The Soul Travels Through the Five-Nine Space in the Palm of Your Hand Without Panic

Jia Dongfeng, a modern social worker, had a month's salary he had just withdrawn from the bank in his pocket. Unexpectedly, it was stolen when he went out. He was so angry that he stood on the road and raised his middle finger to criticize himself. As a result, with a thunder and lightning, Jia Dongfeng completely disappeared from the world, leaving not even a hair behind. In 1959, in the production brigade of Jiajia Village, Hongguang Commune, in the eastern suburbs of Sijiu City, Jia Dongfeng, the 16-year-old only child of Jia Youcai's family, ran to the mountains to the west of the village and ate a few unknown fruits alone because of hunger. As a result, she died of food poisoning. Jia Dongfeng lay motionless on the hillside, the blazing sunlight shining on him was so harsh that he couldn't open his eyes. He could only block his eyes with his hands and looked at the bare hillsides around him. Jia Dongfeng thought to himself that he was standing in front of the bank because the money was stolen, scolding and hating himself. As a result, God couldn't stand it any longer, and struck him with a thunderbolt. This was where he had been struck. "Ah" A huge memory flooded into Jia Dongfeng's mind, and Jia Dongfeng, who was suffering from a splitting headache, passed out gorgeously again.