Mythological origin

Chapter 1 Rebirth
"Here... where is it?"

In a dilapidated temple that was ventilated on all sides, a young man covered in wounds and dizzy slowly opened his eyes.

Unexpectedly, he happened to meet a sneaky man who tried to "pick up the corpse", and the snake-eyed big man looked at each other.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Ghost!"

The guilty man with the beard was frightened by the young man who "deceived the corpse", he jumped a few steps away and even knocked down some tables and chairs.

……

"boom!"

The clay bowl containing water on the table fell to the ground.

"What's the noise?!"

Hearing the commotion in the ruined temple, not long after, a few military men who looked like soldiers walked in swaggeringly, surrounded by an old man in Taoist robes in the middle.

"It's okay, just turned over a table and sprinkled some water."

Seeing the water spilled all over the ground, the old man seemed to have made a good guess about what happened.

……

"These untouchables are really half-dead and restless." The leading soldier spat and cursed secretly.

"Why don't you help the table quickly? Don't disturb the nobleman!"

The leading soldier patted the knife on his waist, pointed at the big man who was still slumped on the ground and hadn't recovered from his senses, and threatened that he was obviously the culprit, as if he was going to cut someone if he didn't agree with him.

"Yes, yes, sir."

The bearded man who was still in shock, under the threat of a long knife at his waist, hastily smiled and crawled to clean up the scene.

The posture is as low as you want to swing, and you dare not even raise your head more tremblingly.

Because he has been here for a while, but he knows very well that these guys in front of him really regard human life as nothing.

As for the damn thing, he didn't dare to mention a word more.

……

Just now he saw a dead man with a small jade pendant hanging around his neck, which seemed to be worth some money, so he became greedy and wanted to keep it for himself.

In the end, he didn't expect that the other party woke up just when he was about to make a move, and stared directly at him, which shocked him who was guilty of guilt.

"Is that really a living person..." The big man recalled the boy's injuries.

There are at least seven or eight piercing wounds, and more than a dozen slashing wounds. The tattered white clothes have already been soaked in blood, turning half red and half white.

The big man thought to himself, if he had suffered such an injury, he would probably have stopped cooking long ago.

How can He De, a thin young man, survive in this situation.

"Could it be that it's just a flashback?" He boldly looked at the blood-stained boy again.

Coincidentally, the two eyes collided again.

However, it might not be appropriate to describe it as a collision. It was simply a sledgehammer smashing tofu.

He was even more skeptical that the other party was not human at all!

The big man once followed a hunting team in the wild, and saw a white-fronted tiger with eye-catching eyes weighing a thousand catties.

That ferocious tiger's claws could break a strong man's tendons and bones, and the hunting team of dozens of people were killed in pieces, but the moment they looked into the eyes of the tiger was far less shocking than today.

……

"Ah Qi, this one, this one, and these two, give them a ride, so as not to suffer."

Not to mention the shock of the big man, the old man in a Taoist robe scanned the ruined temple with his sharp eyes, then pointed to the most seriously injured people and said.

No matter what thoughts the accused person had or whether he wanted to live or not, in a few words, the old man pronounced their death sentence, which would be executed immediately without appeal.

"Yes sir."

Behind the old man, the young men who looked like guards had to draw their swords, and each of them easily and neatly ended their painful groans.

"Master, there is still..."

The guard named Ah Qi licked the blood that was still slightly warm on the sword, and pointed the sword at the blood-covered boy.

In the end, all he got was a frown from the old man.

Only then did Ah Qi, who was addicted to blood, realize that he was meddling.

As a servant of the guard, he actually wanted to decide who to kill for the master, so he quickly put away his sword and his bloodthirsty face, bowed his head and quietly retreated back without saying a word.

Seeing this, the old man slowly relaxed his brows.

……

Facing such a killing god, the people in the ruined temple did not dare to take a breath, for fear that the master would frown again and take him away with a single knife.

The old and the young didn't pay attention to the situation in the ruined temple any more, and turned to leave.

As for the weak young man who caused the disturbance in the first place, Ah Qi didn't dare to look any further, and the old man didn't pay any more attention.

……

"Those who can still move, climb out to eat your food, and get up and leave within a quarter of an hour after eating."

After the old man left, the military leader with a knife on his waist said this sentence in the ruined temple that was temporarily used as a cannon fodder camp.

They were a rebel army, and those in the ruined temple were all cannon fodder who had been captured and used up their arrows. To these cannon fodder, the leader of the elite Hugang battalion naturally didn't take them seriously.

……

"With such a serious injury, besides walking a bit slower, you can still eat like a normal person?" The bearded man once again strengthened his belief that the other party was definitely not human.

It's a pity that people in their world don't have the concept of zombies, otherwise his first reaction is probably that the other party has become a zombie.

There were dozens of wounds all over his body. The boy seemed to have no pain, and he still moved his body a lot, not caring whether it would make the injury worse.

……

The food in the cannon fodder camp was very poor, and there was no need to think about steamed buns made of white flour. On the dilapidated wooden table, there were strange roots dug out from nowhere.

Some looked like radishes, some looked like sweet potatoes, and some didn't look like edible things. They were more or less muddy, obviously just dug out of the ground.

As for hygiene?No one cares, after all, how long they can live is still unknown.

As a group of poor people who were forcibly captured and used as cannon fodder, the rebel soldiers would not treat them as human beings, they were just sandbags that consumed arrows and physical strength.

And the officers and soldiers will only regard them as military exploits who can walk, and hold the heads of the cannon fodder as traitors to seek rewards from their superiors.

……

"I'm... Bai Mo?" The boy sorted out the information in his mind while chewing on the root-shaped object.

After waking up from the coma, countless memories filled his mind.

In his previous life, he was Bai Mo, the invincible Demon Yang Daoist in the Daochen Realm.

When trying to step out of the Dao of Heaven, because I accidentally exposed my essence as a time traveler, I couldn't tolerate it in this world.

Countless passers-by who had only met once, all turned into robbers and attacked.

Even with his own peerless strength, he killed them until their heads rolled, and he used violence to kill them back.

But in the end, because of the accumulated injuries, he had to use a ray of remnant soul to break through the space and be reborn under the pressure of the thunder of the catastrophe, which was repeated again and again after the human catastrophe.

This young man who died in the chaos happened to be the target of the remnant soul.

(End of this chapter)