At night, Mai Tiebang looked at the book carefully and he became "me". In a dilapidated house, he looked at the crisp letters with dim lights, recording the little bits and pieces that were unknown to me.

As I watched, scenes emerged in my mind, and I seemed to have incorporated the author's memories, those bizarre memories.

I dreamed that my movements were as strong as a monkey, stretching my arms and climbing vine branches, moving and jumping in a dense forest of mountains.

This is a tall mountain, which seems to be connected to the blue sky, with white clouds everywhere in the sky, like fish scales.

There are woods at the foot of the mountain, and the branches and leaves are like iron thorns, emitting a little cold light.

The cold light was dazzling, and my eyes were blurred. I suddenly fell down the valley and barely climbed the branches.

The valley is blue and white, like a covered ground with frost, with countless red shadows on the frost, like a raging flame.

I looked at the flames without feeling the slightest heat.

This is a flame composed of flags, swaying in the wind, but not shaking, rippling with the fishy smell of blood, reminding people of death.

In the ominous flames, black smoke filled the air, soldiers wearing armored approaching along the roads in the valley.

Amid the black and red, a flower bloomed, and the brilliance of the flower seemed to dispel the unknown black and red around it.

The flowers are so beautiful that I can see them in my sight.

"That woman, I want it, you can find a way to get in."

The whispering sound came, cold and sharp, like a leaking bellows, hoarse and lengthy.

The sound did not enter my ears, but was like countless ants lying on my head, gnawing on my scalp, and then seeping into my mind.

Without thinking too much, I turned around and left, continued to rush and jump in the forest, turned behind the mountain, and ahead of the road out of the valley.

Without the obstruction of the woods, the sun shone unscrupulously on my body, which made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I remembered the dark, damp and comfortable caves.

I suddenly felt that I was a mountain man, and my hometown was not far ahead, so I pretended to be a miserable person who was fleeing and encountered the outpost of the team leaving the valley.

The army with high fighting spirit is about to go south to quell the rebellion. The general who led the troops is young and proud. He is a stubborn donkey who knows how to live or die. I knelt down humbly and cried and begged him to save my family.

And my family... do I have family?

It seems that there isn't...

But now, now I have family, they were killed by rebel barbarians, and their thin bodies twisted in the charred ruins, like grass chewed in the mouth by a cow.

Suddenly some of my family members were dead, so I should be sad. However, such grief could not make me shed a tear, so I covered my face and cried bitterly, tearing my eyelids with my fingers.

The bright red blood is the favorite of the man-in-law, but as a humble slave, I let it flow on my face in vain.

When the young general saw me crying, his blood turned into raging anger. He drew out his shiny sword and showed his power to the mountains: "I will regain Shixing and wipe out the barbarians!"

The stupid madman was moved by my blood and wanted to lead his troops to continue advancing, capture the cities ahead, quell the rebellion, and take me with me to avenge me.

My hatred is unknown, but the beautiful flowers are not far away.

That was the young general's wife, she was so beautiful, her eyes were shining with stars and beautiful longings, and she wanted to pass on the family line for her husband.

This won’t work. My husband is the best person you serve.

I murmured and sang the song, the song was melodious, like spider silk floating, sticking to the petals of the flowers, making her turn: "The song is so nice, are you a local?"

I am a local or a person from where I am, but I can't remember it, but I blurted out my words with enthusiasm: "Yes, I grew up here since I was a child."

After hearing this, the sound of people feeling very comfortable in their ears came again: "So, have you heard of the white ape sperm? Some people say that there is white ape sperm in this area."

White Ape? Isn’t my husband the man just white?

Looking at the beauty, I blinked: "I haven't heard of it before..."

Seeing this, Mai Tie Staff put down the book, picked up the tea cup, tasted the tea, picked up the book and continued reading. There was no intention of going to bed at all. The clock next to it had pointed until one o'clock in the morning.

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"Ahem cough cough..."

Xiao Mohe coughed, pulled the quilt on his body, tightened the clothes he was wearing, adjusted his sitting position, then picked up the book, followed by the candlelight beside the couch, and continued to read.

Xiao Moha, who is nearly 80 years old, has a white hair and his former burly body has long been thin. He is in his twilight years old and can no longer gallop on his horse and dances his horse spear like flying. While he is still a little decent, he says he is sick and writes a letter to retire and enjoys his life at home.

His life was ups and downs, but the son of the Shixing County Magistrate of Lingbiao was promoted step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step.

Recalling the past will only make you sad, which is not good for your health, so Xiao Maha no longer misses the past. He usually watches operas, reads books, or listens to his servants "talking" books, and lives a comfortable life.

His unselfish Xu Xian had passed away. His two sons had one or two positions, and they would be at least an official family in the future. The daughter and her son-in-law (Chen State deposed crown prince, Wuxing King Chen Yin) lived in house arrest as well, so there was nothing to worry about.

However, Xiao Mohe did not want to recall the past too much, but the past came to her.

The new "Legend" in his hand was narrated in the first person "I". The writing style was very special. After listening to the servant's recitation, Xiao Maha was fascinated by listening to it. He took the book over and read it slowly by himself.

I couldn't stop seeing this.

"I" is an agent of "Shitaxi" and was ordered to investigate a strange case. However, as the investigation progressed, more strange things appeared before our eyes.

Xiao Maha transformed into "I". In order to pursue clues to solve the case, he came to Lingbiao Shixing and returned to his hometown.

Of course, this place is now Shaozhou of Zhou State.

Here, after a period of twists and turns, "I" found the long-clogged letter paper, and learned a strange experience from these worn papers.

Following the experience, I "saw" the young General Ouyang.

The old friend Ouyang He and Xiao Maha vaguely remembered the other party's appearance. This Ouyang Langjun, who recovered Shixing at a young age, later took charge of Lingbiao, but rebelled, and ended up defeated and killed. The whole family was killed.

That year, Xiao Moha was among the imperial army that attacked Ouyang He.

Of course, Ouyang He had a son, Ouyang Xun, who was able to escape the great disaster. This is a later story. Xiao Maha also heard about the "mystery" of this person's life experience.

Now, he "witted" the rumors with his own eyes. The narrative of the story author made him immersive and experienced a strange and terrifying strange thing.

This "legend" is so interesting. Xiao Maha wished he could finish reading the book in one breath, so he didn't sleep late at night. He sat on the couch, leaned against the pillow, and worked tirelessly to read the story book.

And now...

"I" unveiled another memory of the dusty past in the narrative of an old man.

Xiao Moha, who is a reader, has experienced that past event at this time, and the author "narrated" the incident in the book in a very strange and terrifying way, which made Xiao Moke suddenly feel chilled as he looked at it.
Chapter completed!