The surging river.
The boat floated and drifted forward along the current.
on board.
The boy stood in front of a pile of corpses, silent for a few breaths, looking at the rattle in his hand.
I saw a little blood on the rattle.
Lin Changfeng's knife just now was done with all his strength, and he didn't control the strength at all. There were blood splatters everywhere on the boat.
"I was supposed to save the world, I never thought of killing people first..."
The boy sighed and turned the rattle lightly.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Accompanied by the sound of the drum, phantoms flew out of the corpse one after another.
Eight killers.
They looked around in a daze, as if they hadn't figured out the situation yet.
The boy didn't give them time to react, and said softly, "Go!"
In an instant, a golden waterfall flew out from the rattle drum, rolled in the air, and immediately wiped out the eight souls completely.
The golden waterfall flew back, spinning around the rattle.
The boy raised the rattle high with one hand, made a strange seal with the other hand, and patted it lightly on the boat.
Cloudy.
The boat rose from the clouds on the big river, and disappeared into the void like an afterimage.
——Flying through the sky, but without substance or form.
No trace of it can be found anymore.
After the boy finished all this, he sat cross-legged on the deck of the boat and rested.
Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of him.
—Lin Changfeng.
The boy closed his eyes and said, "Just now, the laws of heaven and earth in the prehistoric world have changed, and it seems to have been changed by someone, so I don't think you should reincarnate for the time being."
The void behind him receded to both sides, revealing an infinite golden light.
"Your soul will be kept by me for the time being. After I confirm that there is no problem, I will send you to reincarnate. How about it?" the boy asked.
Lin Changfeng nodded, turned around and flew into the golden light.
…
In the deep passage.
The orange cat opened its eyes, looking at the rattle, with a complex look on its face.
memory-
Sure enough, I recovered some memories.
But this memory is too short.
Where did I come from? Why is it a congenital sage as soon as he appears
What about father and mother
"—follow the route I gave you, and you'll remember everything."
The voice of the sage of wind and rain echoed in his ears.
Without hesitation, the orange cat put the rattle away and returned to the vertical wall.
It's a long story, but it only took a breath to accept that memory just now.
To restore all memories earlier!
It opened its paws and ran upwards on the wall with all its strength, gradually turning into an orange shadow.
After ten interest.
The orange cat crawled out of the passage.
All around were coffins suspended in mid-air.
There was no sound.
The orange cat stared at those coffins, jumped lightly, and landed on one of the coffins without a sound.
—According to the arrangement of the sage of wind and rain, a fake corpse is sealed in the coffin, so that the orange cat can settle down easily without attracting any attention.
The orange cat couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Lin Changfeng is probably the reincarnation of Zhang Yinghao.
but-
He is not like Chihu who has been waiting in the cycle of reincarnation. Why did he not reincarnate until around the time when he reappeared
Could it be that he has been keeping his soul
How can this be!
The orange cat was thinking, while distinguishing the direction.
Soon, it saw the mark.
— On the top of a black stone pillar stands a statue of a unicorn.
The orange cat jumped lightly and landed on Qilin's head.
It thought for a while, stretched its tail down, and pressed hard into the unicorn's mouth.
It seems that something has been touched.
Ripples appeared in the space, and the wrapped orange cat disappeared directly from the spot.
It appeared in a small secret room.
I saw nothing in this secret room except a Guqin.
The orange cat looked at Guqin, and for some reason, two figures appeared vaguely in his mind.
It couldn't help but stepped forward and gently pressed its paws on the piano.
In an instant, countless light and shadow images quickly emerged in memory like a revolving lantern.
…
On the banks of the great river.
The boy collected the boat and set out on the road alone.
He passed through mountains, swamps, fields, and finally approached a stream.
There are many waist-deep puddles in the stream, in which some swimming fish, crabs and shrimps are hidden.
The child touched a fish, lit a fire, recalled Lin Changfeng's method of grilling meat, and grilled the fish.
A full meal.
After half a day.
The child stands on a cliff and looks into the distance.
On the hillside in the distance, crops can already be seen.
— We are approaching the place where there are people.
The child smiled.
There was no trace of tiredness on his face, but his small body seemed a little thicker, and he also grew a lot taller.
If you look carefully, you will find that in the surrounding space, from time to time, there are bright or dark twilight spots flying towards him, submerging into his body.
——The source of the entire prehistoric world is constantly nourishing him.
The child jumped off the cliff, landed on a narrow path, and walked forward along the path.
At dawn, he saw a village.
A smile curled up on the corner of the child's mouth, and slowly disappeared completely.
It was so quiet.
This place has been separated from the Buzhou Mountain area, so is there still a massacre of the village
The child's feet accelerated.
for a moment.
He went into the village.
There was no one in the village, and there was no trace of blood.
The child thought for a while, closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them again.
He looked around, his eyes kept moving, as if he was looking at something.
"Evil..."
The child's expression became serious.
He stared at the void, looked at it for a while, and suddenly walked into a village house along a small path, went straight to the bedroom, and stood in front of a small bed for a closer look.
He stood there for a while, stepped forward, and moved the pillows on the bed.
I saw a small jade tablet under the pillow.
The child picked up the jade tablet and looked at it.
I saw a few small characters written on the jade plaque:
"Introduction test, pass with the card."
The child sighed, and murmured: "What a coincidence, if you hadn't been sick, you wouldn't have died here, and you didn't even catch up with the entrance exam."
He took the jade card and recalled the other person's appearance, his figure gradually grew a little taller, and his appearance also changed slightly.
At this moment, he looked like a five-year-old boy.
After finishing this task, he walked out of the cottage and suddenly froze in place.
I saw a black shadow falling on the square in the village.
It was a tall and thin boy with fair face.
The boy's back was covered with a black cloth, and he carried a long thing on his back.
The young man turned his head, saw Gu Qingshan at a glance, and saw the jade tablet in his hand.
"You're not dead?" the boy asked in surprise.
The child hesitated, "Should I die?"
"No, of course you shouldn't die, I mean - how did you escape the evil spirits, after all, everyone in your village is dead." The boy said.
The child was silent for a moment, and then said: "I had a conflict with my family and caught a fish in the stream. After eating it, I just returned and found that everyone had disappeared."
The boy thought about it: "The stream—it's a bit far away."
A slender girl turned around behind him and said in a low voice, "I'll go check it out."
"go."
The girl's figure flashed and flew into the sky, heading towards the stream.
Not long.
The girl flew back again, and said with a strange expression: "There are indeed traces of grilled fish..."
"And then?" the boy asked.
"Obviously he can't grill it. Although the meat is almost eaten, the internal organs of the fish are still inside and have not been cut out." The girl said.
The two looked at each other.
Such a thing is really like what the five-year-old child in front of me did.
The boy's expression slowed down, he took out a booklet, and said to the boy, "Name?"
"Xia Sheng."
"age?"
"Five years old."
"—Well, I saw your name, come with us."
"where to?"
"You are qualified to take the entry test. I thought you were dead before, but now I find that you have escaped with your life. Naturally, I want to take you back."
"My family..."
"They're all dead, killed by the demon." The boy sighed.
The child was stunned, as if he hadn't reacted.
The boy shook his head, and was about to say something more, but suddenly raised his head.
I saw the sky suddenly turned into pitch black.
The world seemed different—
The surrounding cottages all turned gray, the ground was also covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and layers of fog surrounded the village continuously.
"Evil!" The young man shouted in a low voice.
He took off the black cloth behind him, turned the thing on his back sideways, and placed it in front of him.
— but it is a guqin.
The young man stretched out one hand and played lightly on the guqin.
A clear sound of the piano came out of nowhere.
In an instant, seven or eight afterimages flew out from behind him and scattered in all directions.
"Xia Sheng, don't be afraid, go hide under the tree!"
The boy exhorted.