Chapter 184： Space originally belonged to Bai Lie

Chapter 184: Space originally belonged to Bai Lie

Bai Hengyu couldn't calm down in his heart.

According to Shu Yue's description, he remembered one thing. When he was a child in his previous life, before the drought and famine occurred, there was indeed a loud rumbling sound in the mountains.

What was it specifically? He was young at the time and could only run away but had no reason to join in the fun.

However, he was sure that it was not an earthquake, because he heard the sound, hid for a while and then returned to the cave where he lived, but the things inside did not move around.

He guessed that at least 60% of what Shu Yue dreamed about might have actually happened before.

As for this matter, it may be a little weird, but Bai Lie has been reborn, and Shu Yue, who died young in the previous life, has also survived, so what else is possible?

Bai Lie settled the sleeping Shuyue, and when he came to his senses, he saw the little boy's eyes, staring at him darkly.

"Do you want to sleep? It's time to sleep. I'll go to bed after eating. You and Shuyue lie down together."

Bai Hengyu: “…”

Are you going to sleep? Bai Lie paused and asked speculatively: "Hengyu is worried about me too? It's okay. I will be careful. I cherish my life."

Bai Hengyu: “…”

As long as you have an idea!

Actually, he was more curious about whether Bai Lie's previous life was really like Shu Yue's dream.

However, this feeling of knowing that you are reborn, but you don’t know that I am coming back is quite exciting. Bai Hengyu secretly poked at you and didn’t want to be exposed. He climbed onto the kang silently, glanced back at Bai Lie, and got under the quilt. Inside, he hugged the little girl familiarly, then turned around and glanced at Bai Lie.

Ah, it’s a bit exciting.

Shu Yue, who was asleep, was not really asleep. At this time, she appeared in a strange place.

This is a square room, about 10*10 in size, with hard walls and a hard floor. There are two rows of shelves next to one side of the wall, with jars placed on each row.

They are all meat sauce, pickled vegetables, pickles, salted duck eggs and preserved eggs, braised meat, bacon, bacon, smoked meat, air-dried meat, roast duck, ham, sausage, dried tofu, vermicelli and vermicelli, as well as some seasonings such as oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, etc.

There are rows of cardboard boxes next to each other on the other side, which is where canned braised pork, canned braised pork ribs, canned braised pork, canned braised beef, there are dozens of boxes piled there.

There are piles of rice, white flour, millet, cornmeal, etc. in the corner. They are all in extra-large sacks, like more than a dozen sacks.

There are also a lot of fabrics that look good in quality. There are more than a dozen boxes of clothes, shoes and socks for girls from childhood to adulthood.

Other than that, there are just some odds and ends, including tents, knives, daggers, darts, knives, guns, body armor, and even a few sets of adult men's clothes.

Those clothes didn't look brand new, some were even torn in places, and the shoes were still stained with mud. It was obvious that they had been worn by someone.

So-

Shu Yue rubbed her face, bent over the pile of adult men's clothes, picked up one of the leather wallets, and when she saw the ID card inside, Shu Yue's hands shook.

Name: Bai Lie;

Sex: Male;

Ethnicity: Manchu;

Born: July 15, 1933.

The address is an address in the capital. Below is the issuance date, validity period and number. In addition, there is a black-shelled document of unknown origin.

Shu Yue was horrified and her expression was a little strange.

Did this space originally belong to my father?

Is it that bead?

She subconsciously touched her chest and found nothing. She realized that she was now in space, and returned to her body with a thought. -

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Let me explain, Bai Lie was not reborn!

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