Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

They were old after all; their warhorses were old, weak, sick, and disabled, no longer young and agile, and could not compare with the young and strong steeds of the feudal lords. The blades in their hands were also covered with cracks from years of fighting.

This is a war that is likely to fail before it even begins.

The entire army was like a flickering candle in the rainy night, destined to be extinguished and suffer defeat.

Not a single veteran survived; they all perished on the battlefield, along with their general.

Song Shoucheng also died. He was stabbed to death by several iron spears. Hot, turbid tears fell from his weathered face. His only remaining eye was bloodshot, and he was becoming increasingly unconscious.

"what!!!"

He let out a mournful roar like a wild beast, filled with deep hatred. He could only watch helplessly as his general staggered and was pierced through the heart by an enemy spear, dying on the spot, his sword clattering to the ground.

With a "thud," Song Shoucheng was shot again, his body riddled with bloody holes, and he collapsed, exhausted.

On his deathbed, he sobbed and wept, feeling miserable for himself and for the fate of the general.

His life came to an end. The old soldier's body rotted away under the scorching flames of war and the relentless erosion of rain, eventually turning into a puddle of mud.

Chapter 543 Mortal Transformation, Walking Through the Long River of Time 2

This is the first incarnation of the Chaotic Dao Body, and also the most unique among the thirteen external bodies. Even though he encountered numerous dangers throughout his life, he never awakened any supernatural powers. He became a mortal, a mortal who could bleed and shed tears, a mortal who could be hurt by swords and human relationships.

The general died, his brothers who had risked their lives for him died, and he himself died.

This once-glorious border army was reduced to blood and flesh in less than six months, melting into the soil.

Countless years after their deaths, faint crimson marks emerged from the earth, glowing like fireflies, slowly rising into the void, where they coalesced into a faint, shimmering Reincarnation Seal before vanishing into the world.

As another life begins, Jiang Mo, who walks the world in his Chaotic Dharma Body, arrives in the 33rd year of the Qin Dynasty.

He has lost all his memories, possessing only life but lacking the ability to communicate with the ordinary people living in this era.

He continued his wanderings, enduring hunger, and silently walking along the long, winding mountain road.

Without a fixed goal, without any kindred spirits to communicate with, he just wandered aimlessly.

On the journey, when thirsty, they would instinctively lie down by the river to find water to drink, just like wild animals. When hungry, they would rely on instinct to pick wild fruits and tree bark along the way to fill their stomachs. They would try to catch any animal they could see and that was moving around, living a life like eating raw meat and drinking blood.

That year, he was 17 years old. His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in dust and grime, his teeth were yellowed, his mouth had a strong smell of blood, his beard was thick, and he walked barefoot without any regard for his appearance. He looked no different from a savage.

Walk, walk, walk...

Not every hunt will yield the desired results, and not every time wild fruits and herbs are consumed, will one be safe and sound.

He had eaten bitter berries and vomited profusely; he had been stung by poisonous insects and bees, and had fled into the jungle in a panic, like a monkey scratching its ears and cheeks.

Most nights, he would huddle in bushes or caves, and gradually, months of trekking through mountains and rivers made him thin and bony.

Exposed to wind, sun, and rain, he became particularly haggard, with his skin becoming extremely rough and even cracked with wrinkles.

She is only 17 years old, but looks more than 10 years older.

Walk, walk, walk...

As he discovered that the road ahead was becoming wider and wider, and the grass and vegetation were becoming sparser, it was as if he had discovered a surprising new world. He quickened his pace and looked at the undulating mud sculptures.

"what!!"

"There's a monster!!!"

Some county residents screamed in panic.

It was a woman dressed in gray linen clothes. She saw a guy who looked like a beggar or a savage staring at her. She was instinctively terrified and abandoned the vegetables she was selling at her stall. She hurriedly ran to the city guard for help.

"Uh...uh...ah?"

Watching the woman's strange movements, the savage was puzzled and mumbled incoherently.

Soon, a ten-man squad of city guards arrived, carrying sticks and various farm tools. They shouted at the savage, brandishing their weapons and trying to force it to leave.

"what!"

"what!"

The startled savage, his face filled with terror, began to retreat shakily.

It was at this moment that a bold city dweller, with sharp eyesight, recognized that the guy in front of him was a 'person,' just extremely slovenly.

Suddenly, a daring idea surfaced in his mind, and then the city guard's eyes gleamed with greed as he shouted:

"Everyone, don't be afraid. This is a refugee from out of town. Men, come with me and take him to jail!"

Under his leadership, the city guards swarmed forward and surrounded the savage.

Perhaps sensing danger, the savage breathed like a wild beast, his face contorted with ferocity, and he waved his arms to keep them away.

With a loud "bang!", someone used brutal methods, striking him on the back of the head with a stick, knocking him unconscious. Then, they covered him with burlap, tied him with rope, and carried him to the yamen to report to the authorities.

That night, Jiang Mo woke up groggily to find himself in a solitary cell. Before he even opened his eyes, he could hear fragmented words echoing in the corridor.

He couldn't understand what it meant, but he felt a terrible pain in the back of his head, his whole body went limp, and he felt dizzy.

"Sir, do you think I've handled this matter properly?"

“These migrants from other places are not like the remnants of the six kingdoms. They should be people from the mountains and fields. Now the emperor has issued an edict to build a long wall. Each county has a fixed quota. In addition to criminals and soldiers, even farmers are not exempt.”

“I think this savage is about the same height as your child, and his height meets the requirements. Why don’t we make him a scapegoat and let him suffer at the border in place of your child?”

"good."

"Well done, this is just what I needed. The number of prisoners had already been reported and fixed, so I couldn't really interfere. But this great gift you've given me is a lifesaver. Brilliant, brilliant!"

"It's decided then. I'll send some gifts later to appease them, that should be enough. I'll leave this to you."

"Yes, yes, don't worry."

A rather authoritative voice rang out from outside the prison, along with a fawning echo. Clearly, this savage of unknown origin had become a scapegoat they were using at will.

"Give him some clothes, a haircut, and some cosmetic surgery; you absolutely must keep him alive..."

"and many more."

The official seemed to realize something, a look of surprise crossing his face. He summoned the servant to his side and cautiously instructed him:

"Don't let outsiders see that he's a savage. If those unruly people get jealous and report him, we'll have a lot of headaches. We still need to be careful."

"Yes, yes, leave it to me. We'll just say that your child was seriously ill when he was little and became mute. That way, there will be no way to prove it."

"Ah."

The elderly man, with graying temples and holding an official position, smiled with satisfaction, patted his subordinate on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

The next day.

Several jailers entered the cell, gave the savage a haircut and changed his clothes, and brought several buckets of cold water for him to wash.

Afterwards, he was given two meals a day and imprisoned there.

Jiang Mo, in an unfamiliar place, couldn't understand what these people were saying. He could only stay in his cell day after day, staring longingly at the world outside the corridor.

A few days later, a jailer brought in a bowl of coarse rice and a cup of water mixed with medicine powder.

"Gulu! Guru!"

Jiang Mo wolfed down his food, still retaining his wild nature, and even tried to grab the food with his hands. But he was suddenly startled, remembering the scene of being beaten with sticks by the prison guards.

They wanted him to use two long, thin sticks. Even though there were no jailers present to supervise him today, just thinking about the excruciating pain made Jiang Mo stiffly pick up his chopsticks, trembling as he picked up some coarse rice and put it into his mouth.

This glutinous lump of food, along with its green, wrinkled leaves, was far more delicious than the wild grass and fruits he ate when he was wandering outside.

Time passed quickly. After finishing his meal, Jiang Mo picked up the water glass next to him, drank it down, and then returned to the corner, where he quietly stared into space.

Less than an hour later, a sharp burning sensation began to rise from my throat.

"Ah...woo...ah woo..."

"Woooo..."

His throat felt like it was stuffed with razor blades, and it felt like his flesh was being roasted by scalding lava. Jiang Mo rolled on the ground in pain, howling and crying, tears streaming down his face.

"what!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

He cried his heart out, while the county magistrate and his servant, hidden in the shadows outside the door, smiled with satisfaction, as if witnessing the birth of a perfect, flawless masterpiece.

Born in this era, encountering us means that even a lowly commoner like you is destined to die.

"Let's go! Let's go for a drink."

"Hahaha!! Sir, please—"

As the two walked away, the screams behind them grew increasingly piercing, continuing for an hour before gradually becoming hoarse and falling silent.

From that day on, Jiang Mo's throat became completely hoarse. He could no longer utter a single word. The hatred in his heart was amplified infinitely, and the bestial nature within him was also unleashed.

Whenever a jailer brought food, he would be stared at by those eerie eyes, as if he were being stared at by some large carnivore in the wild.

Whether he was scolded or beaten, that look in his eyes never changed.

Half a month later, on this day, the prison was opened, and two jailers escorted Jiang Mo to the starting point for building the Great Wall northward.

Soon, they arrived at the front of the vast procession, where thousands of people were bound hand and foot with ropes, and soldiers with swords were guarding them, urging the laborers and criminals to hurry up and move on.

"I'm entrusting our child's affairs to you. Please bear with us."

An official pointed to the prisoner being held by two jailers, his smile conveying unspoken respect and obsequiousness.

"Okay, let's go, let's go."

The man, who appeared to hold some position in the military, waved his hand impatiently.

"what!!!!!"

Just then, a terrible scream rang out. The two turned around abruptly and saw that the prisoner had pounced on the servant who had knocked him unconscious and thrown him into the cell, like a mad dog going berserk.

His teeth gripped the servant's throat tightly, tearing at it with all his might, causing blood to gush out.

No one expected this scene. Soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop him, pulling away Jiang Mo, who was like a mad dog. His mouth was full of blood, and he looked like a ferocious demon.

"Gurgle..."

Blood gushed from the wound. The servant's eyes were dim and filled with terror. He struggled a few times and then stopped breathing.

died.

he died.

A large chunk of flesh was bitten off his throat; with the medical technology of that era, it was simply impossible to save him.

The man in charge of supervising the troops, his face ashen, glared furiously at the trembling officials and hissed in a cold voice:

"Are you looking for death? What kind of trouble are you looking for!"

"You bastard! Get him out of here!"

Perhaps having accepted too much money from officials and fearing exposure, the man roared at the curious criminals and laborers around him:

"If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out! Turn around and keep going!"

Then, he looked at the bestial madman and gave the order to the soldiers:

"Take him away, give him fifty strokes of the cane, and then send him north to build the Great Wall. There must be no mistakes!"

"Yes!!!"

The soldiers took Jiang Mo away and immediately executed him.

When the punishment was over, he was barely alive and almost died on the spot. But the supervising officer ordered other laborers to push a wooden cart and take away this unlucky thing.

I'll just throw it away when I die on the road someday.

There were even explicit warnings that anyone pushing a stroller would be punished equally and executed if they delayed the trip because of this burden!

Among them, someone harbored evil intentions, wanting to smother the weakened savage in the dead of night, but was stopped by another laborer who shouted angrily:

"Are you crazy?! This is a living, breathing human life."

"Big brother, I..."

Before he could finish explaining, the man received a resounding slap to the right cheek, which stung painfully.

“His life and death are preordained and are his own business. If you secretly harm him and take his life, I will disown you as my brother.”

The laborer, Jia, glared angrily. He was simple and honest, and could not do such a heinous thing, nor would he want his younger brother to do it.