At three o'clock in the afternoon, Shi came back with a large bag and a small bag, and he told us that the tickets had been booked, and the train, which departed at seven o'clock in the evening, could now go to the train station and wait.

We took our respective tickets, and since I lost my documents, I booked them with the ID of a brother of the criminal investigation team who was about the same age as me, and the stone was also someone else's. Because Shi didn't know that Song Yan was also going before, he didn't buy his ticket, but he still insisted on going, saying that he would make up the ticket after getting on the bus, and after everything was ready, we set off with our luggage.

The train station was crowded and crowded, so we sat down and while it was still early, I told them that we could sleep for a while, because it was hard to sleep on the train.

I finally managed to stay up until half past six, and the radio in the hall was already reminding everyone that the train to and from Xinjiang was about to arrive at the station, and passengers on the train were asked to get ready. I woke them up, picked up my luggage and started queuing up to check the tickets, and after some tossing, I finally got on the train. The carriage was full of people, me and Shishi, as well as Wang Yue and Ji Xueyan, the four of us sat facing each other, and Song Yan and his two buddies sat next to us. Twenty minutes later, the train finally started slowly, listening to the sound of the incident, my mind was pulled back to my childhood, at that time my greatest wish was to see the train with my own eyes one day, now that I have grown up, I have seen the train, and I have ridden it, but I have lost the innocence and happiness of my childhood.

There were newspapers sold in the car, I was bored, I bought two newspapers to read, and my eyes were about to fall out at this glance, Shishi, Ji Xueyan and me, the three of us were in the newspaper, and there was a photo of us standing in the crowd. The title is: The Unsolved Mysteries of Modern Light Work.

I smiled bitterly, these reporters are really gossiping, such things can also make headlines, isn't it that I used soul chasing that day, this is not a light skill, at best it is just a sidewalk! The stone was stunned for a moment, and he didn't forget to tease me: "How about Brother Tian, I said you would be famous, now believe it."

I gave him a blank look, pulled my sunglasses and a big-brimmed hat out of my backpack, ignored them, and closed my eyes to recuperate.

When I opened my eyes, it was already completely dark, the neon lights flashed outside the window, the shadows of the trees were rapidly retreating, most of the people in the car were already asleep, and only a few people sitting behind me were playing cards. When I was idle, I poked my head out to watch them play cards, and there was nothing nice about playing cards, and I was mainly attracted by their stories.

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties, dressed in shabby clothes, with cement on his sleeves, and the two people who played cards with him were also dressed similarly to him, and they looked like migrant workers. While they were playing cards, they told a story, and the middle-aged man who looked older lit a cigarette and said to his two companions: "Do you know, there have been riots in Xinjiang, I heard that the place is not clean, this is our first time in Xinjiang, but be careful."

"Not clean? Are you saying that there have been ghosts there, what are you afraid of, I have seen ghosts a long time ago, and I am not afraid of shadows. Another uncle with a short head said disdainfully.

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said, "If you don't believe it, I'll tell you a story and you'll know."

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "Fifty years ago, my grandfather went to Xinjiang when he fled the famine, and this story was told to me by my grandfather when I was a child, and it was his personal experience. Have you heard of the Apocalypse? ”

This middle-aged man's words shocked me, he actually knew about the Heavenly Tribulation, not to mention whether the story he told was true or not, let's first listen to what the Heavenly Tribulation was in his mouth. As for checking information on the Internet, I can't find anything at all, most of the online are some whimsical annotations, what grassroots counterattack embarked on the road to becoming immortals, and after nine tribulations, they became immortals, which is all nonsense.

The middle-aged man saw that his companion did not speak, so he began to speak.

"Fifty years ago, just in time for the famine in the whole country, the poor had to leave their hometowns and go to other places to earn a living, and some people settled in other places from then on, while others never came back, and most of them starved to death on the road. At that time, the traffic was inconvenient, and I could only rely on my legs to hurry, my grandfather was not married at that time, because the family really couldn't open the pot, my grandfather in order to reduce the burden on the family, so he embarked on a long road alone. He begged along the road, wandered aimlessly outside, met a kind person, and was happy to reward half a moldy steamed bun, and most of the time he lived by eating grass roots and bark. ”

He had been outside for more than half a month, and he didn't know how far he had left his hometown, and he thought that maybe it would be a different scene outside, but he didn't know that there was a famine in most cities, and he saw a lot of people dying of starvation along the way, and some people even cut meat from dead people to put them in the pot in order to survive. Naturally, my grandfather would not be so mad, he would rather eat tree bark. Once, when it was raining, the sky suddenly became cloudy in the daytime, just like at night, and my grandfather and two companions hid in the brick kiln in order to escape the rain. You know the brick kiln, it is the cave where the bricks are burned, it is generally very large, there are two rooms that add up to that big, there is a hole on it, this kind of brick kiln is easy to enter and difficult to come out, if there is no rope, it is likely that you will not be able to climb out if you fall down. ”

"Fortunately, my grandfather found a tree stump nearby, and lowered the stump down the hole so that they went in to take shelter from the rain. The cave is small on the top, and the hole is very large, just like a gourd, and it is best to block the wind and rain inside. But the rain was so great that in a short time the water began to accumulate in the brick kiln, and they had to climb out when the water level was knee-high. As they had just climbed out of the cave, a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, and one of my grandfather's companions yelled, and pointed to a certain place for them to see. My grandfather looked over and was shocked to see a black thing crawling into the cave along a stake. Without waiting for everyone to react, it was another lightning bolt, which split straight into the cave, and suddenly, the entire brick kiln collapsed, and the air was filled with a burning smell. ”

"This is what you call a catastrophe, this kind of thing is not uncommon among the people!" The board said disdainfully.

After they said this, I remembered Fang Zhong's experience, so he also encountered a monster that avoided the Heavenly Tribulation, and any creature that went against the sky would definitely usher in the Heavenly Tribulation. What about me, if I cultivate Qimen Dunjia, will I also experience a heavenly tribulation, Li Hui didn't tell me!

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