I retraced my death nine hundred and ninety-nine times during the famine, but I still watched the whole village starve to death.
Until the nine hundred and ninety-ninth rebirth, Zhang Jiao gave me the last half of the cake: "Little friend, stay alive."
For this favor, I am determined to use the memory of a thousand reincarnations to change his destiny.
I present modern histology to reconstruct the Yellow Turban Army and use guerrilla tactics to fight against the elite Han army.
When Zhang Jiao was dying of high fever, I extracted salicylic acid from willow bark to prolong his life.
Seeing that there was only one step left for the Yellow Turban to succeed, Zhang Jiao pulled me tremblingly:
"My little friend, you have saved me thousands of times in reincarnations, but have you ever thought... Maybe I shouldn't live in the first place?"
