Chapter 1 Am I Erlang Zhenjun?

"Tell me again, who are you?"

"I am Jiao Enjun~ No, I am the future Erlang Zhenjun. An immortal will come and accept me as his disciple."

"Bullshit, what real king, fake king, you are just a farmer, I am your godfather Yang Dibao, don't act crazy in front of me."

The sturdy man's eyes widened, and he slapped him twice: "I raised you for so many years after your father Yang Tianyou died. Now that your godfather is in trouble, don't you have to show your appreciation?

Change your name to Yang Hu, and die for your godfather's son. After you die, your godfather will treat your sister well."

The man's attack was extremely heavy.

Yang Jian did not feel any pain at all, only a numb tremor that blurred his vision.

This is a woodshed, cramped and small, with no windows and no sunlight.

There is no ventilation and the musty smell drives people crazy.

However, this is nothing compared to the suffering Yang Jian is going through now.

He was tied tightly to a pillar with hemp ropes and could not move. Leaning against him was a little girl of about eleven or twelve years old.

This is his sister, Yang Chan.

Yang Chan stared with her big watery eyes, her pupils reflecting the broad figure of the sturdy man, and there was deep fear in her eyes.

Seeing Yang Jian being beaten, she couldn't help crying, crying and saying: "Woo woo ~ Godfather, don't beat my brother, let me be eaten by the demon instead of my brother~"

"Hey, I almost forgot about you little girl."

Yang Dibao changed his target, rubbed his palms, and stared dangerously at Yang Chan who was trembling with fear beside him.

"Your brother is possessed by evil spirits. He says that he is the future Erlang Zhenjun and his mother is a fairy from heaven. He also thinks that a fairy will come and accept him as a disciple."

"Bah! You're just a slut who ran away from home because she couldn't stand the suffering after your father died."

Yang Dibao spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. He grabbed Yang Chan's pigtails with his big hands, revealing Yang Chan's little face that was originally buried in his arms.

"Tell me, what is your mother? Is she a fairy or a bitch!"

Yang Chan wanted to shake her head, but her hair was held tightly and she couldn't move.

"You won't tell me, right? I'll beat you until you tell me!"

A palm as big as a palm leaf fan was about to smash down.

Yang Chan had never seen such a scene before. Her brain went blank and she burst into tears with a loud "wow".

"Don't hit her. I'll do whatever you say. All of it."

Yang Jian immediately lost his temper and gave up the unrealistic fantasy in his mind.

"You know what I mean~"

Yang Dibao raised his hand, ready to make a deeper impression on Yang Jian.

A woman nearby stopped him, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and wiped the bloodstain on Yang Jian's face with a look of heartache.

"Erlang is your godson after all, how could he be so cruel? It makes my godmother so heartbroken."

"Erlang, tell your godmother if it hurts."

As the woman spoke, she blew air on the wound on Yang Jian's face, as if trying to smooth out the red palm print.

Yang Jian suppressed all the resentment and hatred in his heart.

Regardless of the pain from the wound, he forced a smile: "It doesn't hurt, thank you godmother."

If he could break free, he would have wanted to pick up a hatchet and chop the woman into pieces.

The best description of her is that she acts like a bodhisattva but has a heart of a vicious snake.

Yang Jian is not the original Yang Jian. He has two memories, one is Yang Jian, and the other is the memory of a time traveler that emerged some time ago. Yang Jian’s memory can be called his predecessor.

As far as my previous life can remember, I have been living in this so-called godfather's house since I can remember.

He was the one who did all the farming, wood chopping and water fetching at home. From the age of four to now, at the age of fifteen, he had never had a full meal or a good night's sleep.

Although he was their godson, he had to rest in shackles after finishing farm work, and they were not allowed to remove him for even a breath, leading a life like a slave.

They had long been on guard against Yang Jian, and the iron chains on his body made it impossible for him to resist.

Even though his predecessor had thoughts of resistance, his sister Yang Chan was under their control.

Yang Chan is Yang Jian's weak spot.

Unfortunately, this weakness was inherited.

He became Yang Jian, or perhaps Yang Jian became him. In short, there was an extra memory in his head. Regardless of you or me, we are all Yang Jian. What is hard to give up is still hard to give up.

Fortunately, there was no split personality.

Yang Jian still prefers to believe that he is a time traveler. After all, only a time traveler can be considered the protagonist.

Even facing this hopeless situation, he did not give up hope. This was because this was the Shang Dynasty, his name was Yang Jian, and his sister's name was Yang Chan.

In his memory, he thought he had traveled through time and space to become the future Erlang Zhenjun, which was an easy win.

However, the good times did not last long. A demon came from nowhere, ate a few people, and then threatened the town to hand over ten pairs of boys and girls within ten days, otherwise he would eat everyone in the town.

Coincidentally, a Taoist priest came to the village and said that as long as everyone could collect ten taels of gold, he would help them slay the demons and monsters.

There are two choices before everyone. One is that everyone pools money to slay demons and monsters.

Second, those who have children at home can write their names and draw lots.

The final result was that the second option received majority support.

After all, most people’s own children do not meet the requirements, so it is others who are unlucky and they can save some money, which is naturally a good thing.

Yang Dibao's son Yang Hu was chosen.

Yang Dibao asked Yang Jian to serve as food for the demon instead of his son.

Yang Jian refused to obey and was beaten.

"Godmother, please don't let my brother be eaten by the demon."

Yang Chan stopped crying, blinked her big watery eyes, and pleaded for Yang Jian: "If we escape from the town, we won't have to worry about being eaten by the monsters."

The woman who was wiping the blood off Yang Jian's face suddenly stopped, and her originally kind face suddenly became cold.

"Crack~"

The sudden slap made Yang Chan stand there in a daze. The slap mark on her face quickly turned red and bled.

The woman's eyes were fierce. "Escape? Where to escape! You two bastards may be able to survive, but you made our family live with you and live in the open air. We have no food to eat after we eat one."

"What's wrong with staying here? When you grow up, I will let Xiaohu marry you. You will be my biological daughter and you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

She rubbed her red palms, as if she had a change of heart, and hugged the crying Yang Chan in her arms: "Don't cry, don't cry, be good, godmother will take you to eat the candied haws you have always wanted to eat."

"Thank you, godmother! You are so nice. I want to marry Brother Yang Hu right now so that I can have endless candied haws."

Yang Chan forced a smile, but she couldn't hide the despair in her eyes and her tears couldn't stop flowing.

The woman took Yang Chan away.

The door of the woodshed was closed, accompanied by the sound of chains colliding and the sound of the lock closing.

Yang Jian was the only one left in the woodshed.

"Ho~"

A strong sense of unwillingness rushed into my mind.

He struggled hard, trying to break free from the hemp ropes that bound him.

But the hemp rope is extremely strong and difficult to break free from.

Three feet away from him was a hatchet for chopping wood.

At this moment, this distance is as insurmountable as a chasm.

To die before accomplishing one's mission is really embarrassing for time travelers!

Yang Jian felt desperate.

Suddenly, his brow cracked, revealing a blood-red eyeball.

His eyes moved around, as if he had a consciousness of his own.

"I'm so unlucky. I've been born in your body for more than ten years, relying on that little bit of blood and energy for daily survival. But after just two days, I'm going to end up in the belly of a demon."

The sound of strange eyes rang in my head and ears.

It appeared on his body two days ago. He originally thought that it was his awakened innate magical power. It is a well-known fact that Erlang Zhenjun has a third eye.

Later I found out that these eyeballs were nothing.

Calls himself the Demon Eye.

The name is a bit arrogant.

But he is a waste, but he is good at complaining and annoying.

Yang Jian regained his composure: "Do you have the means to help me untie the rope? From now on, you will be my big brother."

"Idiot, I'm just an eyeball, did you see I have hands?"

　Brothers, please give it a collection!
　　Thanks to the newlyweds.

　　It would be even better if there was a follow-up read.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)