Chapter 1 [Singer Master Is Alive]

At the end of September 2000, a small valley village called Lagarh, located at the junction of India's Swaziland and Madhya Pradesh, was very lively. This kind of bustle is not a very festive bustle, but a very, very, even a little scary bustle, and everyone, regardless of gender, old or young. Regardless of their status, all of them knelt in the direction of Lagar Valley, praying very devoutly facing the towering sand-yellow Singer Castle.

I pray that the owner of the castle can turn the crisis around, otherwise they, the so-called untouchables, really don't know how to survive. Without their master, untouchables like them will lose the cheap land for farming. How to feed a family of more than ten people is a critical moment that affects the life and death of these so-called untouchables. No one dared to neglect, even the little children who were naked, barefooted and covered in black and snotty noses followed their parents and brothers and prayed to the almighty Lord Shiva.

And on the high ground directly above the valley, a sandy-yellow two-story stone castle was even more chaotic. A few days ago, Brahmin priests invited from Udaipur, hundreds of kilometers away, and doctors from the local hospital were urgently performing prayers or medical examinations on a 14-year-old boy lying in bed.

This boy is slightly fat and only 1.6 meters tall. He is 14 years old. This boy’s name is Belsinger. He was a landowner from Lagar Village and a Kshatriya nobleman from the second highest caste in India. Although the boy was wearing a set of expensive sky-blue Indian uniforms made of pure cotton, he was still lying on the bed. His face was pale, his head was sweating, his lips were purple, and his muscles all over his body were tense and trembling, as if he was experiencing something painful.

At this time, an old man with a white beard in his 60s wearing a gray robe and leaning on a cane felt extremely distressed as he looked at the 14-year-old boy lying on the bed. Tears and sweat were flowing down his face, and he shivered and asked the doctor next to him who was responsible for examining the little boy's body.

"Dr. Ram, my master, what is wrong with Mr. Belsinger's body? Why is there no external injury? Mr. Belsinger has been in a coma for five days. If he doesn't eat or drink, what will happen to his body if he continues like this? Can you bear it? Doctor Tom, I beg you to save our master, no matter how much it costs, our Singer family will pay as usual."

Dr. Ram, who was invited from hundreds of kilometers away, took off the stethoscope from his ear, sighed slightly and shook his head. He looked at the old housekeeper Jamal and shook his head very unbearably. "Butler Jamal, it's not that I don't try my best. I have checked the body of Mr. Belsinger. There is nothing wrong with his internal organs, limbs or even brain."

"But he is in a state of self-isolated consciousness and severe coma, and there is no way to wake him up. As you said, it has been four or five days. I think if he doesn't wake up in another two days, you should prepare for the funeral. ”

As soon as the good guy Dr. Ram finished speaking, old housekeeper Kamal took four or five steps back in shock and suddenly fell down on the precious Persian carpet. Looking at the unconscious little boy on the bed with dull eyes, he burst into tears. It didn't matter to the 60-year-old housekeeper Jamal. Suddenly the atmosphere in the whole room reached its peak of sadness, and the dozen or so servants in the room began to cry.

I was so sad that I couldn't even hear the Brahmin elders praying to Lord Shiva beside me. , hearing such miserable cries, my heart tightened. Whether they are old people, middle-aged people, or even teenagers who know a little bit about things, they are extremely shocked when they hear such sadness and pain. Even his eyes began to lose the light of survival and became dull. He sat there on his knees in a daze, not knowing what to do next.

Good guy, the whole village of Lagar was shouting loudly and bursting into tears. It looked like the end of the world. Everyone really didn't know how they would live if Belhin's grandfather really died. Who can protect them, untouchables, from being bullied by high-caste people outside, and who can protect them from starving to death in drought years.

Who can protect these so-called untouchables from having clothes to wear, a house to live in, and food to eat? Why are the gods so cruel and insist on depriving them, Shudras, who are healthy people, of the hope of survival? Why should their protector Lord Belhind be deprived of his life? What on earth did the 14-year-old Mr. Belsinger do wrong that angered the gods to bring such a disaster, and they had to take away the soul of Mr. Belsinger?

Could it be that he was treated so unfairly just because he saw the dead body of a Chinese traveler drifting down the mountain a few days ago? Mr. Belsinger is a real Kshatriya. The authentic reborn caste has a noble status. Isn't it better than a Chinese traveler? Please open the eyes of all the gods in the sky. The kind-hearted Mr. Belsinger is only 14 years old.

At this time, in the minds of these people who were crying and crying, the little boy named Mr. Belsinger was lying on the bed, although he was unconscious. But a life-and-death battle was going on inside his head. Two souls were fighting and devouring each other in the mind of this 14-year-old boy, and the battle was fierce. No one can do anything to anyone. You bite me, I bite you, you devour a part of me, and I devour a part of you. This stalemate has been going on for five days.

Now it has reached the limit that the little boy can bear. After several days of repeated struggles, the Chinese soul finally took the lead. After devouring the soul of the 14-year-old boy, it has completely controlled the body of this 14-year-old boy, but the Hindus believe in the rebirth race in the caste system for thousands of years. That is, Brahmans, Kshatriyas, and Vaishyas are not vegetarians. Although their souls have been devoured, they have also marked all their memories in the depths of their souls.

The 14-year-old boy who just took control of his body was a Chinese hiker named Wang Guo. He traveled to the back mountain of the Lagar Valley six nights ago. But he didn't expect to encounter a leopard just after setting up camp. In addition, Wang Guo was highly myopic and it was pitch black all around. He was in a panic and plunged into the holy lake called Singh Lake in the back mountain and drowned.

Wang Guo felt that this body was very weak, his stomach was empty, and the stomach acid was rising and he felt a burning sensation in both the esophagus and the trachea. The limbs were weak and the breathing was short. The heart was like a roller coaster. Every time it hit, the body trembled.

And I heard the cries of men and women. The strange thing was that I could hear what they were shouting. What were they saying? What were they reciting? The soul of Wang Guo began to take control of this body little by little, and cursed in his heart.

"God is so unfair. I was just preparing to take some pictures of tigers in the forest. I was wearing a camouflage net. How could I be so unlucky that I was chased by a leopard and drowned in the lake. I ended up in this remote rural land in India. God is unfair to me. What did I do wrong to treat me like this? I don't accept it."

"Ah?"

I didn't expect that Wang Guoyi was so anxious that he broke through the shackles and completely took control of the body of this 14-year-old boy and shouted.

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