Chapter 1 Dead Man's Pit

It rained all day and night, and in the dead man's pit outside the military camp, a hand stretched out.

The night watchman lost his lantern in fright, and fled back to the barracks to report to the corps commander.

Together with the soldiers, the corporal leader carried a long knife and a lamp, and went out to check.

The two of them looked around and saw a figure sitting quietly among the dead bodies in the pouring rain.

The corporal lit a lantern and looked at it from a distance, but he saw a soldier, wearing a tattered standard leather armor, leaning on a pile of heads, with his back to the lights.

The corporal clenched his long sword and asked in a deep voice, "Who is in front?"

Across the rain curtain, only a vague voice could be heard: "The soldiers in the Xia Qianfeng Battalion are seriously injured and can't move."

Can't move?

The corporal leader's expression slowed down, and he stepped forward with a knife and said: "It turns out to be the brother of the forward camp, come, I will help you up."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, die."

The long knife broke through the rain curtain, turned into a cold light, and slashed straight at the man's neck.

The corps chief's knife was extremely vicious, and the timing was right. The man's head was chopped off directly and rolled into the depths of the corpse pit.

One shot!

Wu Chang grinned and retracted his long knife, suddenly his face changed: "What—"

A figure rose into the sky from the pile of corpses under the man, and the cold light in his hand wiped the arm of the corporal.

The arm and the long knife were slashed and flew out, and a blood mist exploded from the broken arm, scattered in the wind and night rain.

When the pain came, Wu Chang's face showed an unbelievable look, and a figure jumping high was reflected in his pupils.

A short sword enlarged in front of the corporal.

With a thud, the dagger pierced into the eye socket.

The pain lasted only for a brief moment, and then it was pitch black.

After counting interest.

The boy pulled the dagger out of the corporal's eye socket.

The corpse leader's body fell straight backwards and fell into the mud.

The boy held the dagger and stood silently on the spot.

The night rain cracked down, and the muddy water on the boy's face was washed away, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes became sharp.

Under his feet, the corporal's stomach bulged suddenly, and there was a strange gurgling sound in his stomach.

The teenager took a deep breath, held the sword in both hands, and stabbed it with all his strength according to the corporal's stomach.

An inhuman scream came, and a layer of black mist spewed out of the corporal's stomach, and his belly was ups and downs, as if something was struggling desperately.

With a clatter, the corporal's belly was torn open, and a dark, thin paw stuck out.

Before waiting for the action of the terrifying ghost claw, the young man shook the hilt of the sword with both hands.

"die!"

The boy spit out a word.

The crazily twisting corpse froze suddenly, and the ghost claw slowly fell down unwillingly, no longer making any movements.

Everything is silent.

The stench of black blood slowly spread from under the Corps Chief's body.

Seeing this layer of black blood, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out his dagger.

He looked down at the strange corpse on the ground and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Such a strange situation, I don't know what the quest reward will be?"

With three points of anticipation, the young man said lightly, "System!"

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

Time passed silently, but nothing happened.

In the dark night, only the sound of wind blowing and rain falling can be heard incessantly.

The young man tilted his head unexpectedly, and looked back and forth—the pit of death behind him, the corpse of the devil at his feet, and not far in front, a soldier slumped to the ground in fright, and his lips were trembling.

"strangeness."

The teenager asked in confusion: "The task has not been completed yet?"

The system remained silent, indicating that the task was not completed.

The young man looked at the soldier and suddenly felt that something had been ignored by him.

The young man thought for a while, and moved forward with difficulty, but almost fell into the mud.

Just now, I concentrated on beheading the devil, but I didn't feel it for a while, but now that I relax, I find that my body hurts everywhere, it hurts like hell.

The two legs are like lead, and every step they take requires all their strength.

This is very wrong.

At the moment when the doomsday came, he used all his strength to kill the final demon master, but he did not quit the game. Instead, he entered this inexplicable place with a whole body of pain.

Where is this?

The teenager frowned, staggered to the soldier, and gave a military salute.

"Xiaoqiying, Gu Qingshan is here to report."

"You, you, you killed Shangguan!" the soldier stammered.

"He's not human." Gu Qingshan said while looking at the soldier.

Soldiers wore old-style leather armor, which didn't even have a spiritual power drive device—even an army that was not valued would not wear such antique stuff.

Gu Qingshan looked at himself, and he was actually an antique, and the original equipment was gone.

This is strange.

The soldier cast a quick glance at the dead man's pit, and the corporal's weird corpse was still lying motionless in the mud.

The soldier hesitated: "But... but when you killed him, how did you know he was not human?"

Gu Qingshan spread his hands and said: "I just took care a little, he moved first."

Gu Qingshan walked back again and dragged the corps leader's body to the soldiers and let them examine them carefully.

"Look, this is a skinned gorefiend."

Gu Qingshan used a short sword to peel off the corporal's belly, but inside was a monster with a dark body, vertical pupils, and a ferocious face.

Witnessing the corpse of the monster made the soldiers even more shocked.

The soldier recalled his comrades who had died inexplicably in the past few days. In addition to fear in his heart, he finally felt a little grateful to the young man.

The soldier stabilized his mind and asked, "Your name is Gu Qingshan?"

"right."

"Xiaoqi Camp?"

"right."

"What about the waist card?"

Gu Qingshan took out his waist card, looked at it himself, and then threw it to the other party for inspection.

This waist card is heavier than he imagined.

With today's refining technology, the identity waist card can be refined as light as a page of paper, why is this waist card on my body as heavy as a scale.

The young man became more and more suspicious.

The soldier took the waist card and took a closer look, and it really had the words "Xiaoqiying Gu Qingshan" on it, and the entire waist card was full of vitality.

Waist cards are real.

The soldier let out a long breath, the tension on his face faded, showing a look of exhaustion: "Finally, a living person has come, hurry up, you can't stay outside for long, you quickly follow me into the barracks."

That's right, Gu Qingshan nodded slightly: "Okay."

The soldier handed back his waist badge, turned and walked towards the camp.

Gu Qingshan took the waist card and took a closer look.

——This waist card is not only heavy, but the whole texture is actually bronze, with a few words engraved on the surface, clumsy and ugly, and it is completely outdated.

outdated style...

Gu Qingshan only felt that a light flashed in his heart, and an indescribable fear hit his heart.

He raised his head sharply, his eyes locked on the soldier in front.

Old-fashioned leather armor.

The answer was so bizarre that Gu Qingshan couldn't help but ask loudly, "Brother, what year is it now?"

The soldier turned his head and looked at him strangely: "It's the 681st year of Chengping."

Gu Qing Shan was stunned.

Suddenly, the waterfall-like data stream turned into a frantic blue light, like a raging wave, flashing through Gu Qingshan's eyes.

boom--

A cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded.

"The current time is confirmed as the last year of Chengping."

"The flow of time is stable, and it is confirmed that it is separated from the turbulent flow of time and space."

"Judgment: Successfully escape from the apocalypse!"

"Identity reset was successful, and my current identity is: Soldier of the Human Frontier Army Xiaoqi Battalion."

The system was finally activated, but Gu Qingshan had no joy in his heart, he just felt that the scene in front of him could not be believed.

How can it be the last year of Chengping, the game has not yet started this year!

This is a past time that only exists in the game background and history. Humans in the real world have not officially entered this terrifying game world.

It will be a year later when players enter the game.

Did he go back to before the game started?

Then in the real world, do you also return to the past in reality?

Gu Qingshan's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but look around.

Ahead, the soldiers walked further and had already crossed the gate of the barracks.

On the door of the barracks, a ray of spiritual light that concealed the magic circle occasionally appeared.

Looking beyond the barracks and looking into the distance, deep in the dark and desolate wilderness, you can vaguely see a huge blurred figure, disappearing in a flash in the torrential rain.

Gu Qingshan slowly raised his arm, opened his mouth and took a bite.

A row of clear tooth prints appeared on the arm, and blood beads gradually oozing out of the deep bite.

It hurts!

This is not a dream!

Gu Qingshan was like a sculpture, standing motionless in the torrential rain, letting the cold rain fall from the sky and drenched his body.