Sparrow God Reborn

On the evening of July, the violent wind and heavy rain blew the locust tree in front of the door to the ground. The shadow of the tree in the rustling sounded like a whirling ghost, which added a bit of sadness for no reason.

The rainwater rushed down the roof of the shed, and half of the sticky plastic paper was blown away, exposing a hole the size of a washbasin, which was miserable.The rest of the water scrambled in along the blown hole, bringing the dirt on the roof, the corpses of rats, cigarette butts and scum along with the pouring rain.

As soon as Ding Yuan opened his eyes, he felt an overwhelming flood, with the smell of mud and a red plastic bag, splashing all over his face and choking the sand in his mouth.

He quickly turned over and his mind went blank for three seconds.

who is he?What's his name?Where is he?

After three seconds, he realized that he was Ding Yuan.

But the last second he was still in the cell listening to his roommate snoring and insomnia, he finally fell asleep, why suddenly there was a hole in the top of the cell?What about the snoring inmates?

In an instant, countless conjectures flashed through Ding Yuan's mind.

The sound of the wind and rain outside pierced my ears, and it was hurried and terrifying at night.

He casually touched a rope-like thing beside the bed, pulled it subconsciously, and the room was brightly lit up.

It is said to be bright, but it is actually very dim, but in the dark night, the only light source can always allow him to see the surrounding environment clearly.

It's a very, very, very run-down house.

The walls are piled up with broken bricks and red mud, and newspapers are pasted all over the wall. The beds are also made of bricks, with a few beds of tattered wadding randomly placed on them. See unknown yellow smear.There were no pillows, just a piece of clothing folded at the head of the bed.

Ding Yuan looked at another side.

The room was empty, with a bed, a big wooden box, a table and a chair with a broken bowl, black chopsticks, and dust in it. It was obvious that no one had eaten for a long time.

Ding Yuan walked around the house twice, and he was sure that this is a shack.

Shed, since he studied art with Maohu, he has never lived in such a dilapidated house.

The mud and plastic paper on the roof are useless. Rainwater seeps in along the mud walls and floats in through the openings above the head. There is no place in the house that can shelter the rain, and the ground is full of water.He casually pulled a piece of newspaper from the wall to cover his head from the rain, feeling a strange sense of disobedience in his heart.

It seemed that something important had been overlooked by him.

What the hell is going on?

Ding Yuan scratched his head, his body froze suddenly.

He slowly closed his hands and clenched them into fists. After a pause, he stretched out his fists and opened his hands again.

The dim light clearly illuminates the dilapidated houses in all directions, and also clearly illuminates a pair of hands, a pair of intact hands.

Five fingers, complete, not one missing, this is not his hand!

Ding Yuan stared at his hand in shock, suddenly closed his eyes fiercely, and then opened them again!

The five fingers are long and short, and the little finger of the right hand is intact, not a lump, slender and flexible.

Ding Yuan suddenly realized something, he wanted to check his phone, and realized that he was naked from the upper body, he walked around the room twice, and finally found a shard of glass.

It should be a broken corner of the mirror, and it was placed in the drawer of the table. Maybe the owner was reluctant to throw it away, so he kept it there.Just enough to see his face clearly.

As soon as the photo was taken, Ding Yuan gasped and cursed, "I'll go!"

It's not his face either!

The hands are not his hands, the face is not his face, needless to say, this body is not his body either.He seems to have become "someone else"!

what is this?Resurrect the dead?Soul possession?

The wind outside was louder, and the window made of wooden frame was blown open with a "snap", and the rapid rainwater immediately hit the wooden box in front of the window, making a fine and rapid sound.

Ding Yuan's eyes fell on the heavy and heavy box.

After a long time, he walked over, squatted in front of the box, raised his hand, and opened the lid of the box.

The box was large but empty. Inside was a photograph and a square of paper.

Ding Yuan opened the paper and found it was a suicide note.

The education level of the person who wrote the suicide note should not be high, the handwriting is crooked like a primary school student, and there are many typos.Ding Yuan read it hard, but he still understood it.

This body, which is Ding Yuan's current owner of this face, is a country boy, his parents left early, relying on relatives for relief, and started working as a carpenter after graduating from junior high school.This year, I was going to come to the city to make a fortune, but I was dragged into gambling. Not only did I get all the money I saved from my wife over the years, but I also owed a huge amount of debt. The huge debt is too heavy to pay, even if I add up all my life, I will pay it. Unclear, the debt collector gave an ultimatum a few days ago, if you don't pay back the money, you will lose your life.

Thinking that he would die anyway, he might as well end it by himself. Anyway, living is boring. He has no relatives or friends and he is alone.It's just that the only thing I hate is that Zhou Xing, the person who pulled him into the casino at the beginning, is now trying to press for debts regardless of his fellow countrymen...

I didn’t write any more later, Ding Yuan picked up the photo and looked at it, it was a yellowish black and white photo, it must have been taken a long time ago.The young woman above has two braids, with delicate features, and the man also has a bookish face. There is a baby in the middle of the two of them. I guess it is the deity.

Ding Yuan refolded the suicide note, only to see a dead mouse lying on the quilt beside the bed, probably blown down from the hole in the roof by the rain.There is an empty pesticide bottle on the tip of the dead mouse's tail.

He committed suicide by drinking pesticide.

The matter was very obvious, the deity who owed a lot of debt committed suicide by drinking pesticide, and somehow Ding Yuan woke up and became the deity.

He glanced at his own virtue, he was wearing a pair of shorts, and he didn't even leave a pair of underwear for him.Being so poor, it seems that he really lost everything.Ding Yuan also understood why the house is all made of wood, wooden boxes, wooden tables and wooden chairs, although the wood is not of good quality, the craftsmanship is not bad, so the deity is a carpenter.

A craftsman eats with his hands, but unfortunately, Ding Yuan looked down at his intact hands, his hands were infected with gambling addiction, and he couldn't hold tools anymore.

Mao Hu, Ding Yuan's master, once said to him: There are three types of gamblers in the world. One type is just looking for fun but not results, and enjoys the exquisite fun and mystery of the game. there will be you.The other is to seek both fun and results, just like those grandparents in the chess and card club.There is another kind of gambler who only seeks results but not pleasure.He said: Small gambles are fun and big gambles are harmful to the body. The nature of gamblers is greed, so you see, they will not hesitate to agree to anything that allows them to get the highest return at the cost of the largest bet, regardless of whether it actually includes maximum risk.

The deity should be a gambler, but he is just a gambler just getting started. Zhou Xing, the so-called fellow from the same country, who he never forgets in his suicide note, is the one who leads the gambler on the road.

This kind of people can't be regarded as "gambling", their essence is "cheat".

No one would be so unlucky and lose nine times out of ten. If it is really a game out of ten, only fools will continue to fight.

Before meeting Mao Hu, Ding Yuan had seen many such things.To win a small amount of money, to taste some sweetness, when the gambler firmly believes that his own time will come and go, and when the God of Gamblers possesses him, it is time for something to happen.

Zhou Xing is a matchmaker, and betting with the deity, [-]% out of a thousand.

It is better to say that he was cheated and lost all his money than losing his fortune through gambling.

He was thinking about it, when suddenly, there was a fierce slap on the wooden door, and the wooden door hit by his fist was extremely fragile, as if it was about to be smashed open.

Then with a "bang", the door was really kicked open from the outside, and the wind and rain drifted into the dark room, making the vicious face of the visitor even more terrifying.

Two burly men stepped into the door and lifted Ding Yuan up like chickens.

"Hao Meng! It's time to pay back the money! Bring the money!"

Ding Yuan was still thinking, if you pay back the money, you will pay back the money, why should you praise yourself for being so cute?But now that I think about it, when I looked at my deity in the mirror just now, this face really looks pretty good, but...

"Stop talking nonsense with him!" The black and strong man was as angry as a butcher on a rainy night, and said sullenly: "If you don't have money, you will take your life!"

"Wait!" Ding Yuan said suddenly.

The two stared at him.

"I'm rich." He swallowed, "I'm really rich."