidated temple full of cockroaches and rats.

This is the guest room of Fuwang Building, which is the best inn in the entire Fujin City.

"You're awake."

The one who saved Jing Que was the Qin bamboo slips.

Without finding a suitable container, Qin Jian was filled with mixed feelings and walked on Baoyuan Street, allowing the rain to soak his expensive Taoist robe.

I happened to meet Jing Que, who was almost beaten to death.

Although he was a beggar, when he saw Jing Que's face, Qin Jian felt that this childish demeanor was extraordinary.

He explored his veins and found that the child was seriously ill and had a rare disease called "star poison" in the spiritual world. He had been alive for a few days.

He was not a sentimental person for the death of passers-by. He just made a search and found that the beggar was so good.

Qin Jian did not hesitate and immediately saved Jing Que. He had a premonition that maybe this child was his own opportunity.

Seeing that the young man had woken up, Qin Jian explained his situation and even mentioned the time travel of heavenly nights, which also expressed his purpose.

He thought Jing Que would refuse, but he didn't expect that the boy had an unprecedented spirit in his eyes:

"I am infected with astrological poison and can live for up to half a month. But I don't want to die meaninglessly. Young Master... you didn't lie to me, right?"

"I didn't lie to you. The martial arts I practiced can indeed cure you, but unfortunately... you don't have time to learn it unless... use my spiritual consciousness to seize your body."

"Okay, then let's start."

Qin Jian was surprised by Jing Que's decisiveness:

"Are you not afraid? Do you know what this means?"

"The young master has said that this means that I will not exist, and the young master will become me. I am just a bad life. Instead of dying in this thief city, it is better to help the young master survive."

Jing Que's appearance is innocent and indifferent, making people feel close to him. Although Qin Jian longs to live, he does not deceive this young man.

The two dying people were frank at this moment.

"Young Master... Are you a very powerful person in the world of cultivation?"

"Yes, it's amazing."

"Will there be a day that will be awesome?"

"Yes." Qin Que's tone was very calm.

Only those three saints can defeat him in this world. Even if they lose most of their cultivation after taking over the body, their cultivation will still be realized, and they have a younger body and more time.

Especially the boy had a very good root and bone, but he was not as difficult as he was to practice Taoism as himself. He was sure that he could catch up soon.

If this time, if you really succeed in taking over the body, your future achievements will only be higher.

If it is the first opportunity to meet strange beasts in Huangyuan and rebirth is the second opportunity, then meeting this young man is the third opportunity to be yours.

"Then I have no problem."

Qin Jian saw a longing face. At this moment, he suddenly understood-

There are many people in this world who live a hopeless life. They cannot live in a better position, but they are unwilling to die meaninglessly.

This is true for Jing Que. The emergence of Qin bamboo slips was probably an alternative opportunity for him, an opportunity to realize his own value.

Should I die with my own soul and end up like a beggar, covered in mud; or should I use this body to help a person who can go further than myself?

Jing Que can not win many things in his life, and dignity is even more of a luxury.

He was grateful to Qin Jian for his treatment with courtesy and his attitude was so decisive.

After a long silence, Qin Jian asked:

"Do you have anything else you want to tell me? Do you hope I will do it? If I can do it, I will help you achieve it."

"Young master, I like to eat delicious food. I like candied haws and beggar chickens. I heard from the old beggar chicks that the most delicious thing in this world is the beggar chickens in Supreme Pavilion..."

"Okay, I will definitely go and eat it in the future."

"Young Master, my surname is Jing, and my name is Jing Que. Can you not forget me in the future..." Jing Que's eyes were shining.

Qin Jian nodded and said seriously:
Chapter completed!