Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Chapter 373 He died and lived again

The wind roared like a herd of beasts roaring, and the raindrops crackled on the window panes.The wind is strong, but the rain is not very heavy, with the wind coming fast and slow.

There were almost no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, one or two cars drove on the road against the wind and rain. Among them, one car was particularly unlucky. The rear hood was flattened by the fallen tree branches, but it did not dare to stop for a moment.

The latest news of the typhoon "Neptune" was broadcast on the screen. The host urged citizens to stay at home as much as possible and not to go out. At the same time, pay attention to put away the items on the balcony and window sills to avoid falling objects.

Su Yan turned off the TV, put on a thick raincoat and car keys, and was about to go out—he didn't dare to bring an umbrella, because there was a pedestrian with an umbrella in the news just now, and even the umbrella was blown away several meters away.

While waiting for the elevator, the aunt at the opposite door just poked her head out to put a garbage bag, and she was taken aback when she saw Su Yan: "Oh, you dare to go out in such a strong typhoon, so hurry up and hide at home."

Su Yan smiled brightly: "Aunt Guo, I'm going to be on duty at work."

"It's too inhumane. This kind of weather calls people to be on duty...it's still in the government office. Afraid of blowing things up, aren't they afraid of blowing up the staff?" The aunt on the other side was very supportive of him.

"I can't help it. The public is concerned about the system. I didn't call you here on purpose. It's my turn this weekend." Su Yan took the garbage bag she left next to the shoe cabinet, "Anyway, I'm going out, so I'll help you along the way." Take it and throw it away."

The auntie at the door thanked her, and before the elevator doors closed, she said: "Be careful on the road!"

Su Yan wore a raincoat and a pair of hole shoes that were not afraid of being soaked in water. He first threw Aunt Guo's garbage into the sorting box downstairs, and then went to the underground parking lot of the community to pick up the car.The corridor entrance of his house is three buildings away from the underground parking lot.

The wind had just subsided for a while, but now it blew violently again, and the big raindrops hit the body in the thin summer clothes, which hurt a bit, like being besieged by a group of brats with marbles.Su Yan lowered his head to avoid the slanted green trees and walked forward quickly. When he passed the third building, he suddenly saw a five or six-year-old girl who was playing with the raindrops with the bottom of a plastic bottle cut in half. Son.

There is a glass ceiling above the steps at the entrance of the corridor. The little girl couldn't catch the rain, so she ran a few steps outside, holding half of a plastic bottle on her head with both hands.

Su Yan saw that she looked familiar, but he didn't know who it belonged to. He felt that she was one of the children who often played together in the community. No one cared about her at such a young age. Sometimes she could be seen digging sand pits when it was dark.

He yelled to the little girl across the green belt: "Then who's little one—go back quickly, don't play outside during a typhoon, it's very dangerous!"

The little girl took the bottle down and looked at it. It was not full, so she wiped the rainwater off her face with her sleeve and continued to hold it.Su Yan suspected that the wind was too strong, and the child didn't hear his shout clearly, so he ran across the green belt to the little girl, bent down and said, "It's a few hours, uncle will take you back—"

Before the words fell, there was a panicked scream from above: "Ah——"

Su Yan raised his head abruptly, and a round object fell from the balcony of more than ten floors. It was blown obliquely by the wind, and it was about to hit him in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two flashes in his mind - flower pots!Child!Almost unconsciously, he threw the little girl forward.

The sound of "dong" was the sound of the bottom of the basin hitting the back of the head, followed by the sound of "pop", the flowerpot fell to the brick floor and fell apart.

... What a fucking pain!The moment consciousness disappeared, Su Yan thought.

... What a fucking pain!

The consciousness was still hazy, and the sharp pain was like an electric drill drilling into the brain from the back of the head. Su Yan groaned lowly, trying to curl up his body, but found that his whole body seemed to be completely numb, and he couldn't even move his fingertips.

The eyelids are slightly opened, and the eyes are pale... Are you in the hospital?

He kept taking deep breaths in the pain, and finally gathered a little strength to move his fingers.

Icy, wet, and fluffy, it's snow... more precisely, snow caves.Su Yan saw clearly the narrow cave he was in. The fallen trunks propped up a cone-shaped space, which was covered with white snow like a silkworm chrysalis.A foot or so away from his head, sharp rocks protrude from the snow, with dried blood on them.

Snow?winter?Su Yan is a little dazed, what's going on, am I having a nightmare?

Bright light came out from the gap in the snow cave, and he stretched out his hand to push it, and the snow covering the dead tree branches and leaves slid down.A gust of cold air poured in, and he shivered violently.

Su Yan sat up with difficulty, looked around blankly, and found that he was in a vast wasteland, everything seemed to be covered by white snow.

The back of his head was in sharp pain, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch it. He touched the bloody messy long hair... Long hair?He looked down at himself...an ancient costume?And this pair of hands with slender knuckles that look a bit delicate... This is not his hand!

Su Yan's brain directs these hands that do not belong to him, groping randomly on his face, and then touches his chest, abdomen and thighs... This is not his body either!

With a "poof", Su Yan fell back into the snowdrift, closed his eyes and muttered: "Wake up, wake up..."

After dozens of times, from whispering to silence, Su Yan finally picked up his nearly deranged nerves and sorted out the most logical possibility:

he died.Going out on duty during a typhoon, he was crushed to death by a flower pot.

He is alive again.To another world, into another body.

What is this, resurrecting the soul with a dead body?Take home?time travel?

Su Yan likes to read miscellaneous books and surf the Internet on weekdays. He thinks he is a person with a strong ability to accept. Facing this unbelievable and weird situation, he thought it over and thought, no matter what, let's talk about it after surviving!

If it is true that the soul travels after death, the original body is probably already in the freezer in the hospital. This is a rebirth chance given to him by God (or some other cosmic force, cough, who cares), and he must take good care of it. Take care, don't die again from injury or cold or hunger-maybe one more death and he will be completely gone.

With this in mind, Su Yan became motivated, and the pain in the back of his head didn't seem to be so painful.He touched the wound carefully, and felt that the blood had stopped, and it was pasted together with the hair into a shell.This layer of blood scab would provide the initial protection for the wound, and he didn't intend to wash it off.

But the rest of the messy long hair is very annoying. It covers the head and face, blood pricks, and is blown around by the cold wind, like a female ghost.

Su Yan moved behind a leeward snow slope, and began to search for the things carried by this body, so as to deduce the identity of the original owner.

The winter coat is thick, the material is exquisitely patterned, and the mink cape is genuine—the original owner is rich.

There is a jade pendant hanging on the waist, the head of water is very good - the original owner is rich.

There is also a metal-rimmed ax-shaped pouch hanging on it, like an ancient scythe seen in a museum, inlaid with various gemstones-the original owner is really rich!

It is even more delicate and tender, except for a little callus from the brush holder, the hand is as smooth as if it has never been washed in this life - the original owner does not need to do manual labor, and his social status should be quite high.

A small crossbow, together with the quiver, was strapped to the outer thigh.The crossbow has a unique shape and exquisite workmanship. When I tried to shoot it once, the arrow directly pierced the tree trunk, and the lethality was quite brutal... It shows that the original owner has no force value, but he may face danger, so he needs to hide such a powerful weapon that is easy to operate. self-defense.

A sharp dagger with a sheath, pulled out, the sharp blade is cold, and the hair is blown off - how dangerous is the world where the original owner lives?The same self-defense weapon is not enough, and one more insurance is needed.

What else, seems to be gone... Su Yan fumbled around, but didn't find a pocket wooden tube the size of a finger, which had fallen from the skirt of his clothes into the gap between his belt.

He put away his things one by one, and tried to stand up. Just as he emerged from behind the snow slope, his face was covered with long hair dancing wildly in the wind.

The trouble is dead, and there is an injury on the head. The wind blows and the long hair makes the wound more painful, and it is not conducive to cleaning the wound after seeking medical treatment.

Su Yan immediately pulled out the dagger, and cut off the long hair from the root of the ear with three blows.After thinking about it, I felt that the ear-length hair was too girly, so I continued to cut it upwards, and finally I didn't know what it would look like.

He touched the ends of his hair and felt that it was about the same length as in his previous life, so he held the dagger in his hand and got up to identify the direction.

This is a flat field. It should have been a snowstorm not long ago, which destroyed a lot of trees.At this time, the temperature is estimated to be more than ten degrees below zero. Fortunately, the original owner was wearing thick clothes, and when he was unconscious, the dead wood and snow on his body happened to form a narrow snow hole, which can reflect heat and maintain the core temperature of the human body, otherwise he would have frozen to death. .

There was no one around, and there seemed to be a thin wisp of black smoke in the distance, which was blown away by the wind while rising, and it was unknown if it was someone else.

Su Yan stepped on the ankle-deep snow and walked towards the place where the black smoke rose. Along the way, he saw some strange things half buried in the snow, some were like broken long handles, and some were half pieces. Shields, and some kind of banner frozen into a blank slate.

As he was walking, he accidentally tripped over a tree root. When he looked back, he realized that where the tree root was, it was clearly a pale green human hand stretching up from the snowdrift!

Su Yan was so frightened that he took a few steps back. Seeing the stiff and dead hand, he suspected that someone was frozen underneath, so he took a deep breath, and went forward to dig a little bit of snow around the hand, and there was a dead body.

The corpse was a young man with typical facial features of a Han Chinese. He was wearing a black war robe with a full waist armor and an iron helmet with a round top and wide eaves. Xuexia was still holding a long gun in his other hand. ancient warrior.

...Could it be that this is a battlefield?Who is fighting whom?Is this a dynasty that existed in history, or another fictional world with no system?

Su Yan stared at the six-petal iron helmet shaped like a bamboo hat and a flying saucer. He always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it in some information book...

The dull sound of horseshoes stepping on the snow approached from far away, he turned around in surprise, and saw a small group of cavalry galloping towards his direction.There are about a dozen people, carrying bows and arrows, holding long axes, machetes, maces and other cold weapons, wearing leather robes and fur hoods that are completely different from the frozen soldier.

Su Yan's first reaction was to hide, but the snow and wounds held him back.The other party had already seen him, and while urging the horse to speed up, he shouted and shouted.

He couldn't understand the other party's language at all, but judging from the other party's clothing and equipment, it looked like an ancient nomad.

Su Yan suddenly thought of something, and looked back at the soldier's body half buried in the snow - he remembered, it was an inscription iron helmet, a helmet with a unique shape that was named after a dynasty!

Inscribed iron helmets...the battlefield...the desolate and cold northern desert in winter...the nomads...then these cavalrymen who charged towards him were Tatars or Oirats?Su Yan's eyes went black for a while, and he could almost imagine the scene where his head flew into the sky and blood spattered three feet at the next moment.

He was so nervous that his scalp was numb and his heart was constricting and stinging, but he didn't turn around and run away. Firstly, he would definitely not be able to escape, and secondly, he instinctively felt that turning his back on those cavalrymen would be more deadly.

Su Yan clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath in the cold wind, tried his best to maintain a calm mind, and was surrounded by these Northern Desert cavalry in an instant.

One of them was wearing a battle armor, and the equipment was much better than the others. He looked like a leader, with thick lips, deep eyes, a hooked nose, and a short beard around the corners of his mouth and jaw. He was mighty and fierce.

The man approached with his horse and murmured a few words, but Su Yan couldn't understand a single word.

The other party seemed to be questioning something, but he couldn't answer, for fear that he would be recognized as a Central Plains person when he opened his mouth.The other party didn't get a response, and he looked a little impatient, and raised the iron bone in his hand.

Su Yan's heart shuddered, and he was quick to gain wisdom. He gestured "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhths,' he was dumb and couldn't speak.He made another gesture of taking off the clothes and putting them on himself, indicating that the clothes were taken off from other corpses.

The cavalry leader with Tieguduo looked him up and down, squinting his eyes and thinking.

A cavalryman behind him took two steps forward and said in a Beimo language that Su Yan could not understand: "Hu Guyan Taiji, this man may be a slave from the Central Plains, look at his hair."

People in the Central Plains pay attention to the body, hair and skin of their parents, which cannot be easily damaged. Only criminals will suffer the punishment of twisting their hair and tattooing their faces.So in the past, when the Northern Desert Army captured the Central Plains people, they would also twist their hair or tattoo their faces, making it impossible for them to escape back to the Central Plains easily.

Now this trend has weakened a lot, and those who were taken into slavery by Beimo may not necessarily be tortured.Some common people or bandits in the Central Plains would voluntarily go to the North Desert to seek new livelihoods when they had nowhere to go, and those with skills would be treated kindly and reused.

But like Su Yan, the monk is not a monk, but the vulgar is not vulgar, and his short hair is cut in a mess. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a runaway slave.

Another cavalryman took a closer look and retorted: "Look at his face and hands, they are as white as milk. How can a slave have skin!"

Hu Guyan touched the ring beard and examined it again and again, his eyes made Su Yan feel like a rabbit being aimed at by an arrow.After a while, the leader ordered coldly: "Take him—"

"Taiji, Holy Khan ordered you to retreat the whole army, back to the foot of Yinshan Mountain!" A messenger came galloping from a distance.

Hu Guyan was upset when he heard this, frowned and shouted: "Why do you want to withdraw your troops?"

The messenger approached and reined in his horse: "The Holy Khan said that the heavy snowstorm will continue for a few days, and the plain has nowhere to hide, and it is easy to be attacked by the enemy. Moreover, it is difficult to break through the Great Wall pass in this weather. It is better to retreat to Chilechuan first. , relying on the shady mountains to cover the wind and snow, and it will not be too late to go south when the sun clears."

Hu Guyan was not willing to retreat, and said with the corners of his mouth curled up, "Could it be that my brother is afraid of that General Jingbei? In my opinion, it's better to take advantage of the wind and snow to surprise the enemy."

The herald insisted: "The Holy Khan's will must not be violated. Besides, there are still many cavalry troops from the Jingbei Army sweeping around Yunnei City. I don't know if they are looking for people or restraining the dead. Judging by their posture, they have been prepared for a long time. , even if we make a surprise attack, it will be difficult to succeed."

After thinking about it, Hu Guyan felt that his arms couldn't hold his thighs anyway, so let's just retreat and hide at the foot of Yinshan Mountain for two or three days, the wind and snow will never end.

He turned his head to look at Su Yan, who had short hair in sable fur, and felt that this kid had a strange look from his face to his eyes, which made people unable to see what it was, but it was a bit interesting.So he ordered: "Bring this man back! From today on, he is my new slave."