I couldn't understand this, so I simply put the red oil-paper umbrella on the table of the Eight Immortals, and put it together with the pile of white gold, not planning to touch them again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the evening, after a late-night supper. I went out for a walk, and the compound of Jinyiwei Wangfu was very large. If I let the whole palace compound go through, two hours is estimated to be enough to choke, and I often follow the road I walked, walking back and forth a few times to eliminate food.

And just as I walked to the small bridge, the ground suddenly fell to the ground, as if I had stepped on something, and when I looked down, it was a book.

This book. It's very quaint, it doesn't have a title, and it's one of those old thread-bound books. Turning the pages of the book, reflecting the lanterns hanging around the palace, I took a closer look, and strangely, this book not only did not have a title, but also had no content.

I flipped through several pages in a row, and finally I simply flipped from the first page to the last, and I didn't find a single word.

It's kind of interesting.,No wonder this broken book will be thrown away.,This thing is useful to keep.,It's hard to wipe your ass.。 I didn't think much of it, grabbed the book, and put it on the fake stone next to it. After all, littering is not good, and tomorrow I will tell the palace maid to throw it away. Honghong estimates the demise.

Rubbing his belly, humming the little apple in the palace compound, although he felt very comfortable, as long as he thought of Wendao Lingyun, he immediately sighed, and a cloud of sorrow came to his heart. I really wanted to kill him.

Everyone says that hatred is not advisable, and when is it time to retribution for injustice, but I personally think that people who say this kind of thing are just standing and talking without backache, and it didn't happen to you, you can say whatever you want. When persuading others, one is wiser than the other. One is more witty than the other, but what if the thing or hatred happens to themselves? I don't think they necessarily have the reaction of others.

Wendao Lingyun, I must kill him, because he killed the woman I love the most, and killed my dearest brother, and he will not avenge this revenge and swear not to be a man.

Thinking about it, the soles of my feet went soft, and I felt that I had stepped on something again, because the ground in the palace was all paved. They are all paved with neatly polished stone slabs, and they will not step on any hard objects at all.

I looked down and saw that there was another book at my feet, and when I picked it up, it was strange, the book still had no title, a quaint cover, and a quaint thread-bound book style. And when you open it, you can't see anything in it at all.

I looked back at where I had just walked and thought to myself, could this be the book I had just thrown away? I've walked back in?

On second thought, no, I deliberately put the book on the small rockery just now, and this one is on the ground. I grabbed the book and threw it into the grass next to me, I felt that these palace maids and servants should be educated, not littering, this is the most basic principle.

After another ten minutes, it seemed that I had stepped on something under my feet, and when I looked down, it was still a book without a name, still a book without any content.

"His mother is X, who is still here?" I stood in place, I couldn't help but want to burst into foul language, went out and picked up books again and again, if this was changed to a lottery ticket, what else would I struggle, I went for a walk every night.

This time, however, I took a corner of the last page of the book and folded it, and this time I threw it into the little lake next to me, instead of putting it on the stone or into the grass!

I don't believe this book will still appear at my feet intact? Books and paper are all over as soon as they are soaked in water.

I was about to go back to bed, but before I could reach my house, the soles of my feet suddenly went limp, and this time I was so shocked that my back began to feel cold!

This feeling is all too familiar, tonight, I have stepped on it three times in the palace compound, and it is this feeling, I am sure, I stepped on another book.

When I looked down, my eyes widened even more, and the cold sweat behind my back began to slowly slide down.

It was still a book without a name, a book with no content, I swallowed and spit, my hands trembled, I slowly picked up the book from under my feet, slowly flipped through it, and there was really no content in the book.

By the time I carefully flipped to the last page, I didn't even dare to open my eyes to look at it. Because one of the corners of the last page was really folded!

My legs were weak, and I almost squatted on the ground, and the corners of the last page of the book must have been made by me, which couldn't be wrong, but I was obviously thrown into the lake!

The first time I put it on the rockery and then reappeared under my feet, the second time I threw it into the grass and then reappeared under my feet, and the third time I broke a corner and deliberately threw it into the lake, and it still appeared neatly under my feet. It seems that this wordless book will be inseparable from me tonight, and it will completely entangle me.

There must be something strange in this, and as soon as I gritted my teeth, I grabbed the book and went back to my room, where I carefully read all the details of the book, but unfortunately, there was not a word or a stroke in the book, not even a single punctuation mark.

I threw it three times, and then it appeared under my feet three times, indicating that it was following me, and I threw the book on the table, along with the white gold and the red umbrella.

I think that what should come will come after all, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, I don't need to be in a hurry, I don't need to panic.

Another day passed, and I went out for a walk as usual in the evening, but this time nothing strange happened, and when I returned to my house, I found a palace lamp hanging in my house at some point.

It was a very beautiful lantern with candles burning in it.

I smiled and thought to myself that some sensible palace maid had brought me such a beautiful lantern to be a night light, but this lantern was too bright to be a night light, so I lit a night light myself and blew out this lantern.

Lying in bed and falling asleep, I was woken up by thirst in the middle of the night, and when I got up to drink water, I didn't care at first, but I felt that the light in the room was quite bright, and when I returned to the bed after drinking water, I found that something was wrong.

The night light I had lit myself went out, and the brightly colored palace lamp turned on again.

I sat on the edge of the bed, squinting and scratching my head, thinking that this must have been the maid who had changed it for me, and I blew out the lantern and lit the night lamp, which I was so often used to, and went back to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by thirst again, I don't even know what I ate at night, I can be so thirsty? It's a little thirsty.

When I woke up, obediently, the brightly colored palace lamp was lit again, and my night light was still off, so I directly picked up the brush and wrote five big characters on the paper.

"Not allowed to be sent into the house."

Then I hung this note on the palace lamp, blew out the palace lamp and put it outside the door, then lit my own night light, drank a cup of herbal tea, and continued to sleep.

It was about three or four o'clock in the morning when I woke up again, this time not by thirst, but by the dazzling light. The moment I opened my eyes, I screamed in fright and almost fell out of bed.

Because at the head of my bed, there was a brightly colored palace lamp, and that lamp was hanging in front of my head, very close to me, and the light was very dazzling, so I woke up. In folk customs, only an oil lamp is lit in front of the head of the dead, and the oil lamp is extinguished only after the first seven days. I don't know if this is an ominous sign for me.

My heart was pounding, I got up, gasping for breath, staring at the lantern at the moment, gritting my teeth, trying to say something, but unable to speak, I shouted into the room: Who is doing the weird? If you have the ability, you can fuck it out! Straight to the front with Lao Tzu!

As I spoke, I pulled out the black light dagger that I had carried with me for many years, and suddenly saw the light on the blade flickering, and I couldn't breathe, proving that there was something unclean in the house.

"Have the ability to come out! In front of me, what is there to say! ”

As soon as I finished saying this, the wooden door in my room creaked and was slowly pushed open from the outside......