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Deep in the mountains, in the deserted village, a roar of engines broke the original calm here.

The birds and beasts panicked and fled in all directions.

A flock of woodpeckers rises with the crows and chirps away. Foxes and weasels fled in groups, weeds squirted, and animals began to flee.

"Here, this is Zhangjia Village."

The master smiled.

Zhang Jue jumped off three jumps and looked at the deserted village in front of him. Seeing that when he left, it was clearly a poplar tree at the beginning of the seedling at the beginning of the village, and at this time there was already a person surrounded by him. Looking at the originally flat road into the village, I couldn't find where the road was at this time. Looking at the rammed earth houses that were originally full of people, at this time, there were broken bricks and tiles everywhere, and birds and beasts were constantly coming in and out.

Looking at everything, remembering everything, everything has changed. Two years, like two centuries.

Has the world changed, or have people changed? Or maybe my senses are delusional, maybe the human heart has changed.

Zhang Jue suddenly had such an understanding in his heart.

Breaking through the thatch more than one person high, he walked into Zhangjia Village, stretched out his hand and stroked the white lime on the earthen wall, feeling the rough daring of the uneven particles, this is a scratch of time.

The £∏£∏£∏£∏, the white lime is the word, the slogan written by the cadres of Longtan Township when they went to Zhangjia Village to promote family planning, two years ago this handwriting is still clearly visible, two years later, the wall has fallen off a layer of skin, and the words are no longer visible.

Zhang Jue's eyes were red, and he knelt on the ground and howled:

"Ahh

The sound shook all over the wilderness, and a group of birds and beasts were startled.

"What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on! ”

Crying and shouting this sentence. Zhang Jue couldn't cry anymore, lying on the ground, the old earthy smell penetrating his nose. Choking.

The men in Zhangjia Village are all disciples of the Patriarch Dao, and they are all members of their own family. I parted with them two years ago, and now I return, only to learn that they were all dead thirty years ago.

This kind of mood is simply incomprehensible to ordinary people, and the alternation of panic and sadness is enough to destroy a person's emotions.

Zhang Jue felt a little broken. Emotional breakdowns.

Lin Yun silently came to Zhang Jue's side, looking at Zhang Jue's appearance, a trace of distress flashed in her eyes. But she didn't say anything, she was so clever that she probably understood what was going on.

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For a long time, Zhang Jue's mood sank. Silently walked around the village. Door-to-door viewing. Trying to find a clue.

But the entire Zhangjia Village is cleaner than a dog has licked, the years are ruthless, and many things have been destroyed. Useful clues were taken away by the police station and the public security bureau 30 years ago, how could the government not pay attention to the murder of the whole village? The investigation is far more thorough and detailed than Zhang Jue alone.

What can Zhang Jue find?

"Brother Jue, what now?"

Lin Yun asked.

Zhang Jue sat on the stone bench in the village, pressed his temples and closed his eyes and pondered: "If I'm not mistaken. I'm afraid that the Patriarch Dao has already turned into dust, right? Zhangjiacun is like this, and the ancestor doesn't know what happened. I'm thinking about it now. What the hell is going on with all this, it should have something to do with me, let's go, go to Ancestor Mountain with me. ”

"Then I'll carry you."

"Let's go."

The second half of the sentence doesn't come out, and the time will become longer when you walk.

He didn't have the courage to face the Patriarch Dao yet.

Facts have also proved that there are no mountain guards and Taoists in Zushi Mountain at all, and there are no mountain guards and Taoist temples at all.

Going up the mountain from the steep slope behind Zhangjiacun Village, along the way, Zhang Jue's face was changing. From confusion, to fear, to confusion.

Why do I remember that the disciples of the mountain guard told me to go to Jiangbei? Now that I have come to the Patriarch Mountain, there is no Taoist view of guarding the mountain at all, and the disciples of the mountain guarding it are even more nonsense.

But my memory can't be wrong.

Then the wrong thing is the time, from Caoyan to Jiangbei, my time has been confused. Something went wrong with timing.

In fact, time itself is not misplaced, because the development of the world is accurate to the cycle of years of flowers and grasses without error. It's a matter of timing, but timing.

Well, it's me who is wrong.

My senses were delusional, my memories were misaligned, what I saw, what I heard, what I felt, what I touched. Some are real, some are fake. Maybe some of them have happened, and some of them haven't.

There is no chaos in the world, what is chaotic is my memory.

Zhang Jue's eyes became more and more calm, and when he walked from Zhangjia Village to the mountainside, he had already sorted out the key to the problem - there was a problem with his memory.

Actually, I don't have a problem with my memory, but someone did it. If my eyes were the camera and my brain was the monitor. Everything I experienced was recorded by the camera, but when it came to the brain, it was edited out.

My life has become fragmented, one side is screened and the other side is sealed. Someone doesn't want me to know something, but they can't kill me, so he can only change my memory. or abridged, or fictional.

Is that so?

A fierce look flashed in Zhang Jue's eyes, his fists clenched, and he swore to kill that person. It could be the old man, it could be the sigh, or it could be someone else.

Living like this is actually more uncomfortable than dying. This is an enmity that does not share the heavens.

So...... Now it's up to me to find my lost memories and piece together this messy clip into a complete movie.

Lin Yun didn't dare to speak all the way, looking at Zhang Jue and frowning a little. She found that since Zhang Jue went up the mountain, every time she took a step up the mountain, the murderous intent on her body became stronger. When the mountain arrived, he was already like a peerless murder weapon.

"Lin Yun, take me down."

Zhang Jue pointed to a huge sinkhole in the mountain grass and said in a deep voice.

Lin Yun's face changed, and he took a step back suddenly, looking at Zhang Jue vigilantly. At this moment, Lin Yun saw that Zhang Jue's face became extremely hideous, his eyes were red, and he was full of bloodthirsty light. It is not known who he wants to kill.

Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, and then realized that something was wrong with him, and sighed: "Scared you?" Take me down, the Patriarch Dao is under this sinkhole. ”

Zhang Jue's expression returned to normal, and Lin Yun was a little worried: "Brother Jue, are you okay?" ”

She felt a chill in her back, and felt that this Patriarch Mountain was like a cursed place.

"It's fine."

"Come up."

Lin Yun turned around, and Zhang Jue was lying on her back. Immediately, Lin Yun jumped down to the extremely dark and bottomless sinkhole, and went towards the place where the ancestor Dao was established.

Who would have thought that the address of the Patriarch Road would be in the sinkhole?

'Whoosh'

A strong wind was blowing in my ears, and after a period of darkness, I saw the light again.

The two of them touched the ground to the bottom, but Lin Yun saw a miraculous scene...... (To be continued.) )