That night, I had a dream.

I strolled through the alleys, and the not tall birches on either side blocked the sunlight, but there were only a few spots of light like money cast on the dirt road, and the golden spots jumped through the cracks in the masonry, like golden notes jumping on a stave. The gold is rotten, like a galaxy. Although the wind caused the shadows of the trees to sway, it did not stir up a little dust, and the thin quilt of the family over there was also gently swayed by the wind, and the potted flowers next to it also rustled and laughed.

I soon passed through that alley, where I went, how I went, I didn't know, I only knew that I seemed to have walked for a long, long time, through many, many places, and after a long, long time, I seemed to have a scruffy beard, very old, very old, and could barely walk. I went back to that alley.

I was passing through the alleys, and the birch trees blocked most of the golden sunlight, leaving only a few golden spots on the ground and trembling with the shadows of the trees, which was very dazzling. The wind rose, a rustling sound accompanied by frightened birdsong, and the thousands of spots of light projected on the ground also reflected each other, mottled in front of the eyes, stabbing eyes. The light spots fell on the thin quilt that I don't know who was drying, but the thin quilt that was obviously plain was dyed with pretty and gorgeous patterns. The wind caused the potted flowers next to it to rustle, ironically dying the thin quilt that was dyed into the flower surface...

I sat up from the bed, looking at Fan Gu who was still sleeping peacefully, and my heart was a little more settled. I put my hand on my forehead, how can this be?

You know, God's dreams are usually herald, and this dream I had, passing through the alley twice, was in a completely different state of mind, what does this mean?

Am I going to be the kind of person who complains and sees things through colored glasses?

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, whatever the future holds, everything was as it should.

He looked at Fan Gu who was sleeping again, let out a sigh of relief, and was about to lie down again. Suddenly, my heart slammed.

I clenched my heart, and I only felt a violent heartbeat, not pain, but a violent shock of my heart, as if it was about to jump out of my heart. The beating of the heart is a normal thing, but this beating is extremely heavy, like the return of a dying person.

This feeling was only for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it was back to normal. I gasped for air like a drowning man surfaced, for a moment, but my cold sweat was half soaked. I put my hand to my heart, and my heart was still beating steadily and powerfully. In fact, to be honest, as a Heavenly Dao, even if my heart doesn't beat, it's not a big deal. But before that, I felt my life.

I could clearly feel that it could easily kill me.

What's going on?

As a Heavenly Dao, I am immortal, and sick, so how can this be?

Fan Gu was woken up by me, sat up with sleepy eyes, supported half of his body with one hand, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?" ”

I settled down and said, "It's okay, let's get some rest." ”

Fan Gu opened his small mouth and yawned widely, and then lay down again. I lay down and fell into a deep sleep in a few moments.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn, and the warm sunlight shone through the window paper on Fangu's sleeping little face. I went down to the field, washed up briefly and made breakfast for Fangu, the eggs were sizzling in the pot, the sun was shining, and the years were quiet.

Perspective shifts, eleven heavens

The eleventh heaven is hell.

There is no day and no night in hell. It was always a blood-colored moon hanging high in the middle of the sky, emitting a faint light, reflecting the sea of corpses and blood below. The smell of blood and rotting corpses was almost disgusting, and the sounds of wailing, pleas for mercy, confessions, and whipping filled the bloody hell.

A man in black walked in this sea of corpses and blood, although he walked in a hurry, but the long cloak and placket were not stained with the slightest stain, and the black-clothed men who were whipping and executing on the side bowed to him and said, "My lord." ”

The man in black ignored it and hurriedly walked his own way, and those men in black seemed to be used to it, and they continued to do their own thing.

An old woman over half a hundred years old, her legs were cut off. Her face was full of pain, crawling on the ground twisted, the wounds on her legs had maggots, and her whole body was ulcerated, she looked up and saw the man in black in front of her, and grabbed the corner of his clothes like the last straw, and shouted in despair: "My lord, my lord, I know that I was wrong, I regret it, I regret it, I regret it, I won't be wrong again, spare me, spare me..."

The black-clothed men next to him knelt down in unison, "Forgive my subordinates for their unfavorable affairs, my lord is frightened..."

"Oh?" The man in black smiled playfully, he slowly squatted down and asked the woman, "What is wrong with you?" ”

"I shouldn't, I shouldn't be jealous of my husband's childhood sweetheart, I shouldn't have pushed her off a cliff and crippled her legs. I shouldn't, I was wrong, I knew I was wrong... My lord, I beg you, spare me, I know that I am wrong..."

"I know it's wrong...", the man in black showed a kind smile, "Then let's die." ”

The old woman was stunned for a moment, and then her figure slowly faded and disappeared.

The black-clothed men next to him kowtowed in unison, not daring to make a sound. The man in black calmly pulled out his sword and cut off the corner of the old lady's clothes.

Actually, those people in black know it. The old woman's biggest mistake was to stain his clothes.

Today I read an article about online novel writing, and suddenly found that the words I wrote earlier did not have a single pit. I was so scared that you would abandon the article, so I started digging. The three big pits are not very deep. Very appetizing.