Shen Tuo woke up to find himself reborn as a landlord’s son in Guide Prefecture in the fourteenth year of the Chongzhen reign.
His father had just died, his land was on the verge of being taken, his clan uncle was watching like a hawk, and even the family steward had poisoned the rice with arsenic.
Just as he thought he was finished, a voice rang out in his mind:
[Death Squad Summoning System activated]
[Lv. 1: Summon one death soldier per day (cost: 1 cubic meter of soil)]
[The higher the level, the more you can summon]
Shen Yi: Master, he put arsenic in the rice.
Shen Er: Master, I memorized the letter Feng Shichang wrote to the prefect’s aide.
Shen Liu: Master, all three hundred guards at the Lu family compound have gone missing before dawn.
If one death soldier wasn’t enough, he’d summon a thousand. If one Guide Prefecture wasn’t enough, he’d conquer the whole Central Plains.
When Li Zicheng reached Guide Prefecture, he wouldn’t find an empty city, but a silent army of death soldiers, hard as iron.
