I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know if I'm still alive, but I barely open my almost unconscious eyes and scan around, everything is no longer what I am familiar with.

Now I am lying on a desolate mass grave, and not far from me, within a slight distance of raising my arm to touch lightly, there is a body that has just been abandoned, although the limbs are incomplete, but the person who threw him has just walked away, and now I can clearly see their skinny and rugged backs when I raise my head, but they are all dressed in Republic of China costumes.

I looked back at the other three sides, but I didn't expect that there were corpses everywhere that had just been abandoned, although they were not the slightest bit corrupted, but they were not complete, and all the muscles on the body had been dug up for some reason.

"Don't look at it! Young man, watch your back!" A sound that seemed to come from the ground reached my ears.

I quickly turned around, but I didn't expect a skeleton corpse to stand up at some point, with a mouth with only teeth left, and a long bloodshot underneath, rushing towards me at great speed.

In a panic, I quickly touched the ancient gilt knife on my body without looking, but when the bone corpse was about to run in front of me, I didn't find the only straw that could save me from this crisis.

In desperation, I had no choice but to huddle there with my head in my arms, but I didn't expect that the muscleless bone corpse was vulnerable to the slightest blow, and stumbled on the top of my head, and my body fell apart in an instant.

Suddenly, I also came to the spirit, I can't beat the flesh-and-blood zombies, as for you, the flesh-and-blood corpse, you dare to bully this grandfather!

Seeing that the crisis was lifted, I was about to rest and rejoice, but I didn't expect the soil on the mound under my feet to move, and the coffin stood up all at once, and there was no "squeak" beforehand... The sound of a squeak...", followed by the sound of a thin coffin falling to the ground.

I saw that there was a military boss in the uniform of the Beiyang Army, except for an extra bullet hole in the center of the eyebrows, there was almost no difference from a living person.

After calmly staring at me for a few seconds, he began to rush towards me on all fours, and his eyebrows began to spurt blood inexplicably.

My ten-year-old body was choked by the neck before he could dodge, and lifted me up all the way to the distance between my chest and his face, just enough for his blood to spurt all the way to my heart.

In an instant, I felt a pain in my heart that was different from before, and the power of my toes continued to surge, until I could no longer control it, and kicked the zombie's head away with a kick, and a larger column of blood gushed out of my neck......

"Good!" I was surprised to hear the familiar clapping of hands behind me, and turned my head to look back, "Who are you?"

"Hahaha, who am I, this should be asked to you! Because you were the only one who saw me that night three years ago!"

"What?!" I was stunned, no wonder my uncle went into the big lonely grave that day as if he hadn't seen anything, it turned out that he had been misleading me!

"What exactly do you want to do?" I asked timidly.

"What else can I do as an old man? It's just that there are still some things that haven't been done!"

"You mean dead souls?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's him, and there will be more and more people who become like this in the future if you don't take him away completely." As he spoke, he pointed to the moving headless corpse with his shriveled finger, which could already see the bones......

"Where does that begin?" I asked curiously.

"Do you remember that gilded knife?"

"You mean the one with the best black gold plated with animal patterns from the Classic of Mountains and Seas?"

"Looks like you know?!" The old man looked at me in surprise.

"No, I don't know, I just listened to my uncle's words and read the ancient book "The Classic of Mountains and Seas"!"

"Oh, you mean this kid Gu Yan, he was still asking me to protect you a few days ago!"

"Have you seen your uncle?" Hearing him talk about my uncle, my eyes widened with excitement.

"Not only have I seen it, but he also told me a lot about you recently, and about the blood-dripping sycamore flower"

"And where is he now?" I can't wait to interrupt.

"He is now in the past, very far away, probably three thousand years ago!"

"What? How could it be ......?" I was surprised.

"Remember why you were the only one who saw me that day? And I'm deliberately pretending to be talking to your uncle?"

"Why? It seems weird!" I was deep in thought.

"That's because I'm opening the passage for you to come here, only I can connect this era with your time, and if you want to travel back and forth, through me is the only way!"

"How is this possible! You're saying you can go back in time?!" I don't quite trust my ears.

"Remember the blood-dripping sycamore?" The old man gestured to his chest.

I followed his fingers closely, but I didn't expect that on his chest was also a blood-dripping sycamore flower, larger and darker than mine, but it was burned on the already very shriveled skin, and it was a little less real.

"It can conjure up many things, including the consciousness that can control the dead and the space-time tunnel that can travel to the past......"

"Is that okay with mine?" I looked down in surprise at the small blood-dripping sycamore flower on my chest.

"Of course you can, but you can only go back to the place where you were born at the farthest, and this ability will only be passed down from generation to generation, because it has this shortcoming."

"What? Cons?!" I don't understand.

"Do you know why the Dead Souls killed you?"

"What does this have to do with this?"

"Of course it matters, because as long as the blood sycamore flower is broken in you, no one can go back to the past and threaten his existence, you are the third generation of our old Lin family!"

No, this person turned out to be my grandfather, and the thing about summoning zombies just now......

"Don't think about it, it's not to kill you, but to test your ability, according to common sense, alienation and illusion can only be turned on one, but you have opened two at once, tell grandpa, what do you see in the mirror house of Guyan?"

"Grandpa, I heard you right, you just said that alienation and illusion can only be turned on one?!" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Yes, you haven't seen you again for thousands of years, you look like a dead soul!"

In other words, my uncle didn't want to take me through that catastrophe that night, but the dead soul happened to pierce my heart, and I quietly escaped it, I thought to myself.

"Tell Grandpa what you saw at your uncle's house." Grandpa couldn't wait to ask again.

I came back to my senses, "I saw in that mirror that in my eyes the seventh, tenth, thirteenth, fifteenth, eighteenth, and twentieth I all looked different from what I am now."

Grandpa took a deep breath in surprise: "I don't know if it's the beginning or the end of your place, just like the Republic of China, ......, by the way, Nan'er, have you seen the appearance of the twentieth clearly?"

I avoided my grandfather's longing eyes with a little self-reproach, thinking that it would be good for me to watch the twentieth first.

"Looks like this is fate! No one knows what lies ahead, and even if we can go back in time, we already carry too much unpredictability with ourselves!" Grandpa said helplessly.

I hurriedly comforted me understandingly: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you, if it's important, I'll look in the mirror again!"

Grandpa still shook his head in frustration: "The four mirrors in your uncle's house are not ordinary mirrors, they are all from the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" Divine Objects, it is said that they can reflect the appearance of any demon change, and they played a vital role in the ancient demon eradication war. ”

"So powerful?" As a child, my eyes widened when I heard my grandfather talk about the origin of the antiquity.

However, just as the grandfather was about to explain further, he came, his face full of murder, and he was carrying the ancient gilt knife with a black body in his hand......

"You're running so fast! I didn't expect you to bloom at the age of just ten and you bloomed a drop of blood sycamore, so no matter what, you have to die today!"

"What! A generation of evil spirits still believe this, don't forget that there are only five dragons carrying that space coffin! And it's not in our galaxy at all!"

"Giggles, don't lie to me anymore, you think I don't know your plans at the beginning of the Republic of China, before I arrived early, you had already come into contact with that ancient coffin, it was sixteen dragons that controlled it from any gravitational influence, and not five. That's definitely the coffin of the ancient gods—the decree!"

"It seems that you know everything, and after all, you can't hide anything from your eyes, but as far as I know, your eyes can't see the ultimate details!"

"Giggles, but I like to get into the details, and hand over what you took from the ancient coffin!"

"Want something? No way!" Grandpa flatly refused without thinking about it.

"I know you're not going to do what I say!"

In an instant, the soil within a few kilometers shook, and the power was by no means comparable to Grandpa's ability to seem to only manipulate one corpse, could this be the real ability of Vision?

I thought that a mortal danger was approaching, but unexpectedly, he only conjured up a few hundred special people, dressed in different colors, obviously not from the same era.

"You ......" Grandpa became a little angry when he saw them.

"Giggles, do you think I don't know your plan for the beginning of the Republic of China, all the big changes are just in the service of your ancient god coffin, and these are all the people who have been involved in this matter!"

"Don't bother, let's do it!" Grandpa said and rushed over to himself.

The Necro Spirit took advantage of the situation and took only one thing from his grandfather, but somehow did not hurt him.

"What a delicate blood-dripping sycamore! It's still a mixture of pure white and pink bronze, it must be from the coffin of the ancient god......"