All Liangshan’s Heroes Are Reborn, So I’m Not Accepting the Amnesty

I transmigrated into Song Jiang.

When I opened my eyes, an imperial decree was about to arrive. It was the same old amnesty plot. I’d read Water Margin, so I knew that after the original Song Jiang accepted this decree, only twenty-seven of his 108 sworn brothers would survive the campaign against Fang La, and he himself would eventually be dispatched with a cup of poisoned wine.

What a miserable ending. A damn miserable one.

But just as I was about to say, “Let’s rebel,” I realized something was off. Li Kui gripped his double axes, his gaze dark. Wu Yong fanned himself with a smile at the corner of his mouth. All 107 pairs of eyes stared straight at me. They weren’t looking at me like their big brother, but like a traitor.

Then Wu Yong whispered in my ear, “Brother, how did that cup of poison taste in your last life?”

I understood at once: all 108 Liangshan heroes had been reborn. Every one of them knew how they had died in their previous lives, and every one of them was waiting to see what I would choose.

I took a deep breath and smiled.

This time, I’m not surrendering. This time, if the Liangshan heroes are going to be anything, they’ll be emperors.