lovenovelstory On the Eve of Chapter 84
On the Eve of Chapter 84
On the Eve of Chapter 86
The instant he clicked "confirm," Lu Qingfeng was suddenly transported to a new location in a flash, without even a proper teleportation sequence! It's getting more and more perfunctory.
Is this the timeline we were on back then?
Lu Qingfeng looked around. This was clearly a temporary camp, pitifully rudimentary.
The rain was pouring down from the sky, the water was ankle-deep mud, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Several dilapidated tents swayed precariously in the wind and rain. Besides the tents, there were many more figures huddled directly in the mud, barely able to keep out the rain with tattered clothes.
Most of them were emaciated and dressed in rags. Their weapons were mostly hoes and wooden sticks, and a few rusty swords were tightly held in their arms.
Everyone's face was etched with exhaustion, numbness, and a deep-seated, barely suppressed fear.
[You have entered a special hidden instance: "Historical Echoes: The Bloodshed of Soldiers"]
[Instance Type: Time-Space Echo Fragment (Historical Event Mapping)]
[Current Location: Outskirts of Dazexiang, Garrison Camp]
[Time Anchor: The Eve of the Uprising]
[Main Quest (Scene) Triggered: Survive until dawn, witness the events, and uncover the hidden truth behind them]
[Warning: The spacetime structure of this echo fragment is extremely unstable. Strong historical emotions may trigger a "will synchronization" effect. Please maintain a clear sense of self.]
[Warning: Your presence may have triggered an instinctive rejection from historical echoes.]
[WARNING: Any action you take may cause the world line to deviate from its original course, leading to the collapse of historical repercussions. Be careful! Be careful! Do not attempt to interfere with history in any way, even history that has already been established.]
"Historical Echoes — The Eve of the Uprising —" Lu Qingfeng quickly scanned the prompts and gained a general understanding of his current situation.
This is not real history, but a fragment of time and space on the eve of that famous uprising. It was salvaged from the long river of history by the powerful force of the Wandering Dungeon, and transformed into a historical echo that he can challenge.
Lu Qingfeng looked down at himself again, quickly checking his condition.
The illusionary body was still working, and he was still wearing the plain silk robe of a wandering sorcerer, but it was already soaked and stained by the torrential rain and mud, which didn't seem too out of place with the surrounding environment.
However, his upright figure still stood out somewhat compared to the exhausted soldiers around him.
Fortunately, Lu Qingfeng quickly used a concealment technique to hide his conspicuous aura.
But it was still too late; several huddled soldiers nearby had already raised their heads and were eyeing him warily.
A man who looked like a small leader walked over, leaning on a wooden stick, his steps uneven.
He had an old scar on his face, and his eyes were tired. He glanced at Lu Qingfeng up and down a few times, and said in a hoarse voice with a heavy accent, "Young man, you look unfamiliar. Which team are you from? It's raining heavily, don't wander around."
Lu Qingfeng made up an excuse, while lowering his aura even further: "We got separated on the way, lost our way in the downpour, and came here when we saw the light of the fire."
The scarred man frowned, seemingly wanting to ask more, but in the end he just waved his hand wearily: "Go squeeze in by the fire over there and warm up. This damn weather—if we can't set off tomorrow, something terrible might happen."
He muttered the last sentence under his breath, a deep worry flashing in his eyes.
Lu Qingfeng looked in the direction he pointed and saw a small bonfire burning weakly in the center of the camp. Twenty or thirty people were crammed around it, most of them silent, with only the crackling of sparks and the sound of rain mingling together.
He nodded his thanks and walked toward the fire.
Along the way, he could clearly feel the solidified despair that permeated the entire camp.
The fear of certain death upon delay, resentment towards the supervising officers, longing for home, and uncertainty about the future—
"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?" That saying was probably born under such circumstances!
Lu Qingfeng found a spot on the edge of the fire and sat down. He circulated his qi and blood slightly to dry his clothes, while cautiously releasing his senses as much as possible to observe quietly.
This instance clearly requires that there be no interference before the dust settles; I had already received a warning simply for my appearance.
[Warning: Unknown effects, world line deviation: 5.73%]
This is only the result of its own appearance; if there is any interference, who knows what the butterfly effect will become.
But this is good too, as it allows us to witness that period of history firsthand.
The soldiers around them occasionally whispered among themselves, discussing things like running out of food, rain delaying their journey, and the threat of execution for being late.
Fear spread like a plague.
Some people sobbed softly, some muttered curses, and most remained deathly silent, staring blankly at the leaping flames.
Time passed slowly in the downpour.
Around midnight, a slight commotion suddenly came from the edge of the camp, with faint, suppressed gasps.
Lu Qingfeng looked up and saw several people scrambling back from the darkness outside the camp, their faces pale. They pointed at the rain outside and stammered, "Fox—fox! A talking fox! It's calling—it's calling—"
"May the Great Chu rise! May Chen Sheng become King!"
A high-pitched, eerie fox cry pierced through the heavy rain and drifted faintly through the air!
The camp fell silent instantly, then erupted into an even greater commotion!
"Is Chen Sheng the King—Chen Sheng—the same person as Chen, the garrison commander?"
"Destiny! This is destiny! We—we—"
At this moment, fear began to transform into another, more intense and frantic emotion.
Lu Qingfeng slowly looked in the direction from which the sound came from. It was dark and the rain was like a curtain.
The pale blue divination mark on the back of his hand became slightly warm at that moment.
"here we go!"
Lu Qingfeng knew that at the heart of this fragment of historical echo, the prelude to the uprising that changed the fate of countless people was slowly unfolding before his eyes.
The rain intensified, and the flames danced in everyone's eyes, illuminating faces gradually ignited by the fervor.
From the distant darkness, the eerie cry of a fox rang out once more, this time clearer and more seductive: "The Great Chu will rise, Chen Sheng will be king!"
[Echoes of History: The Dazexiang Uprising - An Unknown Turn of Events Occurs, and the Main Quest Has Changed!]
The "Fox's Sorrow" quest has been triggered!
[Mission Objective: Uncover the hidden official history! And proceed with the mission officially without affecting the official history!]
[The specific methods for completing this task await discovery by the players themselves.]
Lu Qingfeng's blood and qi instantly surged; he had finally received his mission, and thankfully, he hadn't given up.
If, at this crucial moment when everyone is united and something joyful and exciting is about to happen, anything unusual happens—
But this fox's cry is a bit too much like a fox's cry!
After thinking it over, he quietly slipped away from the crowd and headed towards the source.