Dark clouds piled up, and there was a swirling black center above the city. The sky burst open, and thunderbolts rumbled.
Several young people are gathering, talking nonsense in the world.
"Speaking of my roommate... The one named Lin Shu," one of the young men clicked his tongue, "It's like he's sick, I haven't seen him say a word."
The person beside him opened a can of beer and echoed: "It's a compliment to say he's dumb, and he doesn't even have an expression. Hurry up and find a place to live. I really don't want to see him, fuck."
An extremely loud thunder cracked in everyone's ears, and between the deafening, torrential rain poured down.
They turned out the window in unison: "It's so fucking big."
The young man who complained just now lifted his eyelids and looked up at the sky, suddenly stunned, his eyes widened.
"This..." He hesitated and surprised. "Third, isn't that the dead face standing on the top of the building over there?"
The third child squinted his eyes hard: "It's really, such a heavy rain, this person is really mentally ill?"
"It's not depression, it must be autism, it's not normal anyway," the young man snickered.
"What a joy the mentally ill—looks like a sword."
However, before they could see it clearly, a scene beyond their cognition happened.
A huge purple thunder snaked in an unimaginable radial pattern in the black sky, and went straight towards the figure at the top of the building in the distance. At that moment, the light was so dazzling that no one could see what happened.
On the street downstairs, many people excitedly took pictures under the rain, with the words "The huge thunderstorm in X city looks like the end of the world, where is Daoist friend who is here to survive the calamity?"
—This was the last time they saw Lin Shu.
When Lin Shu woke up, he felt like he was lying down. He rolled his eyes and tried to open them.
"Little fool is awake!" A voice with a strong accent sounded in his ear.
His body froze immediately, his eyelids were as heavy as Mount Tai, the seams between his bones were rusted, and he almost couldn't breathe.
I am allergic to people, really.
He took a few deep breaths, the air was damp and rotten and smelled extremely bad.
He tried to run infuriating, and his cultivation base was completely useless.
"Why is there no movement again?" The voice continued to sound, it was a middle-aged aunt with a loud voice, she seemed to stretch out her hand and probe towards herself.
Imagining the heat of the approaching human body, Lin Shu's senses exploded into a ball, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
The aunt was also taken aback by his sudden eye opening: "You'll get a thousand knives!"
Lin Shu was stiff all over, took a few breaths, and finally saw the surroundings in dizziness.
The eldest woman in front of the bed looked fierce, wearing a linen jacket and skirt, her hair was twisted up, and a thin piece of wood was inserted, which was not a modern dress.
I was in a thatched hut, which was extremely dilapidated, and the walls were covered with potholes and mildew. If I were to make a retro movie, it would not be easy to build such a dilapidated house.
Lin Shu: "..."
Human tragedy.
He just wanted to cross the calamity—it was not too far from the ascension after crossing, but there was a class in the evening, and there was no time to leave the city to find the wilderness to cross, so he had to choose a tallest building nearby, so as not to disturb ordinary people.
The bad is bad in this building - good to die, installed a huge lightning rod, the lightning did not hit him, and was all led down by the lightning rod. People who cultivate immortality are not sincere in their hearts and will not be firm. They try to use foreign objects to avoid the catastrophe. Without exception, they will be punished by the gods.
He really didn't expect that the lightning rod could actually lead away the tribulation thunder.
Modern physics is killing me.
Lin Shu took a few breaths and felt his body.
The meridians are extremely stagnant, and the root bones are bizarrely poor. Saying that the aptitude is mediocre is to close your eyes and bullshit. If you want to cultivate immortality, you are afraid that a toad wants to eat swan meat.
He was like a student who was punished for cheating. Not only did he have to retake the course, but his textbook was also torn.
Seeing his sluggish appearance, the aunt lost her anger and sighed: "I've been stupid for almost ten years, but it doesn't seem to get better - I run into the corners all day, but this time I'm submerged, so I need to have a better memory."
A man shouted from far away, and the aunt gave a "hey", pressed the quilt on him, and turned away.
Her hand almost brushed Lin Shu's neck, causing goosebumps all over Lin Shu's body. He had difficulty breathing, and it took a long time to recover.
The aunt's move was a very normal kindness, but Lin Shu couldn't accept contact with people. The quilt was bizarrely damp and cold as iron. Covering it tightly was even more uncomfortable than not covering it.
When the aunt was far away, he got up from the bed, pushed open the sticky wooden door, and looked out. As far as the eye can see are the same dilapidated houses, gathered together in twos and threes, like a village. The courtyard where he is located is located on the outskirts of the village. Outside the village is the abandoned farmland. A little further away, it is gray and covered by fog, and nothing can be seen.
The sky was strange and very dark. To say it was early in the morning, there were people walking around and smoke from cooking; it was far-fetched to say that it was evening. unlucky. He couldn't think of anything for a while, and wanted to observe it again. When he saw villagers walking outside, the leg he wanted to step out shrank back, and he turned and walked back to the room.
The room was really lackluster, broken and messy. The furniture was only a bed and a table in front of the bed. There was no mirror, so he couldn't see his own appearance. He thought of the "little fool" and "little mad dog" that the aunt said. Guessing that this shell of his is indeed a dear friend with a mental defect, and I don't know what kind of respectable face he has.
Touching his weed-like hair, Lin Shu was a little suffocated.
At this moment, the courtyard door was overturned with a creak, and footsteps were heard behind him. He turned his head and saw that the person who came was still the aunt.
The aunt held a white bowl in her hand, stepped over the threshold, and said like a dog, "Little fool, it's time to eat!"
After shouting, the little fool turned his head and stared at himself, his expression still not quite like a normal person, but it was also very different from before.
The aunt frowned: "It's even more stupid after falling into the water once."
After speaking, she put the bowl on the table and turned to leave.
There are not many quiet people in this world, and a fool is one of them, because no one would talk to a fool. This is what Lin Shu has always wanted, but not now. He has to communicate with someone, otherwise, he can only be a fool here for a lifetime. Although he likes the quiet, he doesn't want to be a fool—especially a fool with a moldy quilt in a moldy room.
So, when the aunt was about to go out, she heard a trembling voice behind her: "...Thank you."
Aunt: "Ah!"
She turned around suddenly: "You are not stupid!"
Lin Shu nodded stiffly.
The aunt was about to dance, and she raised her voice and said loudly to the outside: "Little fool is not stupid!"
The sound of footsteps rang out, and in a moment, a large group of yellow-faced and skinny villagers gathered in Ulala at the door, all of them craned their necks to look into the room excitedly.
"Isn't the little fool stupid?"
"Isn't the little fool really stupid?"
"The little fool is really not stupid!"
Lin Shu: "..."
How could a fool make such a big noise when he suddenly became smart
The aunt put down the bowl, shivered and stepped forward, holding Lin Shu's hand: "You... can you remember anything?"
Lin Shu: "!!!"
He was grasped by the aunt, his hair stood on end, his eyes darkened, and he stepped back like an electric shock, almost flying out of the sky.
Unexpectedly, the aunt knelt down: "You must save us!"
When the villagers saw the aunt kneeling down, they followed suit and kowtowed outside the door: "You must save us!"
Lin Shu moved his lips and struggled to organize his words, trying to ask why these people were kneeling.
Unexpectedly, I haven't spoken for a long time, and I can't organize at all.
He said with difficulty: "What do you want me to do?"
Several people started talking, especially the aunt's voice was the loudest. Fortunately, although Lin Shu could hardly speak, he could still listen to people's words, and barely understood what they meant.
Ten years ago, I don't know what monsters and ghosts were at work - in short, there was a great disaster. When the whole village was in danger, a fairy passed by and used magic to protect the place for ten years, on the condition that the villagers were entrusted with a dumb little boy. Fool, said it was his apprentice.
The villagers asked again, if the spell can be protected for ten years, what should we do after ten years.
The immortal hit a lot of fronts, said a lot of magic words such as "but wait for the opportunity to come", and left floating.
Now, the ten-year period is approaching, and the magic barrier is also crumbling, but the little fool is not stupid. It can be seen that the opportunity has come, and the villagers are naturally overjoyed.
Lin Shu looked outside.
It's still the same scene - the ghostly mist filled the four fields, and it is said that the life in the mist is extinct, and it is full of living corpses and evil spirits. The whole village is like an island in the sea. There has been no news from the outside for ten years. Even if the villagers want to break their heads, there is no way to get out. If he has no countermeasures, he will also be trapped here.
He has cultivated immortals since he was a child, and he has excellent roots. He has cultivated for more than ten years, and has reached Mahayana smoothly. Now he has been sent to this place by heaven. Not only is he trapped, but he has to talk to people.
Lin Shu stood there, took a few deep breaths, and after doing some psychological construction, he finally organized the language and asked, "Is there a sword?"
The villagers looked at him together, their knees were a little weak, and they wanted to bow down again.
I didn't expect that the little fool would be so calm and calm once he was enlightened, and he really had the demeanor of a master. Immortals would not deceive me.