Qin Hao had reached his limit, his mouth opened unconsciously, however, the pool water poured into it entered his abdomen with mud and sand.

He tried to close his mouth, but he didn't have the strength anymore.

Crooked Mouth swam into the water, it came to Qin Hao's side at great speed, dragging his clothes and pulling him to the shore.

Crooked mouth, he looked at Qin Hao helplessly, "Why don't you pull a few stupid people, you can drown in a bath." ”

Its voice became more and more beautiful, and now, the tone was like that of a big sister reprimanding her naughty brother.

Qin Hao hunched over and lay on the ground, spitting muddy water one after another.

His face was pale, his hair was wet, he looked up slightly at his crooked mouth, and said extremely seriously, "Just now, under the water, I felt something about to drill out of my body. ”

"Well, I also saw it, if I hadn't gone down so fast, your soul would have run away completely. He said with a crooked mouth and white eyes.

Qin Hao pursed his lips, it seemed that he was thinking too much, he had been a god and a god recently, and he always felt that he might become a god-like figure one day, like the White Emperor, controlling everything in the world, high up.

seemed to see what Qin Hao was thinking, and crooked his mouth and let out a "heh, heh" laugh.

Looking at the crooked mouth with a mocking face, Qin Hao grimaced, supported the back of his head with both hands, and lay straight on the ground.

He slowly closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the spring around him, smelling the faint earthy fragrance, thinking about the crooked mouth next to him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Actually, it's good to live like this.

And while Qin Hao and his crooked mouth were enjoying the breath of nature, countless undercurrents surged, and the spearhead was pointed directly at him.

.........

In the family cemetery of the Confucian family in Qufu, a middle-aged man was facing the most central grave, kneeling reverently, muttering to himself, no one could hear clearly.

In the distance, a panicked figure came running, he looked seven points like the man, but he was very young.

He said to the man in a panic, "Dad, something is wrong!"

The middle-aged man reprimanded and said, "The sky is falling, my clan can survive forever, what are you panicking about!"

"Shaohao Mausoleum collapsed !!"

"What!" said the middle-aged man incredulously.

"I've sent someone to investigate, and there are a few suspicious people. The young man said, handing out a few photos, and there was Qin Hao in them.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, his expression fluctuated, and he said coldly, "Cha, using all the power of the family, it is better to kill 10,000 by mistake, and this person must be found." ”

......

In Zhang's office, an old man dressed like a California cowboy was sitting across from Zhang, and behind the cowboy stood a young girl, both of whom were of yellow race.

The old cowboy was unruly and crossed Erlang's legs, with a wicked smile on his face.

And this girl is like a delicate doll, with extremely delicate facial features, fair skin, lined with long black hair, hanging down to the waist, her figure is like a special made by God, extremely hot, but she always has a cold face, as if she is indifferent to everything.

Lao Zhang looked at the two people in front of him helplessly, "I can't contact that patient of mine, why are you looking for him?"

The old cowboy laughed and said, "I'm not looking for a reason to come and see you, old man, you're not welcome." ”

After some conversation, the two left, and the old cowboy put away his smile and said seriously, "It's more complicated than expected." ”

As he spoke, he took out a compass, and the needle of the compass rotated rapidly, finally pointing in one direction, and that was where Qin Hao and Crooked Mouth were!

......

In a rainforest in South America, where miasma is pervasive, in the deepest part there is an ancient tribe, small tribe, about five or six hundred people, and the people here are not affected by the miasma in the slightest.

It's calm and peaceful, secluded.

In the scattered bamboo hut, there is an old man with a blue tattoo on his face, holding an old leather in his hand.

He stretched out his withered fingers, slowly pointed to a line of words on the leather, and he read around his mouth: In the fifth solar age, I will return, and when the afterglow falls, I will let the world end.

He stood up tremblingly and staggered out of the house, he looked up at the sky, his gaze seemed to pass through the miasma, and looked straight at the sun.

After a long time, he waved his hands and exclaimed excitedly, "The ancestor will return, his soul has awakened, let our bravest warriors, go and welcome the arrival of the ancestors." ”

On this day, in the dense rainforest, the ancient horn sounded, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

......

At the top of a large mountain, there is a dilapidated temple, overgrown with weeds, rats and snakes scurrying.

The Buddha statue in the temple has long lost its color, leaving only a rough shape, like a mud tire.

In front of the Buddha statue, there are two monks sitting cross-legged, one old and one young, the old monk has a compassionate face, long eyebrows and big ears, and the little monk is delicate, their robes are tattered, but the corners of their mouths are smiling.

The old monk smiled and said, "The cause of the past life, the fruit of this life, who is not in reincarnation." ”

The little monk said mischievously, "How do I know." ”

The old monk still smiled and said, "Under the Bodhi tree, the Buddha is full of lotus, how can he fall into the mortal world." ”

The little monk blinked and said, "What's the matter with me." ”

The old monk smiled helplessly, "I pass the world with compassion, so what compassion is." ”

The little monk yawned and said, "Master is right. ”

The old monk was not angry, and shouted "Amitabha." ”

The little monk jumped up directly and said pretendedly, "I can't bear you." ”

The old monk laughed and said, "Strange beasts come out, the world changes, the catastrophe rises, the troubled times appear, the young man, the eight wildernesses, the wind is not beautiful!"

The little monk said bluntly: "Don't go." ”

The old monk pretended to be sorry and said, "Since ancient times, beauties have long hated, and they are not born at the right time, and they can't see real heroes." ”

The little monk rolled his eyes and said, "Really?"

The old monk continued to flicker, "No, there are heroes and beauties in troubled times." ”

The little monk didn't say a word, turned around and left, followed the path, and went straight down the mountain.

And the little monk was less than five hundred miles away from Qin Hao.

.........

In a park in the north, a young Taoist priest holding a banner said solemnly, "The Tao is the way, not the constant way." The name can be named, not the permanent name. Therefore, there is always no desire, in order to observe its wonder, and there is always desire, in order to observe its place. ”

Nearby, a little girl of five or six years old said, "Uncle, you have made a mistake. ”

The young Taoist priest smiled, "What's wrong. ”

The little girl shook her head and said, "It's good, it's very good, it's famous, it's not famous." ”

The young Taoist priest made a "shhhh ”

The little girl was smiling, and the young Taoist priest was laughing too.

In the end, the big and the small ones directly closed the stall, and the little girl pulled the young Taoist priest and asked him to calculate the marriage for a friend.

The young Taoist priest followed the little girl away, but before leaving, he looked through the iron railing of the park, and in the crevices of the dense vines, he could see that the orphanage opposite was full of innocence and laughter.

The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "I'm still smart, go back to the source, I'm waiting for you here." ”

......

All kinds of unknown hidden forces have emerged, the bosses of all parties have their own demands, and the object that all of them are looking for is Qin Hao,

The clouds are thick, and the wind and rain are coming.