Two days later.

That is the afternoon of the seventh day of the eighth lunar month.

In the southeastern corner of Shanyin County, Xibutou Village in Shuangqi Township was crowded with people like a pot boiling, with solemn expressions and heated discussions.

"Have you heard that...Chen Laoqi and his son Tugen were found in the canal official road...the bodies were brought back..."

"Poor that... this family is so unlucky. The man is dead, his wife is not in good health, and the two daughters are deaf and mute... From now on... how will this family of three live their lives?"

"I heard that Chen Laoqi was so unlucky that one of the guests he dragged was the concubine of a boxing bandit leader. She was a murderer and suffered a thousand blows... Poor Lao Qi was so confused that he became an unjust ghost."

"Lao Qi was shot twice in the back. He was swollen and swollen in the water..."

"..."

The news spread like wildfire in Xibutou Village and reached towns outside the village.

At this time, at Chen Laoqi's house on the edge of Henghu Lake, a temporary mourning hall was set up on the ground at the entrance, with a big word "Dian" written in black and white on it.

The villagers scraped together some white cloth and built a tent next to the mourning shed. Inside the tent were the bodies of Chen Laoqi and his son.

Next to the canopy and against the wall, a simple altar was built with a square table, and a white table skirt was made of white paper in front of the table.

The statues of gods and Buddhas are in the middle. There are no photos or portraits of the father and son. Two wooden tablets are now made, which can be regarded as spiritual tablets.

Husband: Chen Shaoan; son: Chen Tianhua.

A pair of candlesticks with red candles were placed at both ends of the altar. A small incense burner was placed in the middle of the altar, with three lit incense sticks inserted on it, and the smoke was lingering.

On the eaves in front of the altar are grains wrapped in white paper...

The heroine Xue Wanzhen dragged her sick body with her two daughters who were wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety. The three of them knelt on the ground and cried sadly...

On a straw mat placed in front of the altar, relatives, friends and neighbors come to worship from time to time.

Next to the funeral shed, several relatives were making coffins.

Because the incident happened suddenly, the family had no preparations, so they had to remove the bed, bed boards, and door panels at home to use them as coffin boards.

The scene was miserable and desolate.

Now is the autumn season. The autumn tigers in the Jiangnan area are very domineering and the weather is very muggy.

After being soaked in the water for a whole day and two nights, it is said that the body began to rot and smell, so a coffin had to be made overnight and buried early in the morning.

When Chen Tianhua woke up in a white apron, the scene was flashing in his mind...

"Tugen... jump into the river quickly..."

Witnessing the armed soldiers who were armed with guns, they rushed onto the boat and shot and killed people indiscriminately. The young man Tu Genna had seen such a scene and was so frightened that his face turned pale and he shivered and huddled up.

Next to him, Chen Laoqi shouted when he saw that the situation was not going well, and jumped into the river with his son Tugen in his arms.

"Bang...bang bang..."

Tu Gen, who had just entered the water, clearly felt his father behind him tremble a few times, and then he pushed hard with both hands, and a strong force pushed him out...

When Tu Gen, who was swimming forward, looked back in the water, he saw his father sinking to the bottom of the river with blood bubbles. He chased him back desperately.

Daddy can no longer move...

Tu Gen endured his grief and dragged his father with one hand to swim hard... gasping for air... and swam towards the shore again...

Daddy's body is too heavy, but Tugen just doesn't want to let go. He has to drag daddy home no matter what.

He kept swimming...until his hands and feet cramped up and lost all strength...

At this time, Chen Tugen's soul was possessed by others.

The other person is also named Chen Tianhua, who comes from humanity one hundred and twenty years later. He is an elite trained by the country and died while performing missions overseas.

Chen Tianhua stood up in shock, lifted up the white cloth covering his body, and looked back at his body, which was beyond recognition.

His feet were bare, and he was only wearing a pair of gray burlap pants. His upper body was bare, and his ribs were visible. Although he was lean, his arms and legs had some muscles, which were considered strong.

Looking at this body and frame, it should be the body of a country boy.

Looking next to it, the wooden door panel made of bricks is also covered with a piece of white cloth. There should be a person lying there.

Chen Tianhua quietly stood up, uncovered the white cloth on his head, and took a quick look. He saw that the face of a middle-aged man was swollen and deformed by the river water.

The skin color has turned black and the body emits a strange smell, indicating that the person died more than two days ago.

This middle-aged man is the father in my mind just now.

Taking everything into consideration, Chen Tianhua suddenly realized:

I traveled through time and space!

Time travel is something he has learned a lot about in online novels in recent years, such as soul travel, time travel, rebirth, etc.

When it comes to the concept of time travel, he first watched a movie called "Westward Journey" starring Stephen Chow and Zhu Yin when he was a child.

There is a moonlight treasure box in the movie, which can travel through time.

After watching this movie, I just thought it was magical. I dreamed of traveling through time one day. It was quite exciting.

But now, when this fantasy really came true for him, he didn't feel any excitement or fun at all, only trouble, hesitation and frustration.

However, he quickly calmed down.

The best thing to say is that God gave him another life and made him believe that there is indeed a supernatural power in this universe, otherwise his soul would not be able to travel through time and possess him.

Of course, God did not give him a second life for no reason or casually. Every reborn person should have his own historical mission.

In the dark, there is a destiny.

But now the environment and people... everything has changed. I wonder which dynasty it is, the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?

Based on the remaining memory fragments in his mind, Chen Tianhua immediately thought of the flash of gun-wielding Qing soldiers. It should be in the late Qing Dynasty.

Alas, a declining dynasty and chaotic times in modern times.

Perhaps, this is a time-travel test given to him by God. If he does well and satisfies God, he may return to his previous life.

What a wonderful past life, beautiful girlfriend, villa and sports car, glorious and exciting career...

While Chen Tianhua was still in a daze, he suddenly heard loud noises outside, interrupting his meditation.

Hearing the cries, his father's mourning hall was located here, and many relatives and friends should be mourning and paying their respects outside the tent.

But making such a loud noise in front of the mourning hall is disrespectful to the deceased.

Damn you, what kind of turtle bastards are causing trouble here?!

Chen Tianhua frowned and clenched his fists angrily, habitually preparing to rush out at any time.

"Miss Liu...get out of my way, this young master. Don't think that because you are setting up some new school, everyone will be afraid of you if you have a little reputation, but I am not afraid of you."

"Today we are here to pay homage to the deceased. By the way, how can I pay back the money Chen Laoqi owes my father?"

There were men and women on the road outside, and there were many onlookers. The one who spoke loudly and vigorously was a young man in his twenties.

He is fat and tall, with thick eyebrows and narrow eyes, a shiny forehead, and a thick black braid hanging from the back of his head.

Wearing a dark-patterned light-colored silk blouse, lantern shorts and jacket, a pair of embroidered cloth shoes on his feet, and holding a paper fan in his hand, he looked nondescript, carefree, and vicious.

This man is the second son of Fan Chenggui, the head of Shuangqi Township. His name is Fan Mingzhong, and he is known as the Second Young Master Fan.
Chapter completed!