A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 448 Dissociative Identity Disorder, Old Gao's Counterattack

"Help!"

As Xiao Zhuang and De Zi pulled Feng Yuxiu into the hotel, they saw the villagers of Wangdu Village rushing down from the second floor in a swarm.

Gao Peng's mother looked terrified; something had cut halfway across her mouth and left cheek.

Wang Mamu was chasing after them.

Although his daughter's behavior was wrong, Gao Peng's mother, a gossipy woman, made him hate her even more.

Seeing that the shards of glass in his hand were about to pierce Gao Peng's mother's waist, Gao Peng, from who knows where, mustered up the courage to grab a wooden stick piled up at the bottom of the stairs and slap it down on You Wang's forehead.

The wooden stick, about the thickness of a calf, made a loud noise as Youwang fell straight down the halfway down the stairs and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Oh my god."

This sight terrified Xiao Zhuang and De Zi so much that they wished they had eight legs and could run away as fast as they could.

The other villagers stopped when they saw that Youwang was lying motionless on the ground.

"Call the police and an ambulance right away! Pingping got a glass cut on her neck by Youwang. See if she can be saved!"

The villagers who realized what was happening either called the police or an ambulance.

Feng Yuxiu stood blankly in the corner, staring at Gao Peng's mother's face covered in blood and the tender flesh beneath the blood.

The bloody scene and the viscous, stimulating sensation instantly made him lose his senses, and he kept staring straight ahead.

Memories begin to flood in in a disordered manner, and a large amount of memories begin to be reorganized from the cerebral cortex.

The aftereffects of forcibly stepping into the Night Ape realm were now fully manifesting, and his body, with its severed tendons, began to break apart.

The second stimulus completely extinguished any remaining thoughts that had been forming in my mind.

Feng Yuxiu suddenly trembled, and the clarity in his eyes turned into dullness.

What's going on here?

Feng Yuxiu took out a cigarette and lit it. "This could easily lead to someone's death."

Shortly afterward, the police and an ambulance arrived.

Youwang was lifted into an ambulance, and the police began taking statements from the villagers.

A minute later, a stretcher covered with a white sheet was carried down from the second floor of the hotel.

"My goodness, covered with a white sheet, is it dead?" Xiao Zhuang gasped.

"Of course, look, they carried him up directly. By the way, where's Erzhu?" Dezi turned his head and looked around. When they came over, they saw Erzhu lying in the corner, but now Erzhu was gone.

"He probably ran away long ago. It's such a pity for Pingping. You're a promising college student, she's seen all kinds of things, why did she have to hang out with Erzhu? What was she after? Money? Erzhu looks like a garlic scape... He really doesn't pick and choose. Youwang will probably be shot, what a shame."

"Tree? What are you thinking about?" Xiao Zhuang felt that something was wrong with the tree next to him. Ever since he saw Gao Peng's mother with her face covered in blood, her eyes had been acting strangely.

Feng Yuxiu kept smoking and staring at the blood at the hotel stairwell.

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night.

Feng Yuxiu lay on the bed, staring at the cracked wall and the swaying incandescent light bulb.

The ground was littered with cigarette butts, but Pingping was still saved; the knife hadn't severed her major artery.

Youwang was arrested by the police, which was the best outcome for him. Going to jail was much better than staying in Wangdu Village. His family's reputation was now completely ruined.

However, the most frightened person was Gao Peng's mother. She was chased by You Wang and almost killed. After returning home, she fell ill and was bedridden due to an epileptic seizure.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the middle of the night, Feng Yuxiu extinguished the charcoal fire in the stove and went to bed.

"Hehe... Dissociative identity disorder cannot heal itself."

"Who?"

Feng Yuxiu suddenly rolled over and looked around in fear. The dark, dilapidated room was empty, and the door was closed from the inside.

"You think you killed me back then? I just happened to come out of the border. Who do you think you are? That bitch Lu Xuanxin killed me!!!! I can't let you kill me again!!"

Who's speaking?

Feng Yuxiu jumped off the bed with a trembling voice, pulled the light cord with shaky hands, looked around in fear, and grabbed the charcoal tongs next to the stove.

"Sleeping in my house? Come out!"

"Look at you, still the same old you. You always act the same way whenever you encounter something you can't handle. It's only because my conscience has been pricked that you, this piece of trash, are still alive."

"Hehe... My personality isn't suited for the military, otherwise I'd kill all those people. Only trash like you can stay in the military."

The sound grew closer and closer. Feng Yuxiu leaned against the dilapidated door and looked around at the brick and tile walls. His gaze finally fell on the painting of a tiger descending the mountain in the central hall.

"The tiger has become a spirit..."

Feng Yuxiu gritted his teeth, walked forward shakily, tore up the tiger portrait, and stuffed it into the stove to burn it completely.

"You've ruined such a strong body, Weng Haisheng... You're fucking limp, you piece of trash!"

"Shut up!!"

Feng Yuxiu covered his ears in terror and ran around frantically, but the sound seemed to be both outside and inside the door.

He had no idea what was happening.

"Tree's father and his older brother are here??"

After searching the entire room, Feng Yuxiu finally dismissed all his guesses as supernatural tales. He rushed over and ripped down the black-and-white photo pasted next to the mirror. "Don't be surprised if it looks strange. I'm not your family member, I just look like you!! It's true, your relative is dead, down in the valley above the mountain!! I'll show you tomorrow if you don't believe me!"

Feng Yuxiu took deep breaths, gritted his teeth, and stuffed the photo into the furnace to burn it to ashes.

Sure enough, the sound gradually disappeared.

"Grandpas, I will never dare to impersonate your family again. I only recently discovered this; I had no idea who I was."

Weng Haisheng knelt on the ground, trembling, and kowtowed, "Please spare me! I'll burn paper money for you tomorrow morning if necessary."

"You loser!"

Weng Haisheng turned around abruptly, and he felt that the voice was right behind him.

He stood up shakily, his face pale, and began to back away.

"I thought that after I went to Guangdong to give Weng Haisheng a kind ending in this world, you piece of trash could die. I didn't expect you to start showing up like a maggot."

"You hindered my killing back on Crescent Island! You've wasted so much time on just one scorpion!"

Weng Haisheng's terrified expression suddenly froze. He stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror, speaking expressionlessly.

"I am..."

He slowly touched his mouth, "Is this my voice? I..."

"Useless! This body has taken so much effort to build, and you've ruined it like this..."

This time, Weng Haisheng was terrified to the extreme. His gaze and thoughts were clear, but the image of him in the mirror turned cold and fierce. This situation was too contradictory.

It's as if a person is slowly emerging from his skin, gradually replacing him.

The next second, when Feng Yuxiu closed his eyes and opened them again, his expression was cold.

"It's not broken, but it looks damaged... This trash is smoking??? The nicotine intake is blocking the blood flow."

Feng Yuxiu sat on the kang with a frown, thinking carefully for a moment. "It seems that leaving back then was the right thing to do. Otherwise, if I had fainted in the army due to the aftereffects, they wouldn't have given me so much time to recover."

If he hadn't fallen unconscious on the mountain in Wangdu Village, but instead returned to Old A and fell unconscious with amnesia, the uncertainty would be too great. Perhaps he would be sent to a hospital for treatment? It's a terrible feeling to have your fate in someone else's hands, and you might not even wake up.

If treated with modern medicine, he might actually die, thus allowing Weng Hai to live.

The death of a person's physical body is a physical disappearance, but if all previous memories are lost, that person is truly dead.

This is absolutely unacceptable. He has been cultivating day and night for the past few years, and he cannot hand over all that hard work to that good-for-nothing Weng Haisheng.

Feng Yuxiu sat cross-legged, checked his physical condition, and then got out of bed after a moment of silence.

"It's blocked, all the meridians are blocked, no wonder I have so much muscle weakness... It seems I need to unblock them again."

As he spoke, he stood expressionless on the table, twisted his neck, stretched out his arms naturally, clenched his fists, revealed a smile, and then slammed his whole body down.

Snap! Click!
The sound of his body hitting the ground and the sound of his arm breaking rang out at the same time, and sweat poured out of his forehead like rain.

Before he could feel the pain, Feng Yuxiu stood up again, this time leaping high onto the table and slamming his knees down on the ground in mid-air.

Click!

The bones in my arms and legs began to shift, and the muscles and tendons that were originally the sequelae began to become congested with blood.

The blocked blood began to rush and flush the blocked area.

Feng Yuxiu bent his arms, supported himself on his elbows, and slowly climbed onto the bed. After rolling onto the bed, he lay flat on his back.

"Huhuhu..."

After taking several deep breaths of air, he tilted his head and bit down on the pillowcase, his face turning red. He slowly pulled apart the displaced joint.

Kakaka!
A crisp sound rang out, and the joints of both legs were slowly pulled back to their normal positions.

Slowly raise both arms to support the sky, gritting your teeth and stretching them straight.

This movement is extremely slow, and if he is not careful, he will completely fracture the bone. At that point, he cannot put it back in place by using skillful force; he will have to go to the hospital for bone setting surgery and screw insertion.

Six hours later, apart from the edema in her limbs, the joints inside had returned to their original positions.

"Once a day for a week should be enough to change the symptoms of myasthenia gravis... Actually, surgery and physical therapy at a large hospital would be faster, but... there are still aftereffects. The aftereffects of the Subduing Demons Technique and the Ape Strike Technique are more severe than I imagined."

"It's fortunate that I used Night Ape, otherwise I would never have been able to break free from the limitations of my dual personality..."

Feng Yuxiu stood up and sneered, "According to my memory... Erzhu and the village chief bullied me. Don't worry, once I've recovered in seven days, I'll slowly dismantle you. I'll skin you alive and hang you on the telephone poles."

The sound of a rooster crowing at dawn made Feng Yuxiu frown. Overwhelmed by drowsiness, he closed his eyes and slowly lay down on the bed.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Feng Yuxiu opened his eyes, his gaze becoming blank and vacant.

"Was I dreaming last night? Ouch...it hurts so much!!"

The intense pain caused Weng Haisheng to tremble all over, his facial muscles to contort, and his entire body to be covered in sweat in an instant.

"Did someone hit me? What happened to me?"

Weng Haisheng slowly got up. The excruciating pain in his joints was secondary; he discovered that his arms and legs had swollen considerably.

Even more terrifying was that he couldn't move. Weng Haisheng cried out in fear, "Help! Is someone going to save me?"

But his home is at the end of the village, and since the villagers of Wangdu Village thought he wasn't a teacher, not many people have been wandering around there anymore.

At this time, Xiao Zhuang went to work at Ruiyang Mining, and Dezi went to earn money by driving passengers.

Apart from these two, no one else would ever come to this dilapidated house.

Am I going to die here?

Weng Haisheng struggled to his feet, trembling; he was now almost swollen with edema.

"Ouch! Damn it! That hurts so much! What's wrong with my body? Did someone hit me last night?"

Trembling with fear, Weng Haisheng groped his way to the stove, clinging to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). The cold and pain had made him unable to feel his body anymore.

With gritted teeth and a flushed face, he lit the stove. Only after the temperature rose did he slowly begin to feel a faint sensation in the swollen area.

"No, I need to go to the hospital to get checked out..."

Weng Haisheng shakily took out his phone and dialed Dezi's number for the first time. "Dezi, it's me... it's me, Shu. I'm having health problems. Can you take me to the town's health center?"

Dezi seemed to be driving. "Brother Shu, can you walk? If not, go find someone else. I can't leave right now, and I just happened to have a car full of people."

"Alright then, I'll look for other people."

After hanging up the phone, Weng Haisheng looked completely bewildered.

He had a bad relationship with all the others except for these two, and after several attempts, he couldn't even stand up and walk outside.

"A hot compress...try a hot compress...yes, try a hot compress..."

Weng Haisheng stood up painfully, limped, poured half a basin of hot water into the washbasin, threw in a towel, and pulled it out a few seconds later, exclaiming, "Hot, hot, hot!"

He gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and applied a hot towel to his wrist. The intense stinging pain almost made him yell, but it gradually became very comfortable.

The pain in my limbs gradually subsided.

After several attempts, he felt he could move again, got dressed, and limped out.

The phone he bought only had Dezi's number on it; it didn't have anyone else's. So he went to the neighbor's house and knocked on the door.

"Brother Shu, what's wrong?"

"I think I might be having health problems. I remember you have a motorcycle. Could you take me to town?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Shu, what a coincidence, the motorcycle was just borrowed by Cuifang's family."

But Weng Haisheng saw the edge of a motorcycle on the edge of the shed in the yard.

"Okay, I'll look again."

Weng Haisheng slowly turned around and limped away.

"Who is it?" a woman's voice called from inside.

"That idiot looked like he fell and asked me to take him to town. He's fine now, so I've already sent him away."

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Gao's family in Wangdu Village.

His head was bandaged, his cheeks were swollen and bruised, his lips were torn, he was missing eight teeth, and when he opened his mouth, the inside was rotten.

At his house, Xiao Bai and his group stood in the living room, staring coldly at Lao Gao, and casually took out 30,000 yuan from his pocket and threw it on the table.

"This matter is over. This money is for your nutrition expenses. Behave yourself from now on."

After saying that, Xiaobai left with his people.

Old Gao stared blankly at the 30,000 yuan on the table. This was a huge sum of money, enough to buy a house.

But as he looked at it, he started crying, and unsteadily stood up and threw the 30,000 yuan on the ground.

"This is so unfair... This is so unfair... This is bullying me, everyone is bullying me..."

"They're all bullying me..."

While crying, Lao Gao staggered towards the cowshed on the left side of the yard, bent over and laboriously carried a box out of a pile of rubble.

Inside the box, a double-barreled shotgun lay quietly.

"They're all bullying me, they're all bullying me..."

(End of this chapter)