The desolate ancient sea, looking at the dilapidated villages, looking at the weeds that are not beautiful at all, smiled bitterly, and then accepted the cruel reality.

As a result, he became a walking dead who struggled with life.

Wake up early in the morning, cross the muddy road, peel off the thorny vines, and chop wood in sweat in the shade of the blue sky.

When he returned home exhausted, he could only hear Hua Ke's whining complaints as the smoke flew away with the blue bird.

Gu Hai had no choice but to ignore it, and when the sun was setting, he drank two glasses of turbid wine, and watched the enviable life of Ye Xing'er and Hua Qianqiu in a drowsy state.

He choked on tears when he was snorting with the strength of the wine. His face was flushed, and he burped and looked at the hoe with a gap, if only it were really a stick.

He looked up to the sky again, drank a glass of wine in the twilight, and then whispered in a drowsy sorrow: "Is this all my life?"

At this moment, he remembered that when he was a child, he stood on the top of the mountain and said to his father: "One day I will fly into the sky, one day, I will make everyone envy me!"

Just as he wanted to drink another glass, a rough hand directly knocked his wine glass down, and when the wine splashed in the air, a scolding voice came: "Drink! You know how much you earn, but you drink a lot of wine......

In this dilapidated courtyard, the familiar whining sound rose again with the moon and stars.

Furukai continues to live like a walking corpse day after day.

On this day, he resisted the firewood and passed by a weeping willow tree, where two old men were intently playing Go.

Gu Hai put down the firewood and also stood aside and watched intently.

The two old men looked like grandmasters, but their chess skills were just getting started.

Gu Hai looked at the clumsy two, and couldn't help but say to the old man: "You can't go down there!"

This sentence made the other old man's face immediately angry: "If you want to talk nonsense again, go away!"

The low-level trap he had planned was broken by Gu Hai in this way.

Gu Hai saw that he had made a mistake, and he was a little embarrassed, so he had to walk away.

If it weren't for the boredom of life, these two people were so good at chess, he wouldn't have looked at them twice.

At this time, the sunlight was strong, and in the ancient sea, where he was resting for a short time after watching chess, a thick sense of sleepiness immediately surged over his body.

So he found another willow, and in the willow curtains like green silk, he leaned his back against the trunk and closed his eyes.

Let yourself dream of becoming a hero again!

But in his exhaustion, he fell into a darkness, and did not fly into the sky again, and did not hold the Fushen stick in his hand again.

When he woke up, the sound of insects chirping, the cold had hit him, and the two old men who were playing chess had already returned home in the setting sun.

Gu Hai picked up his firewood again, took a hoe, and walked towards his dilapidated mansion in the moonlight.

As he walked, loss rose in his heart. In his ordinary life, he can only rely on dreaming to realize his ambition.

But now, don't you even satisfy yourself with your dreams?

Dream?

Just as Gu Hai thought of this, his bright moonlight seemed to light up and brighten in Gu Hai's eyes when it sprinkled on the earth.

He thought to himself, he didn't have any dreams when he came home yesterday, and he didn't have any dreams after falling asleep this afternoon!

Odd!

Obviously, when my brain hit me and I was delirious last time, I often dreamed, but now, I didn't have a dream.

Could it be that those extraordinary dreams are actually real, and at this time, I am actually in a dream!

Suddenly, in a frenzy, in the dark sky, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

His laughter, carried away by the evening breeze, was heard by many people in the village.

"That's the son of the ancient blacksmith, right? I heard that I broke my brain last time, so I can't really go crazy, right?"

"I look like it!"

"No, do you want to find him a doctor?"

Just as many people were discussing with each other through the window, Gu Hai's face was like a demon, in the dark sky, in the cold evening breeze, carrying an axe that made people feel chilling, and walked towards everyone.

Gu Hai smiled and came to the door of a house. This is the home of his father's friend Li Zhi.

In Gu Hai's memory, when he was a child, he often held himself high and made him laugh.

At this time, Li Zhizheng was talking to his children and grandchildren about Gu Hai's sudden crazy laughter. When he saw Gu Hai coming, the whole family was a little scared, and Li Zhi raised his courage and said, "Little ...... Xiaohai, you are here...... What's the matter?"

Gu Hai looked at the familiar family of five, and couldn't help but say, picked up the axe and slashed at Li Zhi.

Li Zhi, who was defenseless, directly in his frightened eyes, blood splattered everywhere, spilling on the ground, on the table, and on his grandson's face, and dripped down the hand that swung the axe along Gu Hai.

The rest of the four were all so frightened that they screamed.

"Grandpa!"

"Daddy!"

"Murder! Help, murder!"

"You madman, I'm going to fight with you!"

The family burst into different heart-rending shouts.

For those who lunged at him, the silver light of the axe in his hand swung again.

Another miserable cry, another heart-rending cry, and another living person falling.

Gu Hai's hands and face were covered with blood, and this family was like dead wood, and he cut it to the ground.

"If this is a dream, then I will destroy everything here and walk out of here!"

He headed for another house!

In his eyes, every time a new corpse fell, he got closer to the path of immortal cultivation that he had longed for.

In this thought, he swung his axe again and again, killing one person after another, destroying one house after another.

Finally, he came to his doorstep.

His wife, Hua Ke, was waiting for Gu Hai worriedly at this time.

"Although he is a person who is not angry, but it is so late, nothing will happen, right?"

Just as she was talking to herself about the cold food, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming back?"

Hua Ke hurriedly ran towards the door to greet Gu Hai.

But as soon as she went out, she saw Gu Hai, covered in blood, carrying an axe, standing in the silver moonlight, like an evil ghost in hell, terrifyingly.

At this moment, the wind gusted, and the lightning thundered.

Gu Hai was a little hesitant, although it was a dream, although the feelings were shallow, but after all, he was a wife who had lived for a long time.

But another thought quickly appeared in his mind.

Kill her, you can get out of your dreams, and you will have a Hua Ke who loves you deeply, even if she is dead.

He laughed at Hua Ke and said, "It's all a dream, I want to get out of this dream!"

After speaking, he wielded the axe murderously and slashed towards Hua Ke.

Hua Ke was so frightened that he collapsed directly to the ground, and shouted, "Stop!

As soon as she finished speaking, the axe slashed straight at Hua Ke's neck.

Hua Ke had unwilling eyes, covered his neck that was trickling blood, and lay in a pool of blood and convulsed.

Gu Hai gasped in the dark night with blood on his face, and said, "The dream has been destroyed by me, I should wake up, right?"

When he thought so, he looked around again, the dilapidated yard was still there, the weeds were still overgrown, and Hua Ke lying on the ground was extremely real.

"Why, I haven't woken up from my dream yet?" Gu Hai asked himself, staring at his frightened eyes.

Suddenly, Hua Ke's words just now appeared in his mind: "That's just your dream!"

Gu Hai suddenly sat down on the ground in shock, his face was bloodless, and he thought in horror: "Could it be that everything is really just his own dream!

He looked at the river of blood that had flowed out of him, and remembered the familiar appearance of the villagers who died tragically in front of him.

"No! it can't be! it's a dream, wake up!"

He cried out in tears, but nothing changed in the silence of the night, and there was still a madman with a disheveled head, and hundreds of corpses lying on the ground.

All this, is it really not a dream?