I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 56 Reincarnated as General Bai, and then became invincible

At night, Bai Xuan returned home and lay on the chair.

I opened my phone and looked at the photos I had just taken.

Zooming in on the photo, you can see that he was just using a cheap brand of Green Bean phone. He doesn't play games on a daily basis, so it's completely sufficient for daily use. Although the pixel isn't very high, you can still clearly see the shape of the watch in the photo.

"Returning lost property is supposed to be a good deed, but it seems to have become the source of misfortune for the other person."

"It was the same this time when I went into the water to rescue someone. I should have woken up, but now I'm trapped in a dream."

"This really is a case of good intentions leading to bad consequences... and it happened twice in a row."

Bai Xuan rubbed his eyebrows, feeling helpless.

He spread out his palm, and a line faintly extended from his arm, a line that ordinary people could not perceive at all.

People need to use their five senses to perceive the outside world. The five senses are both functions of the body and extensions of the soul.

If we regard the human soul as a special energy body, it essentially interacts with the outside world.

In the eyes of true practitioners, the essence of cultivation is to absorb the spiritual essence of heaven and earth to strengthen oneself.

The other end of the line extending from his arm was tied to the woman who fell into the water.

It can be considered a cause and effect left by interfering in the fate of others, and it is also a kind of fate.

But cause and effect, and destiny are not the paths that Bai Xuan practices. If he wanted to, he could easily cut this thread and sever the connection.

But he didn't do that.

First, I became interested;

Second, they were all saved.

As for guilt and sense of responsibility, he didn't have any at all, and he didn't owe the other party anything.

But the behavioral inertia had already formed, and since he had rescued this person with his own hands, watching her become a vegetable for no apparent reason was indeed an unpleasant ending.

He stopped hesitating and made a simple decision. He went back to bed, lay down, covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes.

Start to fall asleep.

……

After Wen Nanyu lost consciousness underwater.

She had a dream.

She knew she was dreaming.

But I can't wake up and I'm out of control.

She came to a small villa, which was not part of her memory. She did not remember the villa, nor the scenery here or the foggy street.

There are billboards hanging on both sides of the street, flashing neon lights.

There was not a single pedestrian on the street. The air was filled with heavy fog, which seemed to stick to the body, and the whole body was emitting a little bit of coldness.

The sound of old records drifted from the villa. The sound quality was very rough, with a strong sense of old Shanghai style.

As soon as the song started, Wen Nanyu walked towards the villa uncontrollably.

Walking on the red carpet under my feet, I walked towards the source of the sound.

The red carpet feels very soft and sticky, like stepping on beaten meat paste.

There is only one kind of decoration in the house, and that is the paintings... All the paintings are of the same woman, her back.

Wen Nanyu walked all the way to the master bedroom on the second floor, reached out and pushed the door open. With a creak... the wooden door made a teeth-grinding sound. The somewhat hazy singing voice suddenly became loud and piercing, and the picture filled with white mist also became clear.

The woman in the portrait was sitting in front of the dressing table. She tilted her head and was combing her hair, holding the comb and combing it over and over again.

Every time I comb my hair, my long black hair starts to grow.

In Wen Nanyu's horrified sight, the hair spread on the ground like silk, filling the floor of the room, and even like branches, climbing up the walls, moving along the walls, covering her from all directions.

Her scalp was numb and she wanted to struggle, but she couldn't move. She could only watch as the black hair surrounded her and attacked her. Her limbs entangled in the hair became cold and gradually lost consciousness. It felt like bugs were crawling under her flesh. She tried her best to lower her eyes and look over.

Seeing the black hair sucking the 'blood' from her body like a leech.

There should have been no blood in the dream. What she lost was not blood, but something more important.

"Who are you……"

She opened her mouth with difficulty and asked: "Why me..."

Black hair rushed over and entered her mouth.

The woman combing her hair didn't turn around, but just laughed at the mirror. The laughter accompanied by the singing was extremely creepy.

Wen Nanyu's eyes rolled back, and he felt as if his internal organs were being eaten by the other party, leaving only the outermost skin.

A critical moment.

boom--!
The windows shattered.

Flaming arrows shot through the windows.

Dozens of arrows set fire to the long black hair that filled the house.

The woman in front of the dressing mirror made a strange, unclear sound, and the gramophone playing the record seemed to be stuck and stopped moving.

Instead...

The sound of war drums!
The sound of horse hooves!
The sound of metal clashing, shouting, fighting and roaring!
After his black hair was burned and cut off, Wen Nanyu fell to the ground and retched continuously. Although he didn't understand what happened, he felt like he was saved.

But when he looked up, he was stunned.

The original small houses and streets full of the style of the last century are gone, replaced by burning sand fields.

In the distance, tens of thousands of soldiers were fighting.

The banners were waving, the drums were beating... The huge siege puppets as big as hills collided with each other, and the shock wave generated by the vibration directly made the soldiers within a radius of hundreds of meters vomit blood. The deafening sound made Wen Nanyu cover his ears and still feel the vibration pressing on his skin.

"..."

The girl was dumbfounded. It was just a horror movie scene, but how did it suddenly turn into the Battle of Giant Deer?

She doesn't understand.

The female ghost in front of the dressing table was even more confused.

A team nearby discovered this place, and dozens of cavalrymen formed a formation and began to charge.

The female ghost tried to let out a sharp howl, and her jet-black hair stabbed around like a sharp sword, with such power that it could easily pierce through the earth and rocks.

but……

The target of her attack was the fully armed elite cavalry, who were the elite cavalry of a country during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period and were very good at guerrilla combat tactics.

In this dream battlefield, the strength it can exert is based on the memory of the owner of the dream.

The female ghost could not gain any advantage under the siege of this group of iron cavalry. Even if she knocked down one or two of them, it could not change the fact that she was trapped and beaten.

She suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the gramophone beside her, her hair embedded in it. The gramophone started playing the sound again, but what came out was no longer singing, but the wailing of a woman.

The howling spread, and the surrounding ground exploded inch by inch, and dozens of cavalrymen were buried in the ground.

The female ghost turned her head and looked at Wen Nanyu again.

She knew she should run away, but where could she go on this battlefield?
And this is a dream, not reality.

There was nothing she could do but hope in her heart for a miracle to happen.

Da da da--!
The sound of horse hooves was heard everywhere.

Approaching from behind.

Turning back, he saw a white horse leaping forward. A general, covered in a bronze demonic mask, rode the horse with one hand, a silver spear in his right, charging forward, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
The silver spear flew out of his hand and suddenly turned into a streak of lightning, instantly piercing through the phonograph in the ghost woman's hand.

This scene came into view clearly, stunning Wen Nanyu's eyes.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the other person seemed to turn his head and glance at her.

On the battlefield, General Bai Ma looked down at the female ghost from a high position.

The scenery behind it also began to produce a kind of visual illusion of the intersection of time and space, as if two different paintings were connected.

Behind the female ghost are the Western-style buildings and the foggy streets; behind the white-horse general are the battlefields and the roaring drums of war.

The former is difficult to maintain, while the latter is strongly suppressed.

The gap is huge and obvious at a glance.

Even Wen Nanyu, who knew nothing, could see the female ghost's embarrassment at the moment. The landscape behind her was already full of cracks, as if it could shatter at any time.

The female ghost is very scary.

And this white horse warrior is even more powerful than her.

But Wen Nanyu didn't think he was that scary. Instead, she was thinking about it in a rather off-topic way, wondering what he looked like under the mask... It was obvious that her mentality was inexplicably relaxed, or perhaps it was because she knew she couldn't resist, so she just started fighting.

Then came another misfortune.

The female ghost was unwilling to sit and wait for death, so she revealed her true form. All the scenery behind her was blended together and stuffed into her body. In an instant, the female ghost turned into a western-style building. Countless paintings in the building sprouted black hair, which then turned into bright red blood vessels. The entire building seemed to have become a living thing.

This twisted and strange giant rushed directly towards the white horse general, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and smelly blood.

This is just a scene in a dream.

But it was too embarrassing, Wen Nanyu didn't dare to look closely and closed his eyes in fear.

After a few seconds, all the noise subsided.

The surrounding scene returned to its battlefield appearance.

The White Horse Warrior stood there unharmed, while the female ghost lay on the ground, dying... It was obvious that her last fight was of no use at all.

The winner has been decided, now...

Wen Nanyu saw the general turn around, and his deep eyes under the bronze ghost mask were staring at her.

My life is at an end...

The girl bit her lower lip and made a pitiful expression as if to say 'Gu, kill me'.

But the next moment, the pain did not come.

Her body lightened.

He was lifted up by a tall general and placed on horseback.

The general patted the white horse's buttocks lightly and said lightly: "Go."

The white horse neighed and galloped away into the distance.

"Wait!" Wen Nanyu raised her hand and wanted to ask, "I haven't figured everything out yet..."

She didn't have time to figure anything out.

But the heroic general's figure was getting farther and farther away.

She stretched out her hand but couldn't stop him, so she grabbed the horse's mane and let the white horse take her out of the dream.

I don't know when the surrounding scenes have formed a vortex, and countless images are flowing, like a corridor made up of memories.

Wen Nanyu saw her own memories, as well as some memories that did not belong to her. Some of the images reflected the general wearing the bronze ghost mask.

Just before the white horse ran to the end, she seemed to see a frozen picture showing the general's stunning profile when he took off his mask.

……

On the battlefield of dreams.

Bai Xuanxin walked to the front of the female ghost.

Should we say that she is too unlucky, or too lucky.

The identity he was in the dream at this moment was called 'Bai Wuji'.

In Baishi Chongxiu, Bai Wuji also ranks quite high. He can be in the top ten in terms of combat power and in the top five in terms of achievements.

The era at that time happened to be the heyday of the Qin Dynasty, and he encountered a heroic ruler who was eager to expand the territory.

Just three words are enough to prove its value.

——Champion Marquis!

She said she was so unlucky that she encountered such a monster-level incarnation in her dream and there was no way she could win;

But she was also very lucky. She was not torn apart by the evil spirit of the battlefield and was able to hold on until she fell asleep.

Bai Xuan pulled out the silver spear 'Three Armies' from the ground. This weapon had been lost for many years and now only had a little weight in his hand. Dreams are ultimately illusory.

He looked directly into the ghost girl's face.

The silver spear fell.

The female ghost turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared in the dream.

I thought this would be the end.

However, a firefly-sized light spot emerged from the green smoke that the dead female ghost turned into.

Bai Xuan bent down to pick it up, and when he touched it, some vague scenes of the past appeared in his eyes.

...You said you would come back to see me...

...I've been waiting for you for a long, long time...

Why haven't you come to see me yet?

...I don't want to wait anymore...

……

On the bed, Bai Xuan opened his eyes.

There was another thicker black thread on the wrist, pulling in an even farther direction.

"If you want to resolve this matter, you must go and see his true self."

"Looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight..."

"Cause and effect have not yet been resolved, so why not go out for a walk with a candle?"

He got up, put on his clothes, and quietly pushed the door open and walked out amid the old man's snoring.

……

Taxis are parked on the street.

The old driver turned down the volume of the radio and asked, "Where are you going so late, young man?"

"Shanghai."

"Wow!" The old driver perked up: "It will take at least six hours to drive there. I worked all day. How about I find you someone in the group..."

"Master." Bai Xuan had no choice but to change his words: "Please go to the high-speed rail station."

"Oh……"

(End of this chapter)