There is a word called accumulation but failure.

To understand it simply, it's like playing Tetris. Some people like to pile it up for a long time until a key module falls and all are eliminated.

The same is true for me at this moment. Along the way, I have learned too much bits and pieces of information. This information is messy. At this moment, it suddenly comes together, and many things are all at once.

It's all clear.

A story like this gradually emerged in my mind:

After all, Wei Boyan is a heavenly official. If the common people of Wei want to suppress him, it will definitely not be enough to rely on the ghost attendants from all directions. In addition, he definitely has other arrangements.

Judging from the information obtained from the abandoned people of the Ge Tian family, no matter whether it was the first suppression of Wei Boyan or the late Song and early Yuan Dynasties, when Wei Boyan rebounded and was then suppressed, without exception, thunder was rolling at that time.

, the earth dragon turns over, as if the end is coming.

These forces are the main forces that attack Wei Boyan, and they are also the real cage that binds Wei Boyan here.

There must be a flaw in the cage!!

There can be no perfect magic in this world. This is the law. Perfect things cannot exist. This is the way of heaven!

The common people of Wei made an oracle not to allow people living on the deserted island to approach the ruins of the Kingdom of Beauty, and not to allow descendants of the Wei family to climb here. They were all aimed at Wei Boyan. Obviously, these oracles involved flaws.

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It is very likely that once these taboos are broken, he will not be able to completely eliminate Wei Boyan. Even trapping Wei Boyan becomes a luxury!

At the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the Central Plains was raging with war and the Silk Road was cut off. So the Song people opened up the Maritime Silk Road, and many coastal fishermen embarked on this economic lifeline of the Southern Song Dynasty to make a living.

At that time, in a small village next to the ancient city of Jimo, a group of people raised funds to build a ship and embarked on this route. Among these people were Uncle Wu Gui and Zhong Hu.

But something unexpected happened, and they did not reach the trading place where milk and honey flowed. Instead, they encountered a storm and came to the ruins of the Beauty Kingdom.

At that time, after being suppressed for thousands of years, Wei Boyan seemed to have accumulated enough strength, so he launched the second riot. He poured out his anger on all matters related to the common people of Wei. The stone tablet left by the common people of Wei

The descendants of Ge Tian who were shattered and believed in the common people of Wei as gods also suffered crazy revenge.

For a time, the descendants of Ge Tianshi were exhausted and their attention on the coastline naturally relaxed.

Therefore, Uncle Wu Gui and Zhu Hu, who were living here, were lucky enough not to be caught by the descendants of the Ge Tian family and turned into monsters. They entered the mountainous area and went all the way here. Finally... they broke the oracle and came to Wei.

In front of Boyan.

The deaths of Tsukashu and the others must be related to Wei Boyan, but Uncle Wugui survived for some unknown reason. Another thousand years later, he went to Hai Gang with the Mingsunida Beauty.

If the oracle is broken, what kind of adverse impact will it have on the plans of the common people? I don’t know.

What changes will it bring to the suppressed Wei Boyan? I don’t know.

But, they must be related to Wei Boyan!!

I was still cautiously making guesses before, but when all the clues point here, there is no need to guess anymore. The facts must be like this. I even feel that the story formed in my mind is different from What happened at that time is 90% consistent, because only in this way can this series of events be connected in series!!

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No one knows that at this moment, I have already stirred up a storm in my heart.

Of course, attention to Uncle Wu Gui and Tsuka Tora has never stopped.

Uncle Wugui was staring at the bonfire in a daze, while Tsukatora kept scratching his body.

I didn't rush to interrupt them, but waited quietly and watched what happened.

After a long, long time, the two seemed to be in tune with each other, and their status changed almost at the same time.

Uncle Wu Gui's originally painful and confused eyes gradually became firmer, and his cloudy old eyes became clear. His eyes were calm and seemed very deep. I couldn't tell what he was thinking...

Tsukatora stopped scratching his body, and took out his hand from the broken part of the human skin. Some black and red liquid gradually flowed out from there, exuding a strong putrid smell, and lingering and rising threads. Black air.

"Ah, I feel comfortable..."

Tsukatora raised his head and exhaled a breath, and then he remembered returning to his hometown.

However, it was obvious that his attention was basically focused on Uncle Wu Gui, because his subconscious told him that this person was his old friend.

He looked at Uncle Wu Gui with some enthusiasm and said: "I'm sorry, I wasted some time, mainly because I was really in too much pain. Now, can you tell me, how should I go home? I really I miss home so much..."

Your home was destroyed by war when the Yuan people went south, and now there is not even a trace left there.

I muttered something to myself, but didn't interfere. I just looked at the two of them with interest.

"Your home..."

Uncle Wugui sighed softly and stood up from the rotten wood. Then he squatted in front of the bonfire, grabbed a half-burned piece of wood and played with it. The flames were reflected in his pupils, and he said expressionlessly: "Your home is my home. I also want to go home. I suddenly understand why you always like to warm yourself by the fire. Although the flames here have no warmth at all, looking at the flames always makes people think of home...

Don't worry, I will take you home, because I want to go home too..."

Enthusiasm flashed in Tsukatora's eyes: "Can you really take me home? No, go back to our home. What does our home look like now?"

"Well, I'll take you home!"

Uncle Wugui nodded heavily, and then...

Without any warning, he suddenly pulled out the half-burned stick from the fire, turned around suddenly and swung the stick towards Tsukatora's face.

Tsukatora was completely defenseless and was trying to hear him telling stories about his hometown. How could he avoid this fast and hard blow? He was swung hard and only heard a muffled "bang" sound.

The human skin that Tsukatora put on his head was pulled away, revealing a round head covered with colorful pustules. Under the huge blow force, Tsukatora fell backwards.

The skinny Uncle Wu Gui burst out with unprecedented speed at this moment, jumped up, and fiercely inserted the stick into Tsukatora's mouth.

puff!!

The wooden stick pierced Tsukatora's head and nailed his head to the ground. Tsukatora groaned.

Uncle Wugui didn't even look at him, he grabbed my wrist and turned around and ran away: "Xiaowei, come with me quickly!!"

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Chapter completed!