The old aunt and grandmother went, and the sky in Fengyang Town collapsed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old aunt and grandmother walked peacefully, with the kindness of the past on their faces, but they were uneasy. On her neck, which was covered with age spots and the texture of time, there was an extra bloody mouth that stretched across her throat, dark and red. Her eyes that were no longer bright and her lips were full of pain and were full of mockery.

Mocking someone or something? Unknown.

Her old right hand was firmly embraced into her bosom, as if to reach into her withered belly, and the palm of her hand was a torn placket of garment, derived from a garment unique in the town.

This dress belongs to Zhu Ding, a cotton T-shirt that is very common in later generations, sleeveless and crudely made, and today Zhu Ding is wearing this torn corner of the dress and wandering all day.

Fengyang Town is the hometown of the Son of Heaven, the old aunt and grandmother have had more than one life in the Hongwu Emperor, the county prince is just a petty official from the eighth grade, naturally he does not dare to act arbitrarily, and he started a letter overnight, and 800 miles was sent to the hands of the Son of Heaven in Jinling City, so Zhu Ding had to wait in prison for several days before he would be interrogated.

In the past few days, it has not been peaceful, and a huge wave has quietly hit the town of Fengyang, which has become full of haze.

It was nearly midsummer, Fengyang was the plum rain, and it was still a colorful glow at night, and then it thundered and exploded, and the rain was like a waterfall.

Zhu Ding curled up in a corner of the cramped and gloomy cell, his face was pale, and his chest did not rise and fall without a trace of heaviness, as if he had been dead for a long time and had no life.

The raindrops slapped on the window that was not wide, shattering into a fine mist, and diffused down, already moistening his thin clothes, and layers of pimples had appeared on his bare arms.

The floor of the cell was as cold as ice even on dog days, and it was even more chilly with such weather, but he just lay on his knees on his side on the filthy ground, letting the cold rain merge into a small pool under him, and even though the hairs of his sweat rose, he did not shake a little.

The old man went, the only old man who gave him real love and comfort, not a good death.

Zhu Ding was very sad, although he didn't care what kind of environment he would live in, although he was just a spectator, a traveler who could not live past the age of eighteen, but he was still very sad, and this sadness came from the love from the heart of this old lady who had almost lost her teeth but still spoke harshly.

People, who can be ruthless, although Zhu Ding thinks that he is just a short-term traveler in another world, but others treat him, he remembers it all in his heart, not to say whether to repay it or not, at least there is a warmth and warmth.

But now, the old man had gone, and he had been killed, and the blame had been blamed on him.

This, absolutely not!

The thunder waned, the rain thinned, but the air became colder.

A violent coughing sound suddenly rose in the silent cell, and Zhu Ding, who had not been silent for a long time, trembled and rolled on the ground, coughing loudly, his face returned to blood, his face was red, his nose and tears flowed, as if he was already terminally ill, struggling between unable to breathe and desperately absorbing oxygen.

Zhu Ding returned to his soul, and at the last moment when he was about to die, his soul returned.

After regulating his breathing, he didn't even clean the dirty liquid from his face, he just stared fiercely at the jailer at the cell door with his red eyes open, the jailer he had never seen before who appeared in the town at some unknown time, the swordsman who had killed the old man.

Zhu Ding knew who the murderer was, and he even saw the entire murder scene, but he could only watch from the sidelines and was powerless to stop it.

It was the ability he had acquired after his crossing, which had accompanied him for nine lifetimes, and this ability gave him the power to leave his body and go back to the past in three days, as if he had traveled through another dimension, witnessing something that had happened in a short period of time, as silent as a movie.

But it was enough for him to know what was going on, and he saw all the truth before his body was on the verge of suffocation.

He saw the arrogant roar of the county commander who had always behaved in front of the old aunt and grandmother, he saw the strange jailer easily use a slender short blade to leave a deep blood mark on the old man's neck, he saw the old aunt and grandmother at the last moment of her life, the deep disdain in her eyes, he saw the old man in the moment when he couldn't breathe, the regret and worry in his eyes, her head and neck turned to the left, her eyes seemed to be able to pass through the layers of barriers, and saw the place she wanted to see, that direction was Zhu Ding's home!

A tear fell quietly, not about the strong reaction caused by the reconnection of the heart with the air, but only because of the grief, the grief that a kind elder had passed away suddenly, and that the old man who had been the best to him for thirteen years might have died of some conspiracy because of him.

What kind of conspiracy, Zhu Ding doesn't care, for a person who has experienced nine times of deception and calculation, for a person who can't live to be eighteen years old anyway, no matter how dangerous the conspiracy is, he only thinks about one thing now, avenge the old man!

I saw through my own life and death, but I couldn't let go of the death of my relatives.

Now, the most direct murderer was right in front of him, just a few steps away from him, a wooden door away.

The jailer's hand unconsciously rested on the handle of the saber at his waist, and he did not understand why he could see such a strong killing intent in the eyes of a thirteen-year-old child, and that expression was not the choice of a lone wolf, but the oppression like the king of all beasts, as if a kind of imposing confinement, a hook from the deepest hidden fear in his heart.

It wasn't until Zhu Ding lowered his high head, walked to the corner of the cell with some malaise, and shrunk his wet body in the darkest place, that the jailer seemed to be out of this confinement, and he didn't even have time to take a few quick steps to get out of Zhu Ding's sight, and he gasped for breath in front of the cell door, his eyes were deep disbelief and panic, but he didn't muster up the courage to look at the child in the prison even once, and then left in embarrassment.

The rain came quickly, and it was quite calm, and soon after the jailer left, it became dripping, slowly releasing the thick layer of water vapor on the high clouds.

The drainage ditch outside the cell has been almost filled with rainwater, but thanks to Wu Laosan's successful construction of the town's drainage facilities and underground pipes, there is not much water on the gravel pavement, except for a few shallow puddles and a few ripples.

The water droplets on the eaves are strung into beaded curtains, turning into tiny waterfalls, knocking on the ground at the root of the wall, ticking into a stream of water and gurgling sound, usually Zhu Ding is the most favorite of this most beautiful note belonging to nature, but now, the sound of falling rain makes him a little upset.

After the jailer left, the place fell into relative silence again.

This is Fengyang Town, here is the emperor's hometown, the people here are simple and noble, since the beginning of the country, except for the occasional few out-of-town refugees, this cell is nothing, no local residents have ever been locked in, Zhu Ding is the only one.

He shivered in the darkest corners of his cell, from the cold and the anger in his heart.

But he had to be patient, patient until he had a chance to avenge the old man, so he had to live well, and beware of the insidious calculations of the county order, although now he was almost the life-and-death enemy of the people of the town!

"Report peace, open the prosperous world!"

Zhu Ding breathed in the corner, his soul had caused a lot of damage to his body when he left the body, and there was a strong smell of blood in his mouth, which was a sign of damage to his internal organs, if he hadn't focused on exercising his body since he was a child, this time alone would have cost him most of his life.

But at this moment, just as he was gathering his mind to recuperate from his internal wounds, a voice seemed to drift into his ears as if it were ethereal and real, and this voice came from all directions, wandering and rippling in the empty cell, where he should have been alone.

Zhu Ding stood up, carefully searched with his eyes, and finally determined the source of the voice - the cell next to him!

Before he used his power to go back to the past, he had clearly investigated, and there was no one else here.

But now, at the wooden fence separated by the cell, there is clearly a figure prostrate on the ground, and his mouth keeps whispering: "Report the peace, open the prosperous world!" ”

The man was wearing a monk's robe of almost unrecognizable color, a little fat and scruffy, and if it weren't for the rows of scars dotted on his short hair, it would have been almost impossible to tell that he was a monk.

The monk kept kowtowing to Zhu Ding through the fence, and kept saying that sentence in his mouth, and the scene was a little weird.

However, in Zhu Ding's world, he really can't find a person or thing that is weirder than his own existence, so he is still cautiously defensive, he must be careful, be careful of everything reasonable and unreasonable, and live well before avenging his aunt and grandmother.

"Who are you? How did you end up here? ”

To Zhu Ding's surprise, this simple opening, this most ordinary inquiry, this sentence that was not intended to be responded to, was listened to by the monk and replied respectfully, but this reply made Zhu Ding break out in a cold sweat.

The monk lowered his head, slowly stood up, and then then fell to the ground again and buckled his head three times at Zhu Ding, so three times, he stopped his movements, his voice was soft, and he replied in a fanatical tone: "Poor Dao Zhou Dian, knock on His Majesty the Ninth Son of Heaven, may Your Majesty Kangtai stay forever!" ”

Then, the monk slowly lifted his head.

Zhu Ding retreated in horror, he didn't have time to think about the monk's strange movements, didn't have time to think about why a monk would call himself poor, didn't have time to surprise this monk actually knew his secret, his eyes only had time to stare closely at the monk's face, which kept flashing different faces like a slide, full of blood!

They almost contain the world that Zhu Ding cognizes, all the races, from the hair ornament but not a single face of Middle-earth, without exception, blood flows from the abyss at the hole, each face is a painful and struggling look, and then they suddenly converge together, converging into a terrifying green grimace in the air, letting out bursts of eerie roars, devouring Zhu Ding!

Zhu Ding sat up tremblingly, the early morning sun shone through the narrow window lattice into the dark cell, he subconsciously looked at the opposite side, it was empty, where were there any monks.

Perhaps, it was just a dream, a dream that was too real.