If you can, please erase me

Night.

The bright moonlight spilled onto the ground.

This is a mass grave, and it is not unusual to have such a mass grave during the war years.

No one passes by even during the day, let alone at night.

There was silence.

Suddenly, a small dirt bag made a movement, and a somewhat pale arm stretched out from the dirt.

He crawled out of the dirt.

Dusting off the dirt on his body with his hands, he could vaguely see that he was a handsome young man, but his face was a little pale.

His movements were stiff, as if he hadn't moved in a long time.

As the body shakes, the bones make a tooth-biting sound.

He picked up a newspaper that had been burned in front of the grave next to him.

It reads: The words of the ninth year of the Republic of China.

"Has the Daming Dynasty also perished? How long did I sleep this time? The

young man had forgotten how long he had lived.

He remembers that he was born in a tribe where the people used animal skins for cold and used stones.

Slowly, he discovered that his body was different from that of other tribesmen.

He doesn't grow old, he doesn't even die.

He was like an outlier.

Over time, he became acutely aware that the clansmen rejected him and regarded him as a monster.

Unbearable to look at the discrimination, he left the tribe and walked alone on the earth, occasionally shedding tears, an emotion he later learned called loneliness.

For this, he took the initiative to make many friends.

He served as the vanguard general of the Yellow Emperor and fought against Jiuli for the Yanhuang tribe.

He also witnessed King Wen's deduction of Zhou Yi.

He also helped the First Emperor to unify Liuhe.

He also traveled with poets to various famous mountains and rivers.

He watched one friend after another grow old and die.

And he does not grow old or die.

So he stopped making friends and got used to being alone.

He tried suicide, but whether he jumped off a cliff, took poison or fed a beast, he suffered an injury that was fatal enough for ordinary people and could not be recovered.

He will pass out, and when he opens his eyes again, he will appear in the safe position he was in the previous moment, and his body will be unscathed.

Like an incomprehensible, unimaginable spectacle.

His name is Lü Yan, and he is an immortal.

For Lu Yan, eternal life is more like a curse.

Immortality made him very tired, not physically but psychologically.

For thousands of years, there was no family, no friends, wandering the world like a lonely ghost.

Slowly he learned to sleep and find a piece of ground to bury himself.

In a dark environment, time becomes less important.

After waking up, he traveled for several days in this era, witnessing the poor life of the lower class and the drunken dream death of the upper class.

Another scene of the end of the dynasty with solidified class and insensitivity.

He had seen this sight many times, and it was a little boring.

He did not like such times and buried himself again.

I hope that the next era will be a little more interesting.

...

In a park in the city.

Lu Yan crawled out of the dirt.

The mouth babbled meaningless shouts, and after not speaking for too long, they were almost unable to speak.

After adjusting slightly, he walked in the direction of the light.

It will already be late at night.

Passing a closed clothing store on the side of the road, the clothes in the window are clean and tidy.

Lu Yan looked down, and the Zhongshan suit on his body was a little shabby.

Frow slightly.

A punch was thrown and smashed the window.

Ignore the wounds scratched by glass shards and the whining sound of the automatic alarm.

I picked a black top and jeans to change into.

At this point, the wound on the hand has healed.

Although he is still young in appearance, he has lived for a long time, is very kind, and does not feel irritated because the alarm keeps ringing.

I covered the alarm with a piece of clothing, took a backpack in the store, loaded the changed clothes, and walked out naturally.

He has no direction, just walks around casually and takes a look at the world of this era.

"Hey buddy, do you know where there is an internet café?"

Suddenly, a very annoying voice sounded in Lu Yan's ears.

Turning around, two gangsters with yellow hair and a tattooed arm walked to Lu Chen's side, and one of them put his arrogant hand on his shoulder.

Does the current person speak the northern official dialect, Lu Yan thought to himself, he could speak this language.

Lu Yan put the bag down very calmly and asked kindly: "What is an Internet café?" What age is this? "Lean

! Dude, are you playing the fool, yes, you don't know where there is an Internet café, lend a few hundred yuan to your brother as an Internet messenger?

One of the yellow hairs took a switchblade from his pocket and dangled it in front of Lu Yan.

"I don't have any money." Lu Yan answered honestly.

"!"

Huang Mao is very angry, dressed so well, he won't give hundreds of yuan, he wants money and dies, right?

Immediately, with a frightening nature, he stabbed Lu Yan in the stomach.

But Lu Yan did not dodge, and looked at the insertion with flat eyesThe stomach with the knife is soaking blood.

The two yellow hairs were a little dumbfounded, just came out to grab money, how could they have thought of running into this kind of weirdo.

Lu Yan grabbed a yellow-haired hand and broke a finger with a click.

The tone is still very kind: "What era is it now?"

"Ah ~ no, big brother I was wrong, big brother spare your life."

Click!

Lu Yan broke one of his fingers again, and his tone remained unchanged: "What era is it now?"

"2010, 2010 ah big brother!"

...

Huang Mao home.

The two yellow hairs covered their fingers, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen and they knelt on the ground, shivering.

Lu Yan sat on the sofa in their house, holding a can of cold Coke that had just been turned out of the refrigerator, and drank it without a sip.

"Great... Big brother, we are wrong, we should not come out to grab money, you spare us.

Lu Yan ignored it.

At this time, he was listening with great interest to the mechanical voice coming out of his head.

"Ding."

"The host's psychological quality has been detected to meet the standard, and the reincarnation system has been bound."

"The first reincarnation trial will begin in thirty seconds."

"Ask the host to stay where you are and don't move. Otherwise it will be erased. After

a hundred years of slumber, such an interesting thing has appeared in this world.

Obliterate?

I really can't ask for it.

Thinking of this, Lu Yan stood up and left from the sofa.

Walk over to the kitchen table and sit.

At this time, the mechanical voice in Lu Yan's mind was sounding madly.

"Five seconds to turn on teleportation!"

"Warning! Warn!

"If the host is detected to be out of place, the host should return to the same place immediately, otherwise it will be erased."

"About to be erased!"

Lu Yan's expression was calm, quietly waiting for five seconds to pass, and even took a sip of ice cola.

"Obliteration begins!"

Half a minute passed.

The mechanical voice in his head made a series of sounds of unknown meaning.

"Unknown cause detected, erasure failed."

"It's being dealt with urgently."

"Start the fallback."

"The highest difficulty trial will be selected, please return to the place and start teleporting!"

Lu Yan sighed and shook his head slightly.

Is it true that even this magical thing can't kill me?