novelSusiti Chapter 1 Please grant me death
Chapter 1 Please grant me death
Wang Lun looked at himself in the bronze mirror, somewhat bewildered.
He had a thin but refined face, bright eyes, and a slight beard; he was a handsome man.
He then looked at his clothes, a white scholar's robe, spotless.
After a moment of confusion, he murmured, "Who...am I?"
He pinched his waist.
"Ouch—it hurts!"
Wang Lun was horrified, never expecting that the time-travel scenario would actually happen to him.
He gradually remembered that last night, in his previous life, he had been promoted for the first time after working for more than ten years, so he organized a dinner party. He drank a lot of alcohol and eventually lost consciousness.
He drank himself to death, so he time-traveled?
That was such a disgraceful and shameful death!
He sat there calmly for a moment, then suddenly realized that he was now also called Wang Lun and was the leader of Liangshan Marsh.
Wang Lun, the scholar in white? His pupils contracted.
Even if you were to transmigrate into the world of Water Margin, you should at least choose a heroic figure.
Imagine being transported into the body of Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero, or Lu Zhishen, the man who uprooted the willow tree.
At the very least, let me be Lin Chong for once and experience the thrill of climbing Liangshan on a snowy night.
He turned out to be Wang Lun, the scholar in white robes... the first chieftain of the Water Margin who was ousted by Lin Chong shortly after his appearance.
He brainstormed for a while, gradually accepted reality, and sat sadly on the stool.
In the Water Margin story, Wang Lun is a down-on-his-luck scholar who is unable to lift a finger or carry anything heavy. In addition, he is narrow-minded, has a very low standard of vision, and is intolerant of others.
To die so young...
When Chao Gai went up the mountain, he staged a scene of burning down Wang Lun.
Thinking of this, Wang Lun shuddered. He didn't know when Chao Gai would come up the mountain, what stage of the Water Margin it was, or how much longer he could live.
He can only vaguely remember that he was Wang Lun, the leader of Liangshan, and can't recall any more memories of this body.
Just then, someone knocked on the door: "Is brother asleep?"
Wang Lun was startled by the knocking. He composed himself and asked, "Who is it?"
"Brother Zhu Gui."
Wang Lun recalled that among his confidants in the Water Margin were Zhu Gui, Song Wan, and Du Qian.
He opened the door and saw Zhu Gui standing there. He had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes suggested he was a shrewd person.
Zhu Gui bowed and said, "Brother, everything you asked me to prepare has been prepared."
Wang Lun was taken aback: "What is it?"
Zhu Gui was also taken aback: "Brother, have you forgotten? You just told me to prepare two hundred strings of cash to send Chao Tianwang and the others down the mountain at Chenshi tomorrow."
"What?!"
That was a startling remark.
"You...you mean, Chao Gai?" Wang Lun stammered, somewhat incoherently.
Zhu Gui stared at Wang Lun, puzzled. "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why can't you remember anything? Today, Chao Gai and the others came up the mountain, wanting to seek refuge with our stronghold, but you had some concerns and planned to send them down the mountain tomorrow. You told me to prepare two hundred strings of cash and also asked Song Wan to invite Chao Gai and the others to meet at Duanjin Pavilion at Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow."
Wang Lun's expression changed drastically. Oh no! What I said is coming true. How come I'm going to die tomorrow morning after just arriving in the Water Margin world?
In the Water Margin story, it was at the Broken Gold Pavilion, when Lin Chong was seeing Chao Gai off down the mountain, that Lin Chong killed Wang Lun with a single spear thrust.
He looked at the sky; it was already late at night. By the time of Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow, there would be less than six hours left.
Suddenly, he shouted, "Quick, go and bring Song Wan back!"
Zhu Gui looked at Wang Lun with great confusion: "Song Wan has been gone for quite some time now, he must have already sent a message to Chao Gai."
Wang Lun's expression changed drastically. He stumbled back a few steps, barely managing to steady himself by holding onto the table.
In the Water Margin, Wang Lun was extremely mean to Lin Chong, secretly sabotaging him in countless ways, which led Lin Chong to harbor murderous intentions long ago.
Although Chao Gai was righteous, Wu Yong by his side was cunning and resourceful, Liu Tang was decisive and ruthless, and the three Ruan brothers were even more vicious.
In his memory, Wang Lun was only accompanied by Du Qian, Zhu Gui, and Song Wan at this moment, none of whom were skilled in martial arts. If they met at Duanjin Pavilion tomorrow, wouldn't it be a matter of life and death?
Wang Lun's face turned deathly pale. Was this fate? He had finally managed to cross over, only to find himself on a path of certain death, with only one night to live.
He sighed helplessly, sat down at the table, picked up the teacup with trembling hands, and poured down a glass of cold water, calming himself down a little.
After reviewing the Water Margin story, Wang Lun clenched his fist.
It is now the late Northern Song Dynasty, the worst of times and the best of times.
The worst-case scenario was the impending demise of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Jingkang Incident, followed by the Southern Song Dynasty's partial rule, and the constant conflicts and warfare between the Song, Jin, and Western Xia dynasties.
This is also the best of times. As the saying goes, troubled times produce heroes. As long as we hold fast to the heroes of Liangshan Marsh and the Water Margin world, and take Shandong as our base, why should we worry about not being able to participate in the struggle for supremacy?
Is death inevitable from the start?
If it were Wang Lun from Water Margin, he would definitely die.
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "But this Wang Lun is not that Wang Lun. I am the Wang Lun of the 21st century, not the Wang Lun of Water Margin."
In my past life, I was a hardcore military enthusiast, especially knowledgeable about weaponry and military systems from the era of cold weapons. With this knowledge, would it be enough to survive?
He looked at Zhu Gui and said, "Go and prepare a few things for me, and be quick." He then whispered the instructions to Zhu Gui.
After watching Zhu Gui leave, Wang Lun laid out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table.
He wrote on the paper for a long time before finally putting down his pen. Although he had learned calligraphy before, he still found it quite difficult to actually write with a brush.
Zhu Gui also brought the prepared items. Wang Lun opened the door and walked out into the moonlight, which illuminated his slender figure.
Regardless of Wang Lun's character and abilities in Water Margin, his appearance and physique were certainly excellent.
The Liangshan Marsh, stretching for eight hundred li, has not yet grown strong. There are not many houses, and the "scarcity of food and housing" is precisely the excuse that Wang Lun used to refuse Chao Gai's invitation to join the group in the original novel.
It was pitch black all around, with only the faint sound of the wind rustling the reeds.
After walking along the winding road for a while, Wang Lun passed a pond and paused briefly to listen to the chorus of frogs.
How could I die on the very first day of traveling through such a wonderful world?
Although he had lost the original owner's memories, Wang Lun still quickly found Lin Chong's room. The light was still on in Lin Chong's room. Wang Lun knew that in the original story, Lin Chong had already returned from his secret plot with Chao Gai and the others.
Lin Chong is the key to saving their lives.
He took a deep breath. The old Wang Lun was dead; now, there was a completely new Wang Lun, dressed in white.
The dazzling world of the Song Dynasty, here I come.
He didn't knock, but cleared his throat and asked, "Instructor Lin, are you asleep?"
After a moment of silence, Lin Chong opened the door.
Wang Lun looked over and saw that Lin Chong had a leopard's head and round eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's beard, and was about 1.8 meters tall. He secretly praised him as a "good man" and smiled as he cupped his hands in greeting: "Instructor Lin, I apologize for disturbing you so late at night."
Lin Chong was quite surprised by Wang Lun's arrival, thinking that Wang Lun had seen through his plan to rival Lin Chong. He glanced behind Wang Lun and, finding no one else, felt slightly relieved. However, his gaze darted away when he looked at Wang Lun.
Wang Lun noticed Lin Chong's subtle expressions. As someone who was well-versed in the Four Great Classical Novels, he had long since figured out Lin Chong's cautious and patient nature.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Wang Lun's lips as he stepped into the room. He saw a long spear leaning against the table, Lin Chong's favorite weapon. There was a rag on the table, indicating that Lin Chong had just been wiping the weapon.
He couldn't help but feel a little nervous, after all, he had come to the era of cold weapons, and his opponent was the ruthless killer Lin Chong.
After quickly reviewing his prepared remarks in his mind, Wang Lun turned to stare at Lin Chong and suddenly bowed deeply: "Instructor Lin, I have a request to make."
Lin Chong was taken aback, reached out to help Wang Lun up, and said, "Why do you say that, Chief Wang? Please feel free to give me your orders."
Although Lin Chong spoke politely, his tone was icy. Wang Lun smiled slightly and said, "Tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), I will be hosting a banquet for King Chao at Duanjin Pavilion. I humbly request Instructor Lin's assistance."
Lin Chong's expression changed.
"Please, Instructor Lin, grant me death tomorrow!"