- The plain-clothed monk galloped on horseback, carrying more than 20 lightly armored sword guards, and this formation looked a little strange.

After only a glance from a distance, Ling Li recognized that person, and then his hand was like the wind, and his fingers were like electricity, sending Mo Ye, who was still a little unknown beside him, into the Chaos Realm, just like the previous times, without the slightest hesitation.

The plain-clothed monk and twenty or so sword guards whizzed by, dusty, and they rushed forward, not noticing the two men hiding in the depths of the bushes.

Looking at the group of more than 20 people walking away, Ling Li unlocked Mo Ye's sleeping hole.

But although the acupoint was solved, she didn't wake up immediately. The space in the bushes was narrow, and Ling Li was puzzled, and it was inconvenient to poke her with the umbrella head, so he reached out and pushed it. She still hadn't woken up, but he finally saw why she hadn't.

Along the way, as a killer responsible for escorting hostages, I don't know whether all the behaviors of Ling Li should be described as professional or kind. In short, on the premise of the hostage's obedience, he actually did a lot of thoughtful protection work for the hostage.

The hostages were not deliberately beaten, the hostages were given three meals, and the hostages were not deliberately abused in this regard. Of course, he can have such a good temper, maybe it has something to do with Mo Ye's obedient attitude as a hostage, if Mo Ye is yelling all the way, or keeps cursing him, what will be the result, whether she will be made into a living corpse by him, and then put it in a coffin and send it to the buyer.

In addition, Ling Li also wore a medicine pouch for himself and the hostages, similar to the sachet that can release aroma, and the function of the sachet is to repel insects. The two of them have to walk a lot of mountain roads on this trip, and it is almost the middle of the month at this time, and the snake that has been sleeping all winter comes out of the hole at first glance, and the poison is not small. This kind of sachet has a pure realgar in it, and where to put it, the effective range of snake repellent can exceed three zhang away.

But unfortunately, Mo Ye was pulled into the bushes to hide in a snake hole. At this time, the realgar medicine sac played a not very good role. The smell of the medicine provoked the snake in the cave to come out, but she happened to lie at the entrance of the cave, and as soon as the snake came out, of course, it was in the bare of medicine for an instant. and bite the man who stands in the way of the hole.

Ling Li pulled out the sword in the umbrella, and gave the snake that had been stunned by the medicine a sword at seven inches, and was worried that there was still a snake in the cave, so he didn't wait to continue to wake up Mo Ye, and directly hugged her.

Walking out of the bushes, Ling Li didn't stop, it was beside a large road that was often passed, and he wasn't sure if there would be another monk on the same road as the monk passing by next. Although he is not a murderous and wanted criminal, he has a highly counterfeit identity brand, even if he has not been able to check with the officials. It is not difficult for him to cook with a few official errands. But only the monk was completely on the opposite side of him, but once the identities of both sides were revealed, he would never be an opponent.

Not to mention, a month ago. This monk knows him, and he doesn't need to ask anything deliberately, as long as he lets the other party see him, it will be difficult to escape.

Ling Li, who was holding Mo Ye horizontally, quickly glanced at the surrounding environment, quickly selected a more hidden corner, and walked over quickly.

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A few days ago, I was frightened because of the chaos in Song's house, and I kept hurrying with the killer these days. is also worried, coupled with Wu Shu's death...... For nearly ten days, Mo Ye had not had a good rest. The killer's professionalism was very high, and in the past few days, he had never behaved badly towards her. But she still woke up before dawn every night, and then she couldn't close her eyes. There is an inexplicable feeling in my heart, and regret, guilt, anger, and sadness are mixed together.

This time, she was bitten by a poisonous snake by hiding in the bushes, but she was finally able to sleep deeply.

When Mo Ye squatted in the bushes, he just felt a tingling pain in his lower abdomen, and was about to look down. The killer who was crouching a step ahead of her suddenly turned around and pointed at her neck with even more pain.

It's really a "one-trick novel"! Before falling into a coma, Mo Ye had time to think like this.

Dizzy, Mo Ye felt as if a long time had passed, and it seemed like it had just passed in the blink of an eye. The sight gradually became clearer, but it was not as if she was looking with her eyes, for in that strange place, where it seemed to be overcast, she could not see where she was, as if she had no weight, and melted into the mist.

The view is an endless stream of mountains, and strangely, the outlines of these mountains are very soft, and the edges are foggy, as if they were landscapes painted on paper. In the real world, the mountains are inevitably dotted with craggy rocks, hidden and steep. There are only mountains in the picture scroll, and most of them cannot be beautified vulgarly, and realistic landscape paintings are not easy to sell oil after all.

If it weren't for one or two white cranes swaying up together, and leaving a few crane chirps, Mo Ye might have really thought that he had walked into the painting.

As the distance in visual perception gradually narrowed, Mo Ye saw a grass-roofed house built alone halfway up the mountain. There was no other house in the mountains, so this room stood out, and her visual consciousness moved unconsciously.

The fog in the col seems to be thicker.

But Mo Ye still recognized the person lying at the door of the thatched hut at a glance.

"Uncle!"

She didn't hold back, and immediately called out the word.

Most people's memory of another person begins with the facial features, followed by the voice, and after becoming familiar with a certain kind of chengdù, they will reach a certain expressive ability of recognition. For example, a frontal figure in the distance, although the outline of the facial features is blurred because of the distance, it still does not affect being recognized.

And Mo Ye recognized the man carrying the bucket in front of the misty grass hut in the mountains, but he only glanced at his back.

Grass-like hair, steady shoulders, straight back, and a step-by-step stride like the wind......

Isn't that him?

Mo Ye thought so in his heart, but the man carrying the water did not turn back because of her shout. Seeing this scene, Mo Ye suddenly came back to his senses, and suddenly felt a little stunned.

Isn't Wu Shu dead?

Though...... Didn't die long......

Is it also dead?

It doesn't seem to be the case.

Mo Ye clearly remembered that he was put by the killer's lightning-fast finger. The same experience has happened so often in the past few days, and as long as she thinks about it, she seems to feel a dull pain somewhere on the side of her neck.

The effect of the drowsiness point on the side of the neck to cause people to lose consciousness is extremely rapid, and it is no wonder that the killer always picks this place, but this acupuncture point is also quite dangerous, and the strength of the fingertips is too ruthless, and it can also directly poke people to death. Mo Ye was a little worried, and he took two more hits. Will it leave a disability in the brain.

Just as she was so distracted in her heart, she suddenly heard a somewhat immature voice slanting from the stab: "Uncle......"

Mo Ye looked intently, and saw a little girl popping out of nowhere, pulling at the corner of the withered man's clothes. Chair lightly: "Uncle, uncle, Ru'er wants to eat square rice candy."

"No, you've already eaten the rice candy you bought yesterday." The man carrying the water had already walked to the backyard of the thatched hut, carrying a bucket and pouring water into a large tank. Hearing the little girl's delicate voice, he didn't look back because he was pouring water, but it was obvious that there was a hint of a smile in his voice, "Ru'er, wait a few days." Uncle goes to the market and will definitely buy you rice candy again. ”

Mo Ye didn't know when she entered the backyard, as if her eyes could naturally follow the man, but when she consciously wanted to turn her gaze to his front, she couldn't.

As for the conversation between the man and the little girl. The rice candy cube is also sold in Kyoto, and it is a large whole piece when the zuò is finished. Because the mold is pre-installed, after the mold is removed, the large sugar cubes become small squares. Customers can buy according to demand, and sometimes filial piety only has a pitiful few copper coins in his pocket, which can also be bought separately, which is slightly more expensive. A copper coin can only buy one side.

This kind of sugar comes out of rice, has a special greasy taste, and the feeling of melting on the tongue is very soft, but there is a disadvantage, it is quite sticky. Generally, filial sons are particularly keen on this kind of candy cube, but adults with bad teeth want to avoid it.

Listen to the conversation between two people in this courtyard, one tall and one short. Mo Ye was a little puzzled, went to the bazaar to buy rice candy? Isn't it in Kyoto...... Yes, looking at the surrounding mountains, it doesn't look like you're in Kyoto...... So where is this place?

As soon as Mo Ye's thoughts came to this point, she heard the little girl's voice again. As if he wasn't very happy, he pouted and said, "Why should I go to the market in a few days?" Ru'er wants to eat it now. ”

Seeing this scene, Mo Ye smiled knowingly.

Children around the age of five or six have a strong curiosity about new things, and are not good at controlling their feelings. Thinking back to when I was at this age, I had done such a pestering thing for many miles! And the Master's attitude will become stern after a few gentle words.

However, as long as it is what he promised, it will be fulfilled. Because this convention is often demonstrated by his side, his personality seems to be a bit of a promise.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Ye's consciousness didn't know how, and he followed the withered man into the grass hut. At this time, the man was already sitting at a desk by the window, his slender five fingers slightly open, holding a pen, and writing something on a white book spread out on the table.

Mo Ye subconsciously wanted to get closer, and after working hard for a long time, he finally saw the man's side face, and it was difficult to get closer. With only half of his face and a strange mist that couldn't be dispersed, Mo Ye couldn't completely see the man's appearance, but he already felt a trace of strangeness in his heart.

This doesn't seem to be Wu Shu.

Thinking of this, Mo Ye's gaze moved slightly, and he saw the man's hand pinching the pen.

Only three fingers fell on the barrel of the pen, and although the little finger and ring finger did not spread out into an orchid like a woman, they did not actually fall on the barrel of the pen, and they always maintained a slight distance from the barrel......

Mo Ye's heart moved.

Wu Shu once said that he was a scholarly gateway and a small rich family, and before he was robbed and slaughtered by mountain bandits, his ideal was to be a knowledgeable reader, a wide range of literati and writers, and take books as his companion. His father named him a "book", also because he was afraid that he would forget, so he expressed this meaning very bluntly.

For this reason, Mo Ye especially observed the appearance of Wu when he wrote. Although it was only a few times, it was a deep memory. In addition to her strong curiosity, she will naturally deepen her impression, but also because of his gesture of pinching the pen, others are really difficult to learn. But not only does he not affect the stability of the pen by removing two fingers, but he can write very quickly, and the ink strokes are thin but the pen is like a flowing cloud.

Looking at the scene in this house now, the ink-colored book under the window, and the cranes outside the window, isn't it a kind of life that Wu Shu once longed for?

Moreover, looking at the familiar gesture of pinching the pen, it seems that he is enjoying this kind of idle and indisputable life.

When Mo Ye was having a son-in-law, the immature voice came into his ears again: "Uncle." What are you doing?"

The man who was writing with a pen still said with a smile in his tone, "Writing."

The little girl, standing at the table, her eyes just past the level of the table, stood on tiptoe and jumped up twice, still unable to make out what was written on the blank booklet. Maybe she can't read yet. Even if she grew taller and looked at the angle enough to see the words, she wouldn't be able to recognize them.

Despite this, the little girl kept jumping up.

Then the man who had written put down his pen, got up, took a chair and leaned against the table, and carried the little girl up. Now, the little girl is as tall as the man, and she doesn't have to jump up and down to see a qiē on the desk.

"Wow......" the little girl was surprised when she could finally see everything on the table. What she paid attention to was no longer what was written on the blank booklet, but looked at her feet, and said with some excitement: "Uncle, can I grow as tall as you in the future?"

"Yes." The man with his hair sat back at the table again, but he didn't immediately wave his pen. Instead, he told the little girl: "Don't move when you stand on the chair, if you accidentally fall down, it will hurt a lot, and when you want to come down, call your uncle to hug you."

"Oh......" The little girl pursed her slightly moist lips, and then her attention moved back to the man's pen, and after a sniff, she asked again, "Uncle." What did you write?"

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In the Nanzhao realm, especially in the inner city of Kyoto, in order to eliminate the chaotic order in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, such as bandits running around and cutting off their heads and selling them on the street for money, the iron ban was promulgated and implemented very early.

In the face of this strict order, even if the residents of Kyoto want to buy a kitchen knife, they must register it.

This ban has been in place for more than 10 years now. There is no sign of easing down yet, but Kyoto residents are almost getting used to it.

Who has nothing to do with going to the iron shop every once in a while to fight knives? In recent years, there have indeed been no murderers on the streets of the market who wield swords and swords at every turn, and the quality of the iron sold by the several officially registered iron shops is obviously much better than in the past, and the price is worth it. Nowadays, most of the people in Beijing are not short of that money in their pockets...... This is always something that is beneficial to people's livelihood, and ordinary people gradually agree and support it from the bottom of their hearts.

But this is only a rule of law for ordinary people, and for departments with special needs, of course, special treatment is still required.

For the military, the ban is basically equivalent to the abolition of the order, and as the superior headquarters of the Kyoto Garrison Corps, the Commander's Mansion can not only ignore this ban that is now deeply engraved in the hearts of every Kyoto resident, but also swagger and step on it.

Of course, this ban was drawn up by the emperor, and no matter how the emperor gave privileges to his righteous brother, who was now the commander of the garrison, the commander's palace must be conscious, and it could not really directly blow the emperor's face.

The Commander's Mansion is equipped with his own weapon room, which is something that the emperor knows, but his colleagues in Beijing are all blind to this, which is both cooperative and fearful.

The role and privileges of the Commander's Office Armory are absolute independence and almost all military restrictions, but it must abide by three rules of its own: no reserve qualifications, prohibiting large military industries involved, and the third is the strictest, and the technical research staff involved in the affairs of the armory room cannot leave the independent courtyard where the armory room is located for the rest of their lives.

Therefore, although the technical research staff of the armory room can usually sit in the courtyard and bask in the sun for a while, their mental state has always been as if they have been asleep for several years before waking up. The guards of the palace sometimes call them: the people in the dark room.

However, the people in this "black room", the higher the skills in their hands, the more people who enter with a voluntary mentality. They seem to have a natural love for working with cold metal, more than with a living person who comes into contact with warmth. The privilege of the Consul's Mansion allows them to come into contact with the most elite cold utensils in the country.

And it takes long enough to stay in the Commander's Mansion, or only the generals of the lineage who have followed Wang Chi all the way from the blood and fire in the north can be sure that this iron monster with the strange name "Erhei" in the "Black House" is finally willing to sign a "deed of sale" with the Commander's Mansion because he saw the cut map of an artifact, and became the first person to stay in the "Black House" for the longest time.

But for this rumor that lingers with a strong legend, Wu Shu was described and confirmed by the Commander himself a long time ago, not long after he was compiled into the military guard sequence of the Commander's Mansion.

Just because the Commander was there, he handed him the only one of the legendary artifacts that survived in the world.

This artifact is the four-hole line that Wu Shu never leaves his body.

Wu Shu had listened to the Commander's explanation. There were originally two pieces in this row. From the outside, it's a whole, but it's actually openable. It's just that Lin Shan is the only one who can master this opening technique.

To protect the secrets in this box. Lin Shan did not tell the second person about the method of opening it, and this decision, even their brother-in-law Wang Chi, that is, today's son, also expressed his approval.

However, Lin Shan has only opened this box once so far, because once the box is opened, it cannot be restored. And the reason why he did this in the early years was actually to exchange for the deed of sale of the second iron.

At that time, after hearing about the magic of such an artifact, Ertie instantly became very interested, and after the appearance of the function of Xingzi. immediately said that it could be imitated, which frightened everyone present.

But he immediately released the premise of imitation, that is, he had to look at the internal structure of the box again.

Lin Shan, who had similar work experience with Ertie, understood this, but at the same time he made a difficulty, and Ertie only knew. Once this "artifact" is activated, it cannot be restored.

Ertie, who cherished the "weapon" as his life, knew that if he wanted to satisfy his hobby, he would destroy such an "artifact", and he gradually had the idea of giving up, and was about to leave, but saw Lin Shan, who had returned after discussing with a person in the back hall for a long time, actually took the initiative to agree to his initial request!

Ertie should not have his full name, he only has a title in the industry: Iron Maniac.

His madness, in addition to the straightforward expression xiàn in the title. And most of it is reflected in his talent, and then there are some of it, which are contained in his temper.

In his opinion, opening the artifact in the form of a box is equivalent to killing a life. For this, he must make a retribution. So he gave Lin Shan a chance to let the conditions open, of course Lin Shan wouldn't really want his life, but the final result was almost like this.

Iron Maniac did not hesitate, with a stroke of the pen, he signed the deed of sale. He stayed in the armory room of the Commander's Palace. Since then, Iron Maniac has been obsessed with the great cause of imitating "artifacts", and has never mentioned the idea of leaving.

And because most of the things to be contacted in this "black room" require too much secrecy, when the iron maniac is studying the artifacts, he doesn't like to gossip with people who have mixed tongues, and he doesn't want the theories he hasn't figured out to leak in advance, so the "black room" gradually decrees that those who enter will be like the iron maniac and need to sign a lifelong contract.

For people who like this industry, the days of staying in the "dark room" are both happy and painful. But for the iron maniac who is obsessed with this way, he only feels happy here, and there are some responsibilities.

The people in the "black room" live almost like a prison, but the standard of treatment such as food is very high. In addition, there will be a fixed time period every day for them to go out and bask in the sun in the yard, which is also a mandatory charter. Otherwise, even if people who live such a life are enthusiastic and not afraid of loneliness, they will soon suddenly get sick and die.

The longer you stay in the house, the more you look forward to seeing the light of day, but Iron Maniac is a little withdrawn in this regard. The guards who guarded the courtyard had accumulated a lot of experience, and they were also aware of this problem, not only removed most of the mentality of guarding him from going over the wall and being discharged from the hospital, but also often took the initiative to call out the iron maniac who could not leave the house, and went to the courtyard to chat with people more.

They had never seen a person like this, and they were a little afraid, afraid that their hearts that were as strong as iron would collapse in the passage of time before they knew it.

Because the guards found that the iron maniac has become more and more fond of talking to himself recently, and pointing to the cold iron tools in the "black room", comparing them to people, having conversations, and all kinds of moods, as if he is about to become an artist of drama.

At first, the guards guarding the single courtyard of the armory room almost thought that there was a sudden iron maniac in the house, and this is how the nickname "Ertie" came from. Later, some people thought that it was not that the iron maniac had been lonely for a long time and had grown two brains?

It is a common saying that a person has two brains, but the reason is not all child's play. Indeed, there are healers who have seen this kind of person, and always think that there is a second or third person around him, but in fact, they are all imagined by himself, which is mental illness.

When Iron Maniac first entered the armory, the helpers who worked with him said that he seemed to have a brain more than ordinary people, but that was a compliment to him. It is not the same as the origin of the current "Ertie" nickname.

At first, those who worked as helpers for him were surprised that a craftsman's hand could be so skillful. Although the iron madness is crazy, the mind is meticulous in its operation. But he often spoke things that were contrary to his engineering skills. The craftsmen who frequently asked him to help should take care of the cold metal instruments as if they were living beings.

He spoke to the cold iron, which was the expression of his treatment of them as life.

In fact, there are also people who sincerely agree with this concept, because some of the metal instruments created from his hands seem to have their individual lives. For example, the hand crossbow that is now equipped in the hands of the military guard of the Commander's Mansion is very densely covered, and the delicate hand crossbow can be fired about ten times in a row after being filled with arrows, which is really almost divine.

Whenever someone mentions the iron god in front of the iron maniac. Iron Maniac will always have some smug response, which is a kind of repayment for him with his life after he took care of the iron tool with his life.

And this crossbow is just one of the countless inspirations that suddenly bloomed in the mind of the iron maniac in the long process of obsessively imitating that box-shaped artifact.

Are there really gods and ghosts in the world? No one dares to say absolutely that there is. But this kind of concept seems to be able to bury a seed in everyone's heart, and I don't believe that it may only take a time process. However, the legend about that pair of box-shaped artifacts is obviously full of the atmosphere of gods and ghosts, but as long as the people who know it mention it, the caliber is very consistent and firm.

It fell from the sky.

Anyway, no one can say that it grew out of the ground.

However, whatever the truth of this statement is. Regarding this artifact that is not much different from an ordinary box in appearance, the most certain thing that has remained in the world so far is that Lin Shan originally destroyed one of them in exchange for a lifetime contract from Iron Maniac, and this transaction was a good deal.

If there is something that cannot be copied, it is better to have it controlled by a single person. If that other box hadn't been destroyed by Lin Shanqi. Considering its characteristics, it can be said that it is spiritual, but it can also be said that it is terrifying, so its fate is likely to be sealed.

Rather than so. It's better to relegate it to another purpose.

After signing a lifelong contract and entering the "Black Room", he was able to observe the disintegrated "artifact" up close every day, and the iron maniac had actually made an imitation in the third year. However, the original artifact has four holes, and the iron madness only imitates one hole, and at present, the imitation of the zuò he made is mainly distributed to the second and fourth groups, although it is still very different from the function of the original, but it has contributed a lot of value to Nanzhao's spy system.

Besides, the only remaining original of this artifact is now owned by Wu Shu, and it is customary to use only two holes, so in comparison, Iron Maniac can imitate one hole, which is already very close to the creation of the gods.

But today, after receiving the order of the commander, Wu Shu and Rong Shu went to the armory room together, only to know that the iron madness had actually imitated the second hole.

His level of skill is still in the world, and it can be called a perfect simulation.

Knowing that it was Li Gai's order, Iron Maniac quickly handed over the box, but he didn't say anything, and his expression was very stunned.

Of course, his assistant would say it, and when he learned about the contents of the box from the assistant in the dark room, Wu Shu was not only surprised but also understood why the iron maniac had suddenly become unusually talkative recently, and today he was like this.

But apart from letting the guarding Wu Wei chat with Iron Maniac more recently when he left that courtyard, Wu Shu didn't know what else he could do for this graying master of art.

Iron Maniac must be "heart dead" for a while, when he imitated a hole, he also showed that he had that kind of neurotic signs of chatting with iron in the early stage, and then he was stunned for a long time, but he quickly recovered his spirit and continued to study and analyze the second hole.

It's just that the process of imitating the second hole is too long, and I heard from a few assistants in the black room that the imitation quality of the second hole can only be regarded as half-crippled in the eyes of the iron madman himself, but he has already had the idea of giving up and continuing.

This is not a good sign, an idiot like him, once he takes the initiative to give up his most obsessive career, it is likely to be equivalent to a complete death.

A person's love for the dead needs to be more enthusiastic than for the living, because the living thing can interact with people and stimulate a certain source of vitality, but it is necessary for a person to love the dead for so long and fantasize about it for so long. The strength of his spiritual power is really difficult for others to measure.

But this is like a taut string, and when it breaks, it is difficult to connect it. It's just that I don't know that the melancholy of the iron madness at this time is taking the initiative to relax himself. Or is his heartstrings broken?

When the attendant holding the brown lacquer square box walked to the side of Lord Li, the commander of the Kyoto garrison, Lord Li did not immediately take the box, but asked first: "Was it handed over by Ertie himself?"

Anyone who has served in the Commandery's Mansion for a while will be able to clearly appreciate the Commander's style.

For such a precision instrument, the Lord Commander only recognized the part from the hands of its maker, but he did not mean to despise the thin feelings, he called the iron madman "Ertie", using the meaning of this strange name when it first came out.

Iron Maniac has double intelligence, which is different from ordinary people, and Li Gai agrees.

Regarding Commander Li's confirmatory questioning, Wu Shu nodded seriously and cautiously. He didn't speak, though. But in fact, he hesitated in his heart, but in the end, he pressed the worry in his heart first, and decided to talk to the boss in front of him about the iron madness one day.

When he got the answer, he smiled with satisfaction, but he still didn't reach for the box. Just looked sideways at Mo Ye, who had already put away the different kinds of emotions just now, and his face was as strict as an iron brick, and suddenly asked, "Didn't you want to know where your mother's tomb was just now?" I can sue you. ”

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This year's spring came nearly a month earlier than last year, and the thatch that withered and yellowed in the depths of winter has been covered by the tender green stubble that has just grown. Some of the thatched grass has even begun to pluck the tender ears.

Shi Yi looked at the grass on the tomb stack swaying in the wind, and couldn't help but imagine that when the thatched ears were old, white velvet flowers bloomed, and this wild cemetery where the poor people were buried, so there were few monuments, would definitely become very beautiful.

White thatch flowers float like mist on top of the blue thatch leaves. When the wind blows, it is like snow foam from the ground to the sky, and it is like a white dark flower that is renovated every year in early summer.

If there is another fog in the morning, then the realm is even better. It seems that sometimes the dead are more likely to pick up places to live than the living, probably because of the difference between life and death. Naturally, the realm has become different, right? Shi Yi thought so in his heart, and looked around Siye again.

A certain consciousness in the tomb sweeping culture, for some reason, is quite deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in today's era when science is very outdated.

It may be because the people in this era do not have more ways to make a living than the people of the era in which he once lived, and mainly rely on the natural environment of the mountains and forests to store water and cultivate the living conditions, so that people are more dependent on and consciously protect the largest natural facilities such as forests.

Of course, this kind of advanced thinking may still be advocated by someone in the world, so it will be fully involved in the laws of this era, not only ordinary people have this kind of consciousness, Kyoto Prefecture has also trained a group of officers and soldiers, and even the natural lightning and forest fires, the government has sent people to put out the fire in time.

But if there are really advanced ideas from another world, or to be more precise, the future world, to participate in the construction of the current world in advance across time, is it really no problem? Won't it be quietly erased by the inherent course of history?

Because something happened to him, Shi Yi often couldn't help but start thinking about some questions. If these questions were left on him in the past, he would definitely feel ridiculous, belonging to the kind of dreamy images that only girls love to imagine.

But now, Shi Yi can be sure that when he opened his eyes three years ago, he was not still in a dream, but indeed living in reality, but in another real world.

Although there are many problems in this world, it is not as good as the world in which I used to live, and the main cause of the problems lies in two words: backwardness.

But at least I'm still alive, I still have five senses and action, and I can make friends and do what I love.

If you were still in the same world, you should be dead, right?

No matter how advanced the medical science in that world is, it should not be able to save the serious injury of the brain stem from being penetrated by lead bullets......

Shi Yi, who was muttering to himself, couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the back of his head, secretly thinking: It's better to be alive......

In my previous life, my job search resume was really too weak, and I didn't treat retired soldiers as talents...... Fortunately, he died in his previous life, although his mental memory is still there, and he is still a little frightened in retrospect, but he did not hold a disability certificate to continue to live in his previous life and rely on welfare payments, which is already a blessing in misfortune.

But how did you get here?

If there is a god who controls this qiē, then what is the reason for coming here, or the obligation, of oneself?