Yes, a huge explosion sounded at the blasting site of a construction site, and an old thirty-story building fell down instantly. At the same time, a young and promising blasting expert fell down.

Looking at his body lying on the ground, his colleagues around him became ants on the hot pan, but he was penetrated by many people. He seemed to have become a transparent person. Blasting expert Song Chen suddenly realized a very serious problem.

I'm dead!

The subsequent reluctance and unwillingness spread throughout his body. There were still many things he had not done in his life. His life came to an end in this way, and he was unwilling to accept it.

If I could have a second life, I would never be so mediocre. This is his last words for the 21st century.

Then the consciousness suddenly became blank.

When he opened his eyes, a severe pain came, and a huge amount of memories rushed in like a mountain torrent.

Wow, my life has been magnified a hundred times, not a thousand times. Every bit of my life in the past thirty years has turned into a super-large-capacity blue-ray movie, moving forward rapidly in my mind.

Wow, my life flashed before my eyes.

In fact, it is more appropriate to describe my memory of "living" as a holographic image. The ones in books, TV, computers, mobile phones, chats with others, and even nightmares that I had had when I was three years old, what I saw in my eyes, the food I heard in my mouth, the smell of the nose, the various items I touched by my hands, and the information I took in various ways, were all magnified and displayed on the screen of the movie a hundred times.

Just like when the universe was in the beginning, the Singularity Bang, his memory also exploded, and all kinds of information filled the brain. This was a big explosion of information.

Suddenly, a small black dot ran out of the "movie screen", and was full of domineeringness and jumping up and down in my mind. The movie was over, and it was still performing willfully.

How could there be a small black spot? Could it be that this is a tumor? Don’t scare yourself. No one in this world can ‘see’ the tumor in their heads with his own eyes.

So this is not a tumor, this is not a tumor, this is not a tumor.

The little black dot finally became "quiet" and no longer jumped up and down, but because of its existence, Song Chen always felt like he was stuck in his throat. At this time, he had a strong intuition that he would love and hate the little black dot in the future.

I have to figure out what it is. After a hundred failed efforts, my head was still a mess, but in the end I felt my head was getting more and more swollen. It was really expanding, almost one-third bigger. If I want to continue, I have to explode.

Forget it, I can only put it aside for a while, my life is important.

It seems that I have forgotten an important thing, right, am I dead?

Is this hell? Song Chen is a guilty and unmodest comrade who directly eliminated heaven and took it for granted that hell was the place he should go.

This place is indeed very similar to hell.

It was humid, and there was a strong smell of mold in the air. There was actually wet grass on the ground, and there was a very tight wooden fence in front of it, the kind that reached the top.

Almost at the top of the wall, there is a small window, and it is welded tightly with iron.

When I saw the lock outside the house, I realized that it was a prison cell!

The most eye-catching thing is that two guys wearing yamen runners outside are eating big gulps of wine and drinking big gulps of chicken legs.

It turns out it's not hell, it's a prison cell!

Not an ordinary cell, an ancient cell.

Could it be that I have traveled through time?

The information explosion in my mind is still going on, and a memory that does not belong to him is coming...

It was the sixth year of Weichun, 1270 AD. I would like to ask him how he knew the year of the yen, because he came here with a lot of memories and corresponded the emperor's year with the year of the yen. That was not a piece of cake (extra: this would definitely make a large number of high-level students in history)

I really traveled through time!

Thank you God, thank you earth, thank you fate, and thank you for your hammer.

How could anyone travel to the quasi-death prisoner?!

This quasi-death prisoner also happened to be named Song Chen, so let's call this unlucky guy the "ex-in-law".

His former son was a technician in the Military Weapons Supervision, and he was affiliated with the Firearm Manufacturing Department and was also a technical master in the workshop.

But just yesterday, the bamboo gun (shock gun) he made himself exploded, and the explosion happened on such an important occasion, in front of a group of court leaders.

What's more, a person died on the spot. Of course, the death was a very serious accident, especially the person who died was an irreplaceable craftsman in the Southern Song Dynasty.

The dead person is Li Xiang, who has the reputation of Li Shengong. He is not because he is a sharpshooter and has won the title of this legend, but because he is the only remaining master of divine arm crossbow manufacturing.

The Divine Arm Crossbow is not comparable to that of a bamboo spear. It is a magic weapon against the sky of the Song Dynasty. It can penetrate the enemy's heavy armor from three hundred steps away. Whenever it appears, the morale of the Song army will be improved to a certain extent.

The artifact-like divine arm crossbow ended with Li Xiang's death. Now the Song Dynasty cannot add another divine arm crossbow.

Ironically, Li Xiang is his "father-in-law", at least in his ex's opinion, and he has always been in love with his daughter Li Xiaofei.

In fact, this time, the ex-girl tried his best to make a great contribution. Without waiting for thirty years, he immediately won the highest honor of craftsmen - from an eighth-rank official.

With this official title, if you go to Li Xiang to propose marriage, the matchmaker will definitely not be kicked out again. At that time, you will definitely be able to carry the beauty back. The ex is very much looking forward to the day of the wedding night.

The gun test was originally arranged for an irrelevant sergeant to execute it, but Li Shengong had no idea which nerve occurred and insisted on testing the gun, saying that he would experience the power of the bamboo gun himself.

This small request was made from the mouth of such an important person, and no official would reject it in a bad way.

The moment the lead was lit, it exploded with a bang.

It is very common to blow up the chamber, but it is not common to blow up people. It is even less common to hit the middle of his eyebrows by the random snail.

Someone tampered with it.

There were traces of artificially weakened inner wall of the gun barrel, and the residual gunpowder residue was shown to be three times the normal dose, and the ex was framed.

Someone blames his ex and wants to kill him.

In fact, at the moment of the explosion, the ex-boy was a quasi-death prisoner, who could be pulled out to behead at any time without passing through the church.

Now he has replaced his ex as a quasi-death prisoner!

"Fuck!" Song Chen whistled to the sky.

Song Chen's "pig-killing" howls ran through the entire cell. The two yamen runners who were drinking and eating meat at the door suddenly felt aroused. They seemed to be surprised that this guy had just eaten a sarwar stick and was beaten to death. How could he still shout in a lively manner? It was really incredible.

The two of them were angry by the noise, and they came over and punched and kicked. Each punch made Song Chen feel itchy in his teeth, and he deeply felt the cruelty of reality.

Open your eyes wide and see who was hitting him. You can take revenge in the future. The hitters are two brothers, one tall and one short. The tall and short Wang Er, the tall and short Wang Er, the ex-boy was beaten to death by these two people.

According to the custom of the Song Dynasty, when you enter a cell, you will be beaten with ten sticks and give the prisoners a warning. Later, this rule became a means for prisoners to make money.

By raising some money to the prison guards, they can get rid of these ten sticks of Shawei. The ex also asked the Tong Bo family, who had always been close, to give the money, which was ten times the normal price. They happily accepted it, saying that they would take care of it!

As a result, not only did they not exempt the shawei stick, but they were "careful" and beaten to death. The two originally thought that Song Chen had been beaten to death, but suddenly they heard his "pig-killing" howl.

After a punch and kick, they remembered the "uncompetitive career". Wang Er gave a wink, and Wang nodded fiercely. The two brothers seemed to have a sense of understanding.

At this time, Song Chen was weak and had no power to resist. Wang Da still stroked Song Chen's mouth in case he shouted. Wang Er excitedly took out a dagger, as if killing someone could bring him happiness.

The other party had to act seriously, and the dagger could almost reflect his shadow, slowly moving closer to him, and even feeling the cold air coming out of the dagger. Song Chen had never been so afraid in his life.

Death is so close to you!
Chapter completed!