Chapter 5

(Listen: Thank you to the Grand Alliance Lord of the Ninth Under Heaven, his father, for two consecutive million rewards, achieving the status of a Silver Grand Alliance Lord. Adding one more chapter! Note: The Silver Alliance adds two chapters, but due to limited stock, I will add one chapter for each person first, and continue adding more after the book is published.)

Diji wrapped the stone in a cloth and hung it close to his body before he started to sort through the things inside the flying machine.

The flying machine could no longer be started, so Diji found a backpack and stuffed some items he thought were useful and not space-consuming into it.

As for the flying machine, he could only lock it and cut a bunch of thorns nearby to cover it. Whether he would come back to retrieve this flying machine in the future or not, it had cost him a lot of gold coins, and the key parts were all designed by himself.

After Diji finished dealing with these things, he was about to look for a way out when he saw a person lying on their side a few steps away. Judging from the back, it should be a man. He originally thought this place was rarely visited by people, so seeing someone suddenly made Diji jump.

The man's clothing style was very peculiar, at least he had never seen it before. There was also a large blue backpack not far from the man. In his hand, he was holding a medicinal herb, which looked like a flower.

Carefully walking to the man's side, Diji confirmed that the man was dead. He turned to the man's front, and when he saw the man's face clearly, the bag in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously, and he muttered, "Could I be dead already?"

After several breaths, Diji finally came to his senses, realizing he was definitely not dead. But the dead man looked so much like him, no, it wasn't just a resemblance, but an exact match.

Diji bent down, intending to carefully lay the man flat. When his hand just touched the man's body, the gray stone in his chest seemed to heat up, and a strange feeling surged in his heart. Without any reason, a sense of recognition appeared in Diji's consciousness, and he knew this man was his past life.

Not only that, he could even vaguely grasp some of the man's memories. Or perhaps it was because he touched the man that he vaguely remembered some things from his past life.

Diji took out the stone he had just wrapped in cloth and hung around his neck, opened it, and examined it repeatedly. Passing through the spatial rift, he appeared at the place where his past life died, and touching his past self allowed him to remember some things from his past life. This was definitely not a coincidence. He suspected that it was because of this stone that he could see his past self.

After a full half an incense stick's time, Diji put the gray stone back close to his body. In such a short time, he had experienced too much: the extermination of the nine Diji clans, meeting his past self, obtaining the gray stone, passing through a mysterious spatial rift, and arriving in a place he had never heard of...

What could be more tragic and absurd than this? After experiencing so much, he was no longer the Diji who still harbored feelings for Zhen Man.

Taking a long breath, Diji opened the large blue backpack nearby.

There were a few sets of clothes for changing, some outdoor travel tools, some dry food, water, a map, and a compass. In addition, there was a wallet, several books, and a small brown notebook.

Opening the wallet, there were a few Chinese yuan. He had never seen this kind of paper money before, but now he recognized it. Not only that, he recognized all the words on the paper money, indicating that he had indeed recovered some of his past life's memories.

In addition to the Chinese yuan, the wallet also contained several cards, a photo, a key, and a receipt for rent payment. The cards were bank cards, and no matter how hard Diji tried, he couldn't remember the passwords.

There was also an ID card, with the name "Diji Zimo."

Taking out the photo, it was a group photo. On the left was his past self, Diji Zimo, and on the right was an extremely beautiful woman. This photo was clearly torn apart and later glued back together.

In Diji's view, this woman's beauty was no less than that of Zhen Man, whom he had once liked, but in the memories he recovered from his past life, there was no memory of this woman.

Diji put the photo back into the wallet. It seemed that his life in this world was not as good as his past life. In his past life, he at least had such a beautiful woman by his side, while in this life, he was born into the Diji family of Ji State, and even his father's intervention couldn't make Zhen Man like him.

Putting the wallet into his pocket, he had no qualms about keeping it, even if it wasn't his past self's, he had no reason to feel ashamed.

Opening the small brown notebook, he immediately saw the words "Divorce Certificate."

Diji rubbed his hair. Whether in his past life or this life, his luck with women was not good. Sighing, he organized everything and put it into his backpack.

After checking the items, Diji found a good spot and dug a hole. No matter what, he had to bury his past self's body.

When moving his past self's body into the pit, Diji finally saw the fatal wound: a half-foot-long sharp stone had pierced into Diji Zimo's waist. Not only that, Diji Zimo's bones were broken in dozens of places. Looking at the cliff ahead, he estimated that this was caused by rolling down from the cliff.

Burying himself, it sounded absurd, but doing it was even more tragic.

Even in Ji State, the concept of a past life was just a寄托 (寄托 means寄托, a寄托 for life), but now it was happening to him.

Diji took a set of clothes, and the rest of the clothes, the phone, and even the large backpack, he put into the pit and buried them together.

Finally, Diji picked up the flower. His past self had held this flower in his hand until death, so he decided to leave it here.

However, when Diji picked up the flower, his expression immediately became strange. He recognized this flower; it was called the Red Yihua.

In Ji State, the Red Yihua was priceless. If Princess Wu Mingzhu of King Wu of Ji State had such a Red Yihua, even if her eyes were damaged, she could use the Red Yihua to restore them, and there would be no need to dig out his sister Diji Di's eyes in exchange.

Holding this Red Yihua, Diji was in a daze for several minutes before he finally put the flower into his backpack.

After the extermination of his clan, Diji was no longer as naive as before. He was sure that the extermination of the Diji clan was not just because his father scolded King Wu.

The reason King Wu wanted to dig out Diji Di's eyes was not only because of his true love for Wu Mingzhu but also to deliberately provoke his father, Diji Shan, and then use it as an excuse to exterminate the Diji family.

If that was the case, there were likely issues with the deaths of his five brothers in the royal service. It was very possible that because the Diji family controlled seventy percent of Ji State's army, it aroused the suspicion of the old king, who then planned to kill his five brothers first.

King Wu was indeed a black-hearted old fox. If he had a chance to return to the Aaran continent in this life, he would not let the Wu family off, and he would not let down the entire Diji clan exterminated by King Wu.

No, that was not right. Qu Xiaoshu said that no one pleaded for his father when King Wu wanted to kill him, which was absolutely impossible. With his father's prestige, how could no one plead for him? Besides, even if his father scolded King Wu, so what? King Wu dared to touch his father? His father was at least a Great Martial Artist and controlled the Ji State army. Given his father's character, it was impossible for him to be captured because of blind loyalty.

Unless...

Diji shivered at this thought. Unless someone controlled all the people who were close to his father, and even took the initiative to restrain his father and the people around him, and was not afraid of the power behind his father.

Did King Wu have this ability? Only a Martial King could have such power, but was a Martial King really that powerful?

If that was the case, it meant that his enemy was not just King Wu, but someone even more powerful than King Wu. Diji took a deep breath. Even if his enemy was the Luyuan Empire, if he could return, he would not let it go like this.

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