Ninth Generation Crazy Owl

When Pingchuan woke up, his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. The last image that flashed through my mind was that of the rainforest—gunshots, corpses, and the superior's words, "Mission first." He died and then lived. But the person who came back alive was not just the special soldier codenamed "King of Hell". His mind was filled with countless scenes that did not belong to this life: the light of swords on ancient costume battlefields, figures collecting herbs in the mountains, fights on the streets of the Republic of China, gunfire in the jungles of Southeast Asia... He didn't know where these memories came from, he only knew one thing - He knows many things. Swordsmanship, medical skills, tactics, and firearms. No need to learn, just pick it up and you will know it. In his last life, he was betrayed by his own people and died a useless person. In this life, no one can ride on his head again. He wants to live, live well, and let the brothers who follow him also live well. As for those memories that are jumbled up in my mind—think about them when you have time. As for the fiancée who drank Kunlun Snow Bud - when she had nightmares, his hands would shake. He himself didn't understand why. Nanzhou City is calm on the surface, but there are undercurrents surging underneath. Some people called him trash, some wanted his life, and some called him "Master" behind his back. He didn't know who that voice was, but he knew— In this life, he must live and understand.