Chapter 003: Help!

Ye Xiaotian felt himself rising, the afterglow of his eyes felt that he had not only risen away from the height of the pool, but even the height of the villa. Ye Xiaotian whooshed and sat up, looking down at himself, he realized that his hands, legs and torso were all white and transparent!

Ye Xiaotian hurriedly turned to look at the ground, his body was still lying in the swimming pool, several male colleagues had disconnected all the power supply of the stage lights, all twenty-nine colleagues were slowly approaching the swimming pool, some female colleagues cried, some covered their mouths in disbelief while crying.

Fang Xiaomin, Li Junmei, Xiao Zhao and Xiao He were the four great beauties in the customer service team. At this moment, they were powerless and paralyzed together, sitting on the grass by the pool, crying loudly.

One male colleague was making a first aid call, and four others went into the water, ready to lift Ye Xiaotian out of the water.

Ye Xiaotian in the sky shouted to his colleagues on the ground, "I'm not dead! You guys quickly look up! Quickly pull me back!"

Unfortunately, since the beginning, none of his colleagues could see Ye Xiaotian's soul body detach from his body in the pool and soar, and no matter how much he cried out, no one could hear his shouts.

Ye Xiaotian's soul body soared faster and faster. Ye Xiaotian shouted uninterruptedly for a few minutes, his voice was muffled, but it didn't help. Now, in his eyes, his family's big villa has become a small black dot in the line of sight ...

Until the whole soul body out of the atmosphere, he can no longer see his home in his eyes, until he can no longer distinguish the boundaries of China's map, his eyes are only left with a blue planet in front of him - the Earth.

When the earth also became smaller and smaller from his eyes, so small that it was only as small as the head of a pin, and then was hidden in the glittering starlight that filled the sky, Ye Xiaotian understood that he was floating in the universe.

"Alas, the great twenty-fifth birthday ah, one of the best age in life ah! Originally, I still wanted to confess to Fang Xiaomin after the party tonight, if she refused, I would confess to Li Junmei; if Li Junmei also refused, then Xiao Zhao or Xiao He, if one doesn't work, then line up the next, and never let the night of my birthday be a meaningless night. But now, I am dead, all the fantasies are disillusioned! Pity, what a pity, if God gives me another chance, I want to ... Oh, and mom and dad, if they learn that I'm dead, they must be very sad ..."

Sadness, fantasy, regret, remorse ... Ye Xiaotian's mind thought a lot and cried.

Finally, he thought of one thing: "Those adults on TV used to always coax children that when people die, they will be transformed into stars in the sky. I used to think that was all a lie to children. Nowadays, it seems that it's not all a lie. It is true that my soul does go up to the sky after death. However, as for me turning into a star, that's unlikely because I've just passed by hundreds and thousands of stars. At most, this soul of mine will land on a planet ... Dang, if I land on a desert planet with no one on it, I'll be a lonely ghost. ... No, I want to land into a planet with people, and it's best if I can land on a rich male son, then I'll be a happy traveler ..."

Ye Xiaotian just rambled on, thinking exclusively on the good side as a way to comfort his wounded heart.

He also did not know how long he had been drifting in space, Ye Xiaotian felt that more than ten years or a hundred years had passed, it was literally thousands or tens of thousands of years. He had spent so many long lonely years that he was simply going crazy, and in the end, he had to close his eyes and wrap himself in a state of numbness.

At the end, he drifted over a planet, or to be precise, over a continent suspended horizontally, not a sphere, but a continent held up by lightning and dark clouds.

There is a high mountain at each end of the continent, and between the two mountains is a jumble of mountains, rivers, plains, lakes, and swamps stretching for untold thousands of miles.

Descending closer, Ye Xiaotian saw that war was actually happening on this continent.

On the first day, there were men and women with huge dove wings or huge bat wings fighting in the sky, and those with wings had not just one pair of wings on them, but some had two or even three pairs of wings.

The next day, on the ground, there were black and silver heavy and light cavalry charging and fighting against each other, and heavy and light infantry in armor slashing at each other.

On the third day, a siege took place.

On the fourth day, the battle of the river crossing took place between the two sides.

Day 5, ...

The air currents generated by the battle constantly slapped Ye Xiaotian's soul body, keeping him from falling to the ground, and furthermore, no one saw him.

The war lasted five years.

Ye Xiaotian had tried countless times to leave this ghostly place where wars were fought to the point of darkness, but no matter which swimming position he utilized, he could not paddle away from this continent. He was just rushed around by the air currents generated by the flapping of angel wings and demon wings, by the air currents scraped by the stones from the stone throwers, by the air currents flashed by the bows and arrows, and by the air currents wielded by the swords and guns, and he even had to turn over a few thousand times a day.

Finally, one day, a man with four pairs of wings flew out of each of the huge palaces high up in the mountains on either end of the continent. The two sides, each with their own ultimate fighting force, rose to battle on this day to begin the summit showdown.

The battle between this pair of eight-winged angels and eight-winged demons lasted for seven days and seven nights. During these seven days, the legions of angels and demons also began their final desperate confrontation, and the cavalry and infantry on the ground engaged in a final showdown.

At the end of the day, the fighting on the ground gradually ceased, dead bodies littered the ground, the wounded and maimed wailing or dying. Angels and demons alike in the sky kept falling as they stabbed and slashed at each other.

When both the angel and the demon had fallen to the ground, only the eight-winged angel and the eight-winged demon were left in the highest air to face each other across the sky.

Ye Xiaotian, who finally had no air currents to impact his soul body, was drifting down towards the ground, between the eight-winged angels and the eight-winged demons.

At this time, the eight-winged angel and the eight-winged demon each used their side's greatest killing move. The eight-winged demon held a lance in both hands, and the eight-winged angel held a huge sword in both hands, charging towards each other -"Boom - rumble - rumble" The deadly clash between the Ultimate Angel and the Ultimate Demon, centered on the two of them, produced a shocking and earth-shattering huge explosion.

Two of the continent's top combatants were instantly reduced to nothingness. The angels, demons and humans on the ground, those close to the center of the explosion turned into dust; those far from the center of the explosion turned into pieces of flesh; those even further away had their arms and legs crippled; those still further away were either blind, deaf, or drowned by the earthquakes and volcanoes that erupted one after another on the earth ...

The furthest away were the angels, demons, or humans who were lucky enough to survive a portion of their lives near those two high mountains at either end of the continent.

Originally, there were one billion humans on the continent, and one million angels and demons each. Today, after five years of war, there are only 100 million humans and about 10,000 angels and demons each.

Ten days later, the only remaining six-winged angel and six-winged demon on the continent, whose wings were both injured and crippled, signed an armistice agreement under the pressure of their respective remnants and in the spirit of their respective needs for recuperation and rest. The two sides used the Dark Moon Mountain Range in the middle of the continent as the boundary, and set up boundary markers in the center line of the mountain range, so that each side could not cross the boundary.

Twenty years later, after a respite, both the angelic and demonic camps had regained some of their vitality, and both sides began to fight over land, labor, and minerals, and began to friction from time to time.

Late that night, in a home on the outskirts of a small town on the edge of the Rocky Mountains, the center of power in the angel camp, a shout came from a house, "Help!"

Fifty-three-year-old Papa Yerofei and his companion Alina, hearing shouts from the other side of their son's sleeping quarters, hurriedly got out of bed, lit candles, and came together to their son's room.

Alina lifted the mosquito net and looked at her son, who was sweating profusely, his eyes tightly closed, his face full of pain, and his hands waving, and asked eagerly, "Ye Xia, what's wrong with you?"

Papa Yerofei put the candle on the table, hung the mosquito net, and probed his son Yersha's forehead with the back of his hand before saying to Alina, "He still has a fever."

The fifty year old Alina's old mother hurriedly went to the kitchen and fetched a basin of cold water over, wetting a towel with the water, wiping Ye Xia's sweat, and then placing the towel on Ye Xia's forehead.

Papa Yerofei warmed the pot of medicine by the fire for a moment, then poured the broth into a bowl and fed Yersha a few sips from a small spoon.

Half an hour later, watching her son not make a fuss, Alina's mom went back to bed. Another half an hour later, looking at his son sleeping quite peacefully, Yelofei old man also went to his room to rest.

The next morning, when Mr. and Mrs. Yelofei cooked breakfast and brought it to the table, they were surprised to find that their son, Ye Xia, had long since gotten up and freshened up and was sitting at the table waiting for breakfast.

During dinner, Ye Xia asked his old man: "Dad, did you guys tear this calendar early? I remember that the day I went out was the tenth, and then on the road my head took a hit and I fainted. How come I woke up today and looked at the calendar and it was the twentieth?"

Alina put down the knife and fork in her hand and snatched the first reply, "Ye Xia, you've been fainting for ten days and you just woke up today."

"No way?" Dumbfounded, Yeesha turned her gaze from her mother to her father.

"Aye, that's right. I guess you were knocked unconscious by the bandits, the horse you were riding was gone, and you didn't have anything of value left on you. A neighbor was on his way back from town when he saw you passed out on the side of the road and sent you back. For the past ten days, you've been unconscious, and you've had frequent nightmares and cried out for help from time to time."

Ye Xia fell silent and stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth with a spoon full of rice, he believed his parents' words, because his parents loved him as their only son the most since he was a child and would not lie to him.

When Alina saw that her son was silent, she asked without words, "Ye Xia, what have you been dreaming about the past few days?"

Ye Xia swallowed the rice in her mouth and sliced the bread with her knife while answering, "I've been back and forth, vaguely, always dreaming that I've somehow become a person named Ye Xiaotian, swimming with a few women ..."