Full-time Heroic Spirit starting from Douluo

"Not all plants are afraid of fire, there are always exceptions,"

Shichang raised the druid's staff, raised it high like wings, exactly the same as raising the spear that pierced the death thorns, and defiantly said: "You saw it just now, I can control the flames, You still want to use fire against me."

Then his tone was calm and his lips were frivolous:

"It's naive."

With a light step, without any warning, countless vines broke out of the ground, growing in the wind, and suddenly rushed out from the ground where Huo Wu stood, and instantly weaved and intertwined above her head, forming a giant Hold the prison cage.

Different from the giant palm cage summoned before, the texture of this cage is burning with wisps of blazing flames.

"I don't believe I can't break it!"

Faced with the previous situation, Huo Wu was slightly distracted. When the green grass and leaves under her feet began to twist as if they were alive, she came back to her senses and drank sweetly towards Shi Chen.

If a careful person observes carefully, he can notice:

The palms of these two vine-woven cages happen to be a person's left and right hands, with the thumbs of the palms facing each other.

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ps: What was not completed yesterday has been supplemented. Please refresh and read.

There are only so many today. I hope everyone can understand that this situation has happened frequently this month. It is my problem. It is mainly for the perfect attendance award (manual dog head).

Below is another novel I conceived before this one.

Chapter 1 "I" am the murderer

Thick smoke billowed from the building that had been ravaged by the explosion.

Surrounded by the sea of ​​fire, Xu Muyang leaned against the mottled wall, barely staying awake.

Blood poured out from his forehead, soaking his temples and blurring his vision.

The right arm holding the gun hung down weakly, and he released his finger from holding the trigger; his left hand tightly covered his abdomen, which had just been hit by flying gravel.

When I opened my charred palms and took a look, my eyes were filled with bright red!

Xu Muyang felt that the reason why the criminal police uniform was black was probably to prevent people from worrying too much when they were injured and bleeding.

"The flesh all over his body was rolled and charred... This is not a very decent way to die."

Thinking self-deprecatingly in his heart, the noise around him began to recede like a tide, his eyelids began to become heavy, and he trembled up and down. In a daze, he heard footsteps coming from far and near, as well as the anxious shouts of the team members.

"Captain Xu, where are you, are you okay..."

"Command center, requesting support, need an ambulance..."

"Start search and rescue..."

The fire suddenly intensified, and the swollen flames were accompanied by thick smoke, like an evil python spitting out a snake core, sweeping through and devouring everything on the floor.

Immediately, Xu Muyang's consciousness fell into darkness.

……

Yongli year 36, autumn.

Pan-ancient continent, Dongzhou, Daqi Dynasty.

From the gray sky, little raindrops fell, pitter-pattering on the streets and alleys of Luo City, the imperial capital.

There are not many pedestrians on the streets paved with bluestones anymore.

But in front of the Jimin Medical Center on Changping Street, dozens of people gathered in a thick crowd holding umbrellas, pointing at a young man dressed as a scholar lying across the street.

"Doctor Song Zhongjing is such a good person, why did he suffer such misfortune!"

"This scholar looks so polite, but he actually does such a thing!"

"The world is getting worse, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

It was a young man with a handsome face and a thin figure, wearing a moon-white Confucian robe. However, the elegant plain robe that symbolized a scholar was now stained with bright red blood.

……

"Quarrel!"

"very noisy!"

"Who is so unethical that you dare to make such a loud noise in the hospital?!"

The noisy and abusive voices coming from around him kept hitting Xu Muyang's eardrums, making him unable to hear the content clearly, which made him upset.

Drowsily, Xu Muyang wanted to cover his ears to block out the noise, but his body seemed to have lost control and he could not move at all.

My head feels so dizzy, it seems like I'm dreaming... If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later, and you can finally take a legitimate vacation, hehe... Wait, I seem to have been disfigured, oh, no, my face is stunning. ... His thoughts were between half-dream and half-awake, and Xu Muyang's consciousness gradually returned to consciousness.

What's going on? This is not the smell of disinfectant water exclusive to hospitals... He smelled the bloody smell in the air, which made people feel slightly uncomfortable. Xu Muyang frowned slightly and wanted to open his eyes to observe the surrounding situation.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control his limbs.

"Damn it, I'm not going to become a vegetative state. It seems possible. After all, it's an explosion of that magnitude."

"Don't!"

"I want to rest, but I don't want to rest!"

The thought of having to lie down for the rest of his life made Xu Muyang feel inexplicable fear in his heart.

The nervous and uneasy emotions drove the crazy secretion of adrenaline in his body, dispelling the dizziness in his brain. In his hazy consciousness, he seized the opportunity of that moment, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally, Xu Muyang opened his eyes.

What came into view was not the expected white ceiling of the ward, nor the lights of the operating room, but the roof of staggered wooden beams.

"Hehe, I can move...Hey, where is this?"

The joy of being reborn had not lasted long, and Xu Muyang was a little confused by the scenery in front of him.

He suspected that he had seen it wrong. He seemed to be awake, but not fully awake.

Sitting up, Xu Muyang became even more confused when he could fully see the surrounding scenery.

Antique architectural layout, Chinese medicine cabinets filled with medicinal materials, wooden square windows and doors. The cold wind blew through the windows and blew on him, cold and biting. Outside the door stood a group of people dressed in ancient costumes...

Not knowing the truth, they were even more horrified when they saw this scene.

"This guy just laughed! He still laughed after killing someone, it's really..."

"I heard from relatives who were on duty at the Yamen that there really are such murderers who are reluctant to leave the scene after killing someone, saying they would relive the pleasure of killing someone!"

"It's really perverted!"

"frenzied!"

kill? !What's going on... Xu Muyang subconsciously followed the crowd's gaze and frowned.

At this moment, he was sitting in a large pool of blood, and beside him were lying the corpses of a man and a woman, both of whom were old people with gray hair.

Both corpses were wearing ordinary coarse clothes, and both had an eye-catching and hideous wound on their necks!

The difference is that the male corpse fell to the ground, facing the ground, lying outside the counter of the medical center; the female corpse fell to the ground on its back, lying on the counter.

A large pool of blood splashed around the body, spraying everywhere, and countless papers with prescriptions were scattered everywhere; the fishy smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of medicinal materials, and the complex and strong smell filled the entire room, making people feel stomachache. Roaring.

The whole scene was tragic and shocking!

I have received professional training and will not vomit no matter how sick I am... Xu Muyang made a visual inspection and judged based on human anatomy that there were at least three or four liters of blood from outside the counter to the outside. It seemed that he would not survive.

Both corpses had stiff bodies, pale faces, and dilated pupils. He reached out and touched the exposed skin of the two corpses. They were cold and had no residual warmth. They had obviously been dead for a long time.

With a rough judgment in mind, Xu Muyang sighed, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and was suddenly shocked.

At this moment, he was wearing a moon-white Confucian robe, which was stained with the blood of the dead, and looked a bit scary; he was holding a wine flask in his left hand, which was empty; and he was holding a... kitchen knife tightly in his right hand! ! !

The blade is scarlet and still bleeding!

"嘡!"

The knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp metallic sound.

Under the refraction of the light, the kitchen knife glowed with a cold light, reflecting a face that was extremely unfamiliar to him:

The delicate face is slightly childish, with delicate facial features, black hair, black pupils, and as gentle as jade.However, this piece of jade is now stained with blood and has flaws.

who is this...

Before he could react, his vision suddenly went dark, and he suddenly had a splitting headache. He covered his head with both hands, and then a wave of unfamiliar memories surged in like a tidal wave.

Xu Muyang, whose courtesy name is Wangshu, is 16 years old. He is a Confucian scholar in the Junqi County Office of Fuguo County under the jurisdiction of Jingzhao Mansion of the Daqi Dynasty. His family is poor.

He has a quick mind and a photographic memory since he was a child. He studied at the famous Luocheng Academy in the imperial capital, and he can be regarded as a well-read poet. These days, he is preparing for the provincial examination, which is autumn.

Whose parents are... It doesn't matter. In my memory, Xu Muyang has only had Uncle Qingye by his side since he was sensible.

For Xu Muyang, Uncle Qingye was his biological father, but he unfortunately also died of illness three years ago.

Sure enough, most rebirths cannot escape the law of having the same name and the death of both parents.

Oh my God!Why do you have to take the college entrance examination after finally being reborn? !Or the ancient version!

"what happened to him?"

"I don't know, maybe my conscience has discovered it and I'm repenting?!"

"Hmph, if confession is useful, why do you need an official? Boy, don't think you can get away with it."

"Yes, Dr. Zhongjing usually takes good care of poor people like us. He even pays for medical treatment and medicine. Boy, you can't run away."

"Correct!"

"that is!"

The people outside the door were talking a lot, their emotions gradually getting excited, their voices getting louder and louder.

Xu Muyang: "..."

Well, there is no need to worry about Qiu Wei's problem for the time being. If he is really identified as a murderer by the government, the only thing waiting for him is to be imprisoned and Qiu Hou beheaded.

Did "I" really kill someone?

Xu Muyang fell into deep self-doubt. Is his physique so unnatural? He was just killed by a bomb, and after traveling through time, he was a murderer at the beginning? !

There were so many people blocking the crime scene, and I couldn't even run away!

Trying to digest the memories in his mind, and combining it with the words of the people outside the door, Xu Muyang knew that the male deceased was Dr. Song Zhongjing, a man of high medical ethics and well-known in the capital, and the female deceased was his wife.

During the period when Uncle Qingye was ill three years ago, he himself received a lot of favors from Dr. Song, and many precious medicinal materials were given without any payment from him.

He hurriedly retrieved relevant memories in his mind, trying to determine whether it was his own hands that killed him and his wife.

however……

"Damn it, I drank it all!" Xu Muyang couldn't help but swore.

The original owner of this body had always been a strict self-discipline and never drank alcohol. The college entrance examination was approaching, no, it was approaching autumn, and it was impossible to drink alcohol.

But last night, he was uncharacteristically drunk. As a result, he couldn't recall any memories after drinking.

The picture that comes to mind is that "I" am sitting in the Tongfu Inn where I usually work as a waiter, drinking to relieve my sorrows, one cup after another, one cup after another...

No wonder I felt dizzy before. It was caused by my hangover.

At this moment, the messy crime scene, two horrifying corpses, the only drunkard present, and a bloody knife clutched in his hand... all signs indicate:

I'm a murderer! ! !

According to the "Laws of Daqi", anyone who kills must pay with his life... Xu Muyang really wanted to seriously explain to the people outside:

"Xu Wangshu did this, what does it have to do with me, Xu Muyang!"

But if he said that, he would probably be burned alive by the indignant people as if he was insane or evil.

But he had just been killed in a bombing, how about trying to break out of the encirclement by force?

Forget it... After browsing the relevant information in his mind, Xu Muyang felt dumbfounded.

Without him, this body is too... weak!

Although there are various cultivation methods in this world, the original owner is just a poor scholar with no power.

Although he inadvertently touched the threshold of the Confucian Nine-grade Tongqing Mirror by relying on his own intelligence and diligence, he could only barely achieve the ability of hearing and vision, and having bright eyes and night vision. Compared with other systems of the same generation, in terms of combat power, he can be called the fifth scum. Too crispy.

His physique is not even comparable to that of an ordinary farmer plowing the fields!

"What's the use of being good-looking? She looks like a weak little girl with a pretty face, bah!"

Xu Muyang glanced at the reflection on the ground with disdain and spat at it with a disgusted expression.

When the melon-eaters outside the medical center saw this scene, they all took a step back and became more vigilant.

An old man with a bent waist and white hair and beard asked doubtfully: "This boy from the Xu family is probably crazy."

Hearing this, the other people nodded in agreement.

"It's very possible. A few days ago, Orion Zheng from Changle Street was crying and howling at home in the middle of the night. When the officials broke in, I heard from the officer on duty that he died in a terrible way!"

"There are also Wang Orion from Anping Street, and Jiang Butcher from the same street as him. Three murder cases occurred in three consecutive days. I didn't expect that Dr. Song would also... ugh!"

"No, didn't the county magistrate lead the night patrolmen from the Prison Department to their residence yesterday to check on them? This scholar might really be..."

Having said this, everyone had expressions of regret on their faces, and their eyes looking at Xu Muyang softened a little.

Xu Muyang: "..." How about just pretending to be crazy?

At this time, the old man who had recognized his identity before said again: "Doctor Song's son has already gone to the county government to report to the county government. How about we send someone to inform the prison secretary."

Xu Muyang: "..."

After entering the Prison Suppression Department, even if no evil spirit has entered the body, the skin will still have to be peeled off. Is it necessary to end the show at the beginning? !

Bitter!Oh, wait, Xu Muyang looked at the crime scene again, no, the crime scene.

His strong desire to survive and his keen eyesight honed over years of handling cases made him instinctively feel that something about this crime scene was... not quite right!