Time goes back to the second before Xiao Tiange opened his eyes, and it was also the second when the inky seed sank into Xiao Tiange's body.

Western Desert.

The dilapidated temple, the Buddha statue with the gold paint peeling off, no one incense, no one kneels to worship, dust is a frequent visitor to this temple, cobwebs are the decoration of this temple, the years go by, eternal unchanged.

But at this moment, I was awakened!

Every grain of dust turns into a golden arhat of different shapes, and the dust here is like dirt, every cobweb turns into a burning incense, and the rising smoke lingers on every golden arhat, and the dilapidated temple becomes a magnificent Buddha hall in an instant.

The only thing that has not changed is the Buddha statue in the center with the gold paint peeling off, which is incompatible with the magnificent Buddha hall, but if you look closely, the direction of those golden-bodied Arhats is exactly where the Buddha statue is.

The Buddha statue has not moved for a long time, so long that it makes people feel that it has been in the world for thousands of years.

But it finally moved, just a squirm of lips and a syllable, to be exact.

"Buddha. ”

The entire Western Desert, occupying one-fifth of the land of the Jiwu Continent, everyone has this voice in their minds, the voice is very light, as faint as a lover's words, but at this moment, whether it is a mortal who has no power to restrain the chicken, or a martial artist who is powerful through the heavens and the earth, they all lost their minds, their hands were folded, and the devotion that only people who have eaten fasting and chanted Buddha for decades appeared on their faces, and a syllable sounded in their mouths at the same time.

"Buddha. ”

East China Sea.

In that inexplicable place swallowed by darkness, the pair of eyes that were as indistinguishable as black holes resurfaced. Unlike the last time, the black hole on the left, or perhaps in its left eye, has a girl kneeling on one knee. The girl wore a long blue dress, her long hair fell between her thin waists, and her face was not visible because her head was lowered, but her body was just enough to make the male animal moths who claimed to be men put out the fire—the kind of "peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic" to put out the fire.

"If he wakes up, bring his body back. If he's still asleep, use your body to bring him back. ”

"I see. ”

After the girl finished speaking, she got up and left.

"Remember," the girl paused, "you are the daughter of the East Sea." ”

The girl was silent, just for a moment, and then continued to walk forward, leaving the black hole, a ray of light shone on the girl's face, which was a "sinking fish and geese", "closed moon and shy flowers", "alluring the country and the city", or any word could not express the beauty.

But that face betrayed the girl's age, the face that would not exceed four years old was already incomparably beautiful, no one could imagine what kind of suffocating beauty the girl would be when she grew up, perhaps, the word disaster for the country and the people was born for her.

Kitahara.

In a simple igloo that looks like it was built casually, a middle-aged man in a bear coat is cooking on a fire, and a little girl with pink makeup is bored with her hair, and the warm atmosphere makes people know that this is a father and daughter.

"Abba, I'm so hungry!"

"Don't worry, I'll have fish soup to drink soon. ”

The little girl pouted: "Hmph! It's all Abba's fault, what kind of dragon did you catch, but there was nothing, and now you are still being chased everywhere by the dragon you said! Hmph!"

The middle-aged man laughed heartily: "My family is angry?"

"Hmph! People are just angry!"

Roar –

There was a loud roar outside the igloo, and the roar did not stop, and the humble igloo was instantly torn apart.

"Abba run! Long Long is catching up again! Run, run!"

On the endless ice field, the middle-aged man was running fast, and on his shoulder was the little girl with pink makeup, not only was the little girl not afraid of panicking, but laughed and treated her Abba as a horse, shouting for Abba to run, and from time to time turned his head and grimaced behind him, looking ghostly and cute.

Behind the father and daughter, the dragon that had been caught by the middle-aged man but had vanished after being caught was chasing the two of them with a roar.

Southern Wilderness.

In a small alley that was not bustling but clean, an old beggar who had been curled up and slept on the ground stretched out, sat up, then yawned again, fell backwards, and continued to sleep, and even made a few snorting sounds, which are the sounds of pigs sleeping soundly.

......

The East China Sea is the vast sea, the western desert is the desert, and the northern plain is the unmelting ice field. And the southern wilderness is far away.

The Southern Wilderness has always been regarded as the place of origin of the ancient wilderness, and in this land, I don't know how many forgotten ethnic groups are hidden, and how many existences that are recognized as extinct have been shocked by a glimpse of them.

Throughout the ages, there have been many explorers who have hoped to find those hidden races, to solve the unsolved mysteries of history, or for some other purpose, but none of them matter, because until now, no one has heard of anyone finding those mysterious peoples.

Maybe someone has found it too, but for some reason, they are kept secret.

But no matter what, whether it is found or not, it cannot hide the fact that there is an extremely ancient hidden world group in the Southern Wilderness, and this antiquity is likely to run through an era, or even several eras.

Deep in the southern wilderness, surrounded by mountains, there is a small village in it, the village is not big, the traffic is strange, and the chickens and dogs smell each other. Among them, there are only a dozen or so families who come and go, and all of them are mortals who have no martial power. The sunrise and sunset, the yellow hair hanging down, and the joy of oneself, are the life of this small village that has been dull from generation to generation.

The people of the village call it "Wu Village" because the people who live here have only one surname - Wu.

At this time, it is dusk, the burning clouds on the horizon reflect the village red, the smoke of the curling cooking and the smell of food flow in the quiet air, the men who have worked all day * dark and strong upper body, carrying a hoe stained with mud on their shoulders, every time they pass a house, they will be welcomed by their own mother-in-law into the door, washing their faces with a basin of water, and occasionally there will be a childish sound in a few homes, which is the laughter of children rushing into their father's broad chest.

There is an old man with a cigarette gun at the entrance of the village who smokes a few puffs from time to time, and his rickety back and silver hair all tell people that the old man is already in his prime, and he is also the oldest old man in Wu Village, and those men who pass by him will subconsciously stop talking, and look at the old man's eyes full of respect.

But the old man's cloudy eyes were just staring in one direction, and it was the old man waiting for his little granddaughter to come home. Ever since the old man's little granddaughter was able to walk on her own, the old man would take her a long way to the same place, and then let the little granddaughter walk back by herself. There are no fierce beasts around Wu Village, so the old man is not too worried, but the old man will always hide the worry in his eyes after seeing the figure of his little granddaughter.

Calculate the time, after another cup of tea, the little granddaughter should come back, and she has just finished smoking the bubbles in the smoking gun, the old man thought.

In the distance, a graceful figure appeared in the old man's sight, the setting sun stretched the shadow of the figure very long, just at a glance, the old man knew that this was a woman, or a seductive woman.

Sure enough, when the woman approached, even the old man was in a trance for a moment-

The red palace skirt is as light as gauze, outlining the woman's looming wonderful carcass, the long aqua blue hair that is casually draped, exuding a refreshing fragrance, a pair of jade arms covered by sleeves, white and tender to blow and break, the bare ankles are tied with delicate bells, with the woman's footsteps crisp and dripping, especially the pair of charming eyes like water, people can't help but fall into it, a natural fox charmer, it is really a smile, seductive.

"Old man," the woman raised her lips lightly, her voice soft, "May I ask if this is Wu Village?"

The old man came back to his senses, immediately shook his head, and said hoarsely, "Girl, you are looking for the wrong one." The old man has lived here for most of his life, and he has never heard of Wu Village. The girl should look elsewhere. ”

"Old man, my lord lost something a long time ago. The Lord said that it had been snatched by his most trusted brother at the time while he was wounded, and that he had not been heard from since. That kind of thing is actually nothing to my lord, and if the lord's brother speaks at that time, the lord will not hesitate to give it to him. It's just that the most intolerable thing for the Lord is betrayal. Think about it, old man, how would you feel if you were betrayed by someone who you regarded as your brother in life and death?"

When the woman said this, her pitiful appearance made people want to take her into her arms and pity her.

"Ahem, ahem!" the old man was anxious and choked a few mouthfuls, "girl, if you are really a brother in life and death, how can you betray it? Hehe, isn't the girl looking for some Wu village? Although the old man has not heard of this village, he can also show the girl the way." The old man heard that there was a hidden family in the depths of this mountain, who was proficient in divination, and the girl kept looking for it, maybe they could give her an answer. ”

"Old man, you say, am I beautiful?"

The woman didn't answer the old man's words, but suddenly asked.

"The girl's appearance is the most beautiful that the old man has ever seen in his life. When the old man was young, he often heard others say that she was the first beauty in the world, and now it seems that she is probably talking about a girl. ”

"Giggles, the old man's mouth is so sweet. The woman laughed, but her peerless face was really smiling, "The old man, why did you only look at me? Am I not beautiful enough? Or is the old man just saying good things to coax me?"

"Or, the little woman's charm method has not yet been practiced at home?"

At this point, the coldness in the air became thicker.

The old man sighed, after all, it was not as good as the sky, but he didn't expect that he just glanced at this woman, and it became the biggest flaw. Because as the woman said, how can she be beautiful enough at a glance?

"Girl, that thing isn't here anymore, so you'd better go. ”

"That's not going to work. The Lord said that if you don't bring back anything, you can bring back a corpse. ”

After half a cup of tea, a little girl in a coarse linen dress jumped towards Wu Village, her face as delicate as a porcelain doll with a cheerful smile, and shouted before she approached Wu Village.

"Grandpa!

The little girl walked into Wu Village, the pungent smell of blood instantly filled her little nose, the big watery eyes reflected a dead corpse, the smoke of every household has not completely dissipated, the food on the table is still warm like the blood flowing on the ground, the only difference is that the small village that was once vibrant is now a dead place.

The little girl cried and threw herself on top of the corpses, crying the names of her aunt and uncle who were still calling yesterday, but no one answered her.

Finally, the little girl saw the old man's body at the end of the village, and she threw herself on the old man's body and cried until she fainted.

When she woke up, the little girl wiped away her tears, and with a pair of small hands tirelessly dug an unknown number of small earth pits, silently burying the corpses of the village inside, and the last one she buried was the body of the old man, her grandfather.

This year, on this day, the little girl was exactly five years old.

When she vigorously and carefully broke open her grandfather's left hand, which she had held tightly until death, she saw a ring and a word in her grandfather's palm.

Witch.