When he opened his eyes again, Yang Qi was confused, even though he almost successfully condensed the golden elixir and achieved the immortal fruit position.

Because he remembered that when the golden elixir was about to be completed, the lightning of the heavenly tribulation had already destroyed all the vitality in his body, so he thought he could not have opened his eyes.

But at this moment, he really opened his eyes, the cold ground pressed against his face, hands and feet, and his whole body. After blinking, Yang Qi realized that he was lying down on the side of the road. There was a tall camphor tree of not young age on the side of the road. Although he was not sure what was going on, he still frowned slightly and got up.

The night shrouded the earth. It was a quiet long street with few lights on the street. On both sides of the two lanes were two rows of tall camphor trees that were endless.

His eyes slowly passed by the storefronts on both sides of the street, and he looked down at the streets below. Yang Qi couldn't find a familiar feeling.

This is a strange place!

It shouldn't be ancient Huizhou!

Because the buildings on both sides of the street do not have the style of ancient Huizhou architecture, there is no trace of gray tiles and white walls, and there is no familiar horse-head wall.

Where is this place?

Yang Qi looked around and turned around, and then he saw that there was an intersection not far behind him, with a lot of lights, there were vehicles coming and going, and pedestrians crossing the road.

After blinking, Yang Qi subconsciously walked over there. As soon as he took two steps, he felt something strange stopped and looked down at himself.

The feet are about 40 sizes, wearing a pair of black sneakers and dark jeans. The street lights are dim and the color of the pants cannot be seen clearly. The legs are a little short and thin. Just these two points make Yang Qi realize that this is not his original body.

Although he was thinner, his feet were at least two sizes larger than these feet and at least twenty centimeters longer.

With a confused look on his face, Yang Qi saw that these hands were not his original ones. His slender fingers looked so young, not his 32-year-old palms at all.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Qi slowly reached out and touched his face. His thin face and young skin made him more sure that this was not his original body.

A strange place, a strange body!

It added to the unfamiliar feeling in his heart.

However, he was not panicked. After 27 years of practicing "Bronze Talisman Iron Scroll", he was only half a step away from being completely condensed into a golden elixir. His mind had long been different from ordinary people. What else could make him feel panicked? He felt helpless?

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Qi felt a faint joy in his heart. Compared to his scattered soul, he completely disappeared from this world. Now that he could become another person, he felt that this was a good thing.

Since it is a good thing, it is worth being happy and there is no need to panic.

But, what is this body’s identity? Where is his home? Where should I go?

Yang Qi continued to move forward aimlessly. He planned to go to the intersection in front of him to see. There might be an acquaintance with this body calling his name, so he might be able to find out where the home of this body is. It was dark, and he wanted to find a place to settle first, and the best place was naturally the home of this body.

After walking two more steps forward, Yang Qi stopped again because he felt a pain in the back of his head and the kind of pain he was injured.

Stopped again, Yang Qi reached out and touched the back of his head in confusion. When his finger touched the pain, he felt a sticky feeling. He took his hand in front of him in confusion and found that there was a lot of sticky blood on his fingers.

He frowned and thought about it. When he thought about the scene when he was lying beside the road when he opened his eyes just now, Yang Qi probably understood what was going on.

It should be that the original owner of this body was hit on the back of the head, and then he was probably dead, and then Yang Qi's soul occupied the body for some reason.

So, does the original owner of this body have enemies nearby?

Is it a vendetta? Or was it a fight with someone and was beaten to death by someone?

Thinking of this, Yang Qi frowned again, listened to the movements around him, and did not hear footsteps or break through the air. Yang Qi slowly turned around and inspected carefully, but found no figure. It seemed that the murderer who killed the original owner of the body had already escaped.

It should be safe now!

Yang Qi's brows stretched out, thought for a while, touched his pocket and inside and outside of his upper body, and found a canvas wallet with a zipper and a straight-board mobile phone on it.

Unzipped the zipper, Yang Qi saw several notes with different face value and three or four silver-white coins inside.

10 yuan, 20 yuan, 5 yuan, 1 yuan...

I clicked it, and it costs 67 yuan in total.

The money made Yang Qi frown slightly again, not because of the lack of money, but because the patterns on these coins were not exactly the same as those he used before.

The heads on several notes were still the familiar Grandpa Mao, but the color of the notes was different from other patterns.

The street lights were dim and he couldn't see clearly. The 10 yuan denomination seemed to be blue, the 20 yuan was purple, and the 5 yuan was blue. These three types of banknotes were the Great Wall except for Grandpa Mao's avatar. The one-yuan coins were about the same size as the Republic coins he used to use, but the patterns on the coins seemed to be different.

Is this a strange world? Not just a strange city?

While stuffing the coins back into his wallet, Yang Qi slowly looked at the street under the night again thoughtfully, which may be a psychological effect. At this moment, he felt that the air here seemed to be different from where he lived.

His eyesight was originally very strong. He practiced the "Copper Talisman Iron Scroll" for many years, allowing him to see things at night. But now that he has changed his body, there is no trace of true energy from "Copper Talisman Iron Scroll". Yang Qi found that his eyesight was also deteriorating. He couldn't see much under the dim street lights.

Although he had many questions in his heart, Yang Qi did not stop here for a long time. He put his wallet and mobile phone back into his jeans pocket. He continued to move forward. This time, his steps were slightly bigger and soon he arrived at the intersection in front.

The road that intersects the dim street just now is much wider, with six lanes, and the street lights on both sides of the road are very bright, and the street front facades on both sides are basically brightly lit, with cars coming and going on the road, and pedestrians are everywhere.

The noisy urban night view instantly enveloped Yang Qi.

After smiling slightly, Yang Qi felt more at ease. Now he has no true energy and his skills are definitely not as good as before. The original owner of this body was obviously beaten to death. The murderer may be nearby. On the dim and deserted street just now, it must be more dangerous than on the street where this person came and drove.

Now that he is in this bustling street, even if the murderer suddenly sees him, he probably won't dare to take action again.

The murderer didn't know whether it was one person or a group of people.

The original owner of this body should be less than 20 years old, and it is very likely that young people of this age will fight with others.

Maybe if you join a certain black social group, there will be more opponents.

Yang Qi stopped a passerby and asked, and found out that there was a clinic not far ahead, so he walked over there.

When he found the clinic and sat in the clinic hall and asked the doctor to treat the wound behind him, Yang Qi calmly listened to the doctor and nurse's fuss and exclaimed the wound behind him, and looked at the long mirror on the medicine stand opposite with calm eyes.

To be precise, I am looking at myself in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror is what he is now.

He looks seventeen or eighteen years old, with long eyebrows, slightly melancholy eyes, red lips and white teeth, and light hair on his lips. His 300-part hair is softly pressed against his head. His hair is still black and shiny, not handsome, but not ugly, and quite delicate.

It was actually similar to his original appearance. Looking at the face in the mirror, Yang Qi had the illusion of seeing himself when he was young.

The difference from when he was young was that the young man in the mirror was shorter and thinner than when he was young, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Looking at the face in the mirror that looked like his youth, Yang Qi smiled. He thought, maybe this is an important reason why he can become the new owner of this body. He had seen a conjecture before that a scientist proposed the theory of parallel space and space. The theory said that each of us exists in many parallel space and space at the same time, and each of us lives in each parallel space and space in a different identity.

At this moment, Yang Qi was a little doubtful whether the body he occupied was himself in parallel with time and space.

Looking at the familiar and strange young face in the mirror, Yang Qi had the illusion of going back in time, as if he had returned to his youth.

Different worlds, different identities, and when I was young, looking at myself in the mirror, a thought gradually grew in his heart - since I have changed my identity, then change my lifestyle!

He will practice again in "Bronze Talisman Iron Scroll", but he will not only practice in life like before. He will try the life of ordinary people, try the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of ordinary people, and experience the love, hate and affection of ordinary people.

This is a new beginning!
Chapter completed!