Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 1 Teacher Mi San, please use your profound skills again!
"Teacher Mi San, as long as you continue to use the profound skills, let alone updating twice a week, even updating ten times a week will not stop you!"

In a certain residential area, a young man was kneeling downstairs of a building, completely ignoring the onlookers and pointing fingers at him, and kowtowed his head bang bang bang at a window upstairs.

"roll!"

The cartoonist's angry voice came from the window. I used to update ten times a week, but now I update once a week, which is enough to make me die suddenly.

"If you don't get out of here, I'll call the police!"

The young man kneeling on the ground is called He Songling, a silly college student. He is usually a fun-loving person and also has some knowledge of the art of war.

He was about to give up on following the comic book "Under One Person", but after finishing the long and boring Nathan Island chapter, the author actually pulled out a bombshell from his pocket.

Sanyi Sect, Zuo Rutong, almost every step he took made him feel excited. The three levels of reverse birth, Qi transformation and ascension, were even more fascinating.

As the winter vacation was not over yet, he simply bought a high-speed rail ticket, took the author's address that he had heard from somewhere, and knelt outside the door to cosplay as the second-in-command of Sanyi Gate.

"If the teacher doesn't use the mysterious skills, you won't be able to leave this door today!"

"Go to hell!" The cartoonist ignored the mad He Songling and changed rooms for some peace and quiet. He also prepared to file a complaint to the property management about the sound insulation problem of the house.

He Songling didn't take it seriously. After all, the main thing for college students was a long battery life. There were many special forces riding bicycles from the Forbidden City Polytechnic University to the Eye of Tianjin. He could just kneel downstairs for a while and take it as a lunch break.

But what no one noticed was that the weather in early March had begun to warm up, and a half-meter-long icicle on the eaves began to slowly melt as the angle of the sun moved.

Seeing that noon was almost over, He Songling was thinking about getting up and finding a place to eat something, and then coming back to apologize to the teacher in the afternoon. Suddenly, he heard a crisp "crack" sound in his ears, and a huge ice cone fell and pierced his skull.

The next day, the front-page news in all major media outlets was "The weather is warming up, beware of falling objects from high altitudes." A massive large-scale safety education campaign was launched throughout the north.

But all this had nothing to do with He Songling. Having paid the price of warning with his life, he suddenly felt a black screen before his eyes and lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt that the world in front of him had been magnified countless times.

"Alas?"

He Songling still felt a phantom pain in his head. He touched the top of his head, but found that it was completely bald. Fortunately, although there was no hair, there were no wounds.

"Wear it?" He Songling looked at his clothes that could not cover his body, and then looked around, and found himself not far from a shrubbery, with a carriage behind him. On and around the carriage were a group of people who looked like they were dead, all wearing Ma褂, with the famous yin-yang hairstyle and long braids on their heads.

After walking over and confirming that these people were dead, He Songling nodded. Looking at his own size, he estimated that they were no more than two or three years old. He guessed that the previous incarnation was frightened to death, and then he came over.

Unexpectedly, the gate to this other world was not a dump truck with a magic circle engraved on it, but icicles falling from the sky.

"It's my Qing Dynasty." He Songling sighed. Not only is it the Qing Dynasty, judging from the hairstyle, it should be the late Qing Dynasty. Although these people didn't have anything valuable, the marks on their cheeks from the glasses and the pocket watch bags in their hands proved that the foreigners had invaded.

Before He Songling could figure out whether he should overthrow the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty or move towards a republic, he heard a burst of scattered footsteps, and a group of people who looked like soldiers came out of the woods.

Each of them held a spear in their hands, a musket on their shoulders, blood on their bodies, and ferocious faces. It was obvious that the corpses around were killed by them.

He Songling's body began to tremble and his mind went blank.

He had traveled through time and just discovered a circle of corpses, but it didn't feel very real. But now the swords in the hands of these soldiers and the blood on their bodies were clearly telling him that this was no longer the modern civilized society. This was the Qing Dynasty, where people would really die, and most likely die as insignificantly as weeds.

As a modern college student, he had never seen such a scene before. For a moment, he even forgot how to react and just felt numb all over.

"Hey, boss, there's still one alive!" A sharp-eyed soldier saw He Songling trembling and turned his head and shouted, "Why didn't you see this child just now?"

"He came out of the carriage." The captain who led the team came over and used a knife to pry open the curtain of the carriage. He saw the body of a young woman inside and nodded, "It should be because he was protected by someone just now that he didn't see it. This time, the superiors were in a hurry and he didn't have time to get comfortable with these women, but he ignored this kid."

"Boss, what do you mean?" the soldier asked. "What else can we say? This time we are here to wipe out the bandits. The Empress Dowager has said that the Boxers who dare to go against the foreigners must be wiped out." The captain said without hesitation.

Kill good people and take merit.

He Songling stood there for a long time, and then he came to his senses. Listening to the captain's words, he recalled the moral conduct of the Qing army that he had read about in historical materials and various books in his previous life.

Soldiers are more powerful than bandits. No matter how corrupt the Qing army is, it is still a well-organized unit, with armor on their bodies and swords in their hands. If they don't dare to suppress the rebels and foreigners, how can they suppress the civilians?

As soon as he thought of this, He Songling's blood ran cold. If it was his previous body, he could still try to escape, but now he has the body of a two or three-year-old child? He Songling looked down at his body sadly. At this moment, he and Kudo Shinichi were highly empathetic.

"Boss, this... two or three-year-old child, isn't it too far-fetched to call him a Boxer?" The soldier at the beginning looked at Yang Gui's figure, and it was obvious that he still had a trace of humanity.

But it was obvious that those who could become the captains had much less humanity. The captain slapped the soldier on the back of the head and cursed: "What a far-fetched bullshit, let's kill his parents and his whole family and keep this brat, and wait for him to chop off your head in the future?"

He then swung his knife and shouted, "The Boxers are an evil cult that is ruthless and has lost all conscience. Even three-year-old children have been brainwashed into rebelling. They openly attacked the imperial soldiers with knives. We should be rewarded for our efforts in suppressing them!"

"Yes!"

The soldier obviously didn't have much humanity left. He listened to the captain's words, stretched out his knife, took a few steps forward, raised the knife and was about to kill He Songling, shouting: "Kill the thief!"

He Songling almost fainted when he saw the gleaming blade, but for some reason, he just couldn't faint. Everything seemed to be slowing down, and he could even see the captain directing other soldiers to cut off the heads of his parents and relatives, tying them around their waists, and preparing to return to the government office to report for merit by counting the heads.

How to do?
He Songling was filled with endless anxiety and uneasiness. Was he going to die again after just saving his life and traveling through time?

As he saw the soldier's grinning face getting closer and closer and the steel knife was about to chop off his head, suddenly there was a sharp whistling sound, followed by a loud "clang", and the steel knife in the soldier's hand broke into pieces and fell off, and the palm holding the knife was bleeding from the shock.

"What's this!?"

He Songling clearly saw a white ball of air the size of a bullet flying over and hitting the sword like a bullet. The thin-bladed sword actually made a loud noise like the Hongzhong sound in a temple.

But the soldiers seemed to be blind to what he saw clearly. The soldier screamed and jumped up in pain. He looked around and shouted angrily, "Who, who dares to attack me? Come out and die!"

Although his words were fierce, they were actually weak. In his eyes, the ones that could cause such power were either strong bows and crossbows or foreign guns and muskets. Which one could he afford to offend?

The captain also treated it as a formidable enemy. He gathered the other Qing soldiers, formed a circle with their backs to each other, and looked around vigilantly.

At the end of the woods, a figure slowly approached. The commander was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees. The end of the woods was a mile away! Even a foreign gun couldn't break a steel knife from a mile away.
The chief suddenly thought of a horrifying legend and exclaimed, "It's strange..."

As soon as he said two words, a hurricane arose on the spot, and the figure a mile away seemed to teleport to the front of the Qing soldiers and He Songling. The strong wind pressure forced the general to swallow back the words he was about to say.

The man ignored the commander, as if the organized Qing soldiers did not exist in front of him, and walked straight towards He Songling. He squatted down and showed a gentle smile: "Little friend, can you see my Qi?"

He Songling felt a warm air current enveloping him, which quickly calmed his frightened heart. It seemed as if every part of his body was soaking in a warm hot spring.

He looked up at the person who came. He was about 1.75 meters tall, with white skin. Not the white of Caucasians, but more like a white that had been wiped clean of color, almost transparent white, and even his hair was only a very light brown.

Her whole body exuded an ethereal aura, as if she had clearly flown into the sky, yet she seemed like a kite, being held to the ground by a string.

He Songling knew exactly what this thread was. It was his physical body. And the person in front of him was the one he was very familiar with. Although he didn't appear in many scenes, he was extremely charming.

"Da Ying Immortal, Zuo Ruo Tong."

At this point, the tense nerves in He Songling's heart suddenly relaxed, and his vision went dark again. He lost consciousness for the second time in one day.

(End of this chapter)