Author: Painting Zhuhai

This story is purely fictional, if there are similarities are purely coincidental, please read for yourself!

The protagonist's name is Yan Xiaochuan.,When he was less than two months old.,,Was sent to an orphanage.,I didn't even have time to look at what my biological parents looked like.。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It wasn't until he was 21 years old that Yan Xiaochuan was finally admitted to a vocational secondary school, and it was not easy to get to where he is today.

In the eyes of friends and classmates, Yan Xiaochuan is an inspirational young man, and no one has a stronger desire to survive than him.

However, I don't know why, when Yan Xiaochuan grew up, he always hoped to make up for the lack of parental care in his childhood through some way, so he began to read a lot of domestic and foreign novels, and felt a trace of family affection from the author's pen.

In order to fill the vacancy in the depths of his soul, Yan Xiaochuan spent 50,000 yuan to buy more than 1,000 novels of various kinds at home and abroad, and the reason why he did this was so that when he was alone and couldn't bear the loneliness and dazedness, he could read this high-writing story to relieve his boredom, and then immerse himself in the author's fictional and real plot.

Perhaps Yan Xiaochuan was too obsessed with the plot of the novel, and finally one night in July 2014, something unprecedented in human history happened.

This incident still seems extremely strange to think about, and later Yan Xiaochuan consulted many doctors of physics and astronomical elites, and none of them could give a reasonable explanation.

Moreover, these experts in the top field of human civilization confidently assert that this will not happen again in the next 100 years or even a thousand years.

Somewhat ironically, Yan Xiaochuan felt like he had won a Super Universe jackpot after hearing it, and it was the kind that swept the prize pool.

The following is his own personal account of this incredible personal experience:

On the night of July 9, 2014, it was an ordinary night, and there was no sign of a Tengu eating the moon in the night sky, nor was there a trace of a meteor.

Yan Xiaochuan came out of work in a small private company, and worked overtime from 3 o'clock in the middle of the night to 10 o'clock the next night, so he and a few colleagues had a big meal in the restaurant to treat the five internal organs temple.

The pressure of working in the city was too great, and he couldn't take it lightly for a minute, so he drank some red wine to kill his sorrows.

But drawing the knife and cutting off the water is more flowing, and raising a glass to dispel sorrow is even more sorrowful, Yan Xiaochuan's mind suddenly opened, and the thoughts about those old things more than ten years ago in his mind poured out like a wild horse, for him, it was as if the wound that had healed had been reopened.

Before Yan Xiaochuan left, he took another bottle of wine at the front desk and decided to take it back and continue drinking it until he was no longer heartbroken.

Walking on the street, he couldn't help but open a bottle and take two sips, and walked leisurely.

Until Yan Xiaochuan walked to a community, he looked up and saw a twenty-story building, dark and black, looking like a piece of 10,000-year-old ebony written in a mythological novel.

He subconsciously took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and found that it was already 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and he would be scolded by the boss again if he couldn't get up tomorrow.

At that time, Yan Xiaochuan didn't know where to get a force, and at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, he soared all the way to the ninth floor, and he didn't even bother to sit in the elevator.

"God, help me!" Yan Xiaochuan opened the door and rushed in, kicked out two pairs of leather shoes, and then collapsed on the bed.

Although his room is not large, it is well equipped, and the most conspicuous thing is a huge bookshelf in his bedroom, on which there are thousands of novels from various eras, large and small.

"Whoo ......" Yan Xiaochuan heard a thin snoring sound between his noses, and the bottle of wine that was tightly held in his hand also slipped to the floor.

The dark red wine bottle, rolling back and forth on the floor, finally hit a flower pot.

The flower pot is planted with piranha flowers, and next to the piranha flowers is a saltwater fish tank, and at the bottom of the tank is a multicolored coral reef, from which countless small bubbles continue to emerge, and small sea fish of various colors chase each other.

Everything in the room was exactly the same as when leaving, and few people came to visit the small residence of this single nobleman.

"Z!" Just when Yan Xiaochuan fell into a deep sleep, the light in the bedroom suddenly flashed out without warning, and Yan Xiaochuan's right eyebrow also jumped.

The lights in the "Ziz" bedroom flashed out twice again, followed by the kitchen and bathroom, each light bulb flickering a few times to varying degrees.

At this time, Yan Xiaochuan had already sensed that something else seemed to appear in the room, but he couldn't open his eyes to take a look at it before he was drunk.

The uninvited guest of "Ziz" ran around the room, but he was nowhere to be seen, but every time he walked there, the light bulbs in that area flashed out as if they were being radiated.

Eventually, it plunged headlong into the bathroom, where the light bulb began to dim rapidly, then from dark to light, and so on and on and forth that an unknown object seemed to be drawing energy from the bulb, and this process lasted for an hour.

If Yan Xiaochuan woke up at this time and saw the numbers in his meter box, he would definitely be ready to vomit blood.

In the mirror of the bathroom, an illusory and vague figure gradually appeared, probably because the energy had not yet been absorbed.

After another hour, the illusory figure gradually became solid and clear, and finally from the mirror, a man in ancient costume with long hair in green clothes appeared.

With a curious eye, the man examined everything around him, and from his expression, it seemed as if he had experienced a journey through time and space.

From the dark bathroom, a figure slowly walked out, and the man in Tsing Yi happened to see a person lying on the bed.

"Wake up, brother, wake up!" The man in Tsing Yi shook Yan Xiaochuan's shoulder vigorously.

"Ah............" In the quiet single house, there was a scream like killing a pig, and Yan Xiaochuan seemed to be shouting with his life.

The man in Tsing Yi immediately covered his ears, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was in a little pain.

"Who are you? How did it appear in my house. Yan Xiaochuan stared at the other party in horror, and found that this person was dressed like a singer of Huangmei Opera, and it looked like a trick that ran out of a crew.

"I am a thousand-year-old book spirit, and I just borrowed some of your energy to wake up, and I am grateful for it." The man in Tsing Yi bowed respectfully and thanked him.

"Millennial Book Spirit, hmph, do you know who I am?" Yan Xiaochuan felt that this person might be a psychopath, or a villain who had burglarized, but in order to stabilize the other party's emotions, he also acted with the other party.

"May I ask who your Excellency is?" The man in Tsing Yi asked.

"I am a 10,000-year-old toad spirit, and you still don't kneel down when you see the deity." Yan Xiaochuan said in surprise.

After hearing this, the man in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, and then looked up to the sky and laughed: "Your Excellency is really interesting, how can the 10,000-year-old toad spirit be your virtue?" ”

Yan Xiaochuan suddenly jumped up from the bed, raised his fist and was about to smash it at the other party.

"Hugh is rude." The man in Tsing Yi raised his arm and gently waved his sleeve.

"Oops!" Yan Xiaochuan's body suddenly flew backwards, slammed into the wall with a thud, and then slammed into the soft bed.

The man in Tsing Yi stepped forward and pressed his palm on the other party's chest, so that Yan Xiaochuan couldn't move no matter how he struggled.

Yan Xiaochuan felt as if there was an irresistible force in that person, and at this moment, he had already lost all his thoughts.

"Indecent!" Yan Xiaochuan used his last strength to let out a terrible cry for help.

"Huh!" The palm of the man in Tsing Yi touched Yan Xiaochuan's chest lightly, and his brows were immediately furrowed, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

Yan Xiaochuan saw that the man's face was abnormal, and the man in Tsing Yi stepped back helplessly, as if he saw an extremely terrifying thing.

"Are you an orphan?" The man in Tsing Yi blurted out a sentence.

When Yan Xiaochuan heard the other party say this, his heart suddenly felt like someone had smashed it with a hammer.

"How do you know? Do you have special abilities? Yan Xiaochuan said very puzzled.

"Just now I saw a dark area in your heart, this thing like a black hole, is constantly devouring your heart, as you get older, the black hole has gradually formed, I am afraid it is not easy to fill it." The man said with a serious face.

"Are you scolding me? Although he was born in an orphanage, he is also a literary and artistic young man. Yan Xiaochuan tried to defend himself.

The book spirit saw a huge bookshelf in the room, on which more than a thousand novels and literary magazines were placed, but he didn't even think about it, and directly overturned the bookcase to the ground.

"You're sick, it's all bought with money." Yan Xiaochuan said angrily.

"Humph!" The book spirit smiled faintly, and he raised his left hand and popped a fireball from between his fingers, and the fireball instantly burned the more than a thousand novels to ashes along with the bookshelves.

Shu Ling continued: "These things are all fictional, and what you think is the fullness of the soul is becoming darker and darker, the black hole of the evil world is not only not shrinking, but constantly expanding, everything is already too late, if I come a few decades later, I am afraid that everything within the Three Realms will be swallowed up by it. ”

"If that's the case, then just kill me." Yan Xiaochuan said.

"What's the use of killing you, when the time comes, the Black Hole will break out of its shell and find its next host until it devours everything, you know?"

"Then death is not possible, not death is not possible, so what should I do, I don't want to become a great sinner in the whole universe before I die." Yan Xiaochuan was so emotional that he couldn't cry.

"It's not that there is no way, it depends on whether you are willing to cooperate with me." Shuling said with a smile.

"Okay, I promise you, I will cooperate with you as much as I can, as long as you don't die." Yan Xiaochuan said.

"It seems that God will do so, although the black hole of this evil world is powerful, but it has met me, and it can be regarded as its catastrophe." Shu Ling stretched out his arms and released a huge amount of energy from his palm, and this huge energy enveloped Yan Xiaochuan in it.

"What is this for? Isn't it going to die with me? Yan Xiaochuan's face was full of panic, if that was the case, would it hurt? He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of the severe pain that death brings.

"Don't worry, this is just a space-time rift, in another universe, there is enough energy to seal the black hole of the evil world." Due to the extreme energy required to open the space-time rift, the body of the book spirit gradually became illusory at this moment.

"The thousand-year-old spiritual power has been dissipated, so I will fall into a deep sleep after tonight, you have to take care of yourself." Shu Ling's eyes revealed a mixed emotion.

Yan Xiaochuan was shocked, and suddenly found that everything around him was gradually becoming distorted, and finally formed a rotating turbulence of time and space.

"Xiaochuan, after you go to another world, you have to cherish everything around you, and I will come to you again in a thousand years......"

This was the last word Yan Xiaochuan heard before leaving, and then he was swallowed by the space-time rift and entered a void.

After the protagonist disappears, everything in the room returns to normal, a quiet single house, exactly the same as when he left.

Dark red wine bottle......

Cannibal potted ......

Saltwater fish tank of colorful coral reef......

There are also large bookshelves with more than 1,000 novels......

Only one bed was empty, and Yan Xiaochuan had long been gone.