There is a good saying, "If you are admitted to a middle school, you will get into the university".

The meaning of this sentence is that as long as you are admitted to "B City No. 1 Middle School" when you take the high school entrance examination, then it will be easy to get admitted to the university.

But for Wu Butong, this sentence is sarcasm and sarcasm for him.

Three years ago, Wu Butong took the high school entrance examination and only scored 150 points, but in the end, he was admitted to the No. 1 Middle School in City B!

It turned out that back then, except for the full score in the mathematics test, Wu Butong had zero points in all other subjects, not to mention the top No. 1 Middle School in City B, and even private schools did not accept it; But when he was in his second year of junior high school, he invented a "Moonlight Mirror of Rising and Dead" that could glimpse the ancient times, so he was admitted to the No. 1 Middle School in City B.

Entering No. 1 Middle School to study, Wu Butong should have been extremely happy and super proud; But this is not the case, because he can understand other subjects except mathematics, and other subjects are like flying planes to him, and he cannot understand anything.

When he was a freshman in high school, because he was good at mathematics, his classmates still looked down on him and played with him; In the second year of high school, he fell in love with the school Hua Feng Zuimei, but because his grades were a mess, and he was from the countryside, and his appearance was not very outstanding, he was directly rejected by Feng Zuimei, and then he was ridiculed by the students, and Wu Butong felt inferior; In the third year of high school, his grades plummeted, and his mathematics score dropped directly from a full score to a zero score.

At the end of the college entrance examination, looking at the very happy appearance of those confident students of the same level, and inadvertently seeing his favorite school flower and other boys coming together, Wu Butong felt that God had played a joke with him that made people want to die, and he never had the face to go home, so he borrowed 500 yuan and went to Guangdong to work!

When he arrived in Guangdong, there was no one in the area, and in less than two days, Wu Butong spent all the money on his body, and he did not find his class.

In the end, in order to survive, he had to go to the garbage dump to pick up mineral water bottles.

But how difficult life is now, the competition is so fierce, not to mention picking up mineral water bottles, and even the bones left over from the dogs.

In half a month, Wu Butong has lost weight from 100 catties to 70 catties, which is completely scary like a dried corpse.

On the afternoon of June 22, the results of the college entrance examination came out!

Wu Butong scored zero in the college entrance examination (which he expected).

This is the result of my own "hard work", and there is nothing I can't think of.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wu Butong was dressed in rags, unkempt, and hungry, like a beggar, sitting cross-legged on the square in front of the Guangzhou Railway Station.

His heart was cold, he felt how cold the world was, and he was so desperate.

Penniless, it is impossible to return to City B.

What's next?

Where do we go from here?

Sitting and sitting, Wu Butong only felt a cool breeze blowing in his face, and nothing was clear after that!

When he woke up, he didn't know what time it was, but he felt that he was lying on a very cold bed, and there seemed to be nothing on the bed, only a white cloth covering him.

Why is this bed so cold?

Wu Butong vigorously opened the white covering himself, and in an eerie and extremely cold room, there was a bed full of beds, and there was a person lying on the bed like himself.

What the hell is this place?

How is it the same as hell?

Wu Butong slowly sat up with his weak hands on both sides of the cold bed, he glanced to the left and right, and finally a big foot in front of him caught his eye.

This?

This is the morgue of the funeral home?

Suddenly, there was a loud bang outside the door, a dark shadow flashed through the window, and the lights in the morgue went out.

"Mom......"

"Help Me ......"

Wu Butong forgot about his hunger, he slipped off the bed and fell to the ground, and went straight to the door.

The moment he opened the door, he saw a terrifying face facing him, and his eyes were so frightened that they seemed to be trying to eat people.

Wu Butong was covered in a cold sweat, trembling, unable to speak, and asked for most of the time: "You...... You...... What are you going to do, what are you going to do? ”

Those terrifying eyes kept staring at him, let alone talking, and he didn't even breathe.

"This? What the hell is this place? Why are you here? Don't? Don't? Is he already dead? This is the ...... of the ground," Wu Butong no longer dared to think about it.

The wind was so strong, so cold, and there were miserable screams of fear from the morgue behind him.

Wu Butong completely collapsed, his ears rumbled, and his brain went blank.

In the end, he only vaguely remembered that a thick hand was holding his neck and walking towards the morgue, and the man said as he walked, "Dare to scare grandpa me, see if I will melt you tomorrow......"

What happened next, Wu Butong didn't know anything!

When he woke up again, he was lying on a deserted island, surrounded by the sea, and there was no end in sight.

He sat up slowly on the ground, touched his face with both hands, and then pinched his arm a few more times.

It hurts.

It's not dead, it's really not dead, it's still alive.

But this ...... What the hell is this place?

Why are you here?

Wu Butong dragged his fluttering body to the beach, he took a few sips of seawater with both hands, and then slowly sat on the ground.

I'm hungry, I'm really hungry.

But when I looked at both sides, I didn't even have a single grass to eat, not even a single grass.

In such a deserted place where birds don't, how can people live, Wu Butong is completely desperate!

Since God wants me to die, why should I do a senseless struggle?

Let it all be left to heaven's arrangement!

Wu Butong's heart was cold, looking up at the black cloud above his head, his heart was mixed, and he couldn't tell the taste.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, the clouds in the sky were getting darker and darker, and the whole island was gradually darkening.

A flash of lightning streaked overhead, followed by a thunderclap and a torrential downpour.

Wu Butong sat still because he knew that there was no grass on the island, and there was no place to shelter from the rain.

In this way, he was drenched in heavy rain for more than two hours, and he became a chicken that kept falling into the soup.

The rain has stopped!

There is a moon hanging in the sky.

Wu Butong's face was full of vicissitudes, and a pair of dark and dull eyes were stunned on the sea.

The night was so long, and after nearly half an hour, he faintly felt some heat in his chest.

What is it?

Wu Butong thought about it, it must be the role of "playing the dead moonmirror", yes, it must be the dead moonlight mirror.

He immediately took out the mirror, and in the dim night, he saw a fire flickering in the mirror, and through the firelight, in a blur, it seemed that he saw a table of rich wine and food.

To the left of the table sat an old man in a yellow robe, and directly across from the old man sat a very young man.

Why did this young man look so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Wu Butong stared at the young man in the mirror without blinking, racking his brains, and finally recognized it!