The autumn wind is bleak, and the ground is full of silver foil.

In the cemetery outside Qingxi Village, a young man lies quietly in a coffin, with a childish face under his short black curly hair, on which a faint bruise can still be seen although it has been groomed.

For most people, the age of sixteen is just the beginning of a good life, but the teenager has already passed away.

Next to the tombstone, a middle-aged man in a military uniform stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on an old man next to the coffin, with a slight smile on his lean face that seemed to be kind.

"Old village chief, don't you really think about it?"

Dressed in mourning clothes, the old man looked at the young man blankly, his temples were pale and his back was bent, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely vicissitudes.

"Lin Xing, I promised to sell you the statue of the hero, all to heal Ming'er, but now I ......" At the end of the words, the old man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and his body began to tremble slightly. The loss of a loved one is unbearable for anyone, not to mention that this is the second time in his life.

"I also feel sorry for Makino's death. Looking at the corpse of the young man on the side, Lin Xing rubbed the jade wrench in his hand and said, "Look at this, I will now offer three times the price higher than the original, as long as you agree to sell me the statue of the hero." ”

"Let's go. With a wave of his hand, he said weakly: "I will not sell the image of a hero again." ”

"Don't you really think about it anymore? I'm paying triple the price!"

"Let's go......"

His brows furrowed slightly, and a touch of impatience appeared on Lin Xing's face.

"Leave the old village chief, I am so kind to persuade you, don't toast and don't eat and drink!"

Seeing Lin Xing's disrespectful words, some of the villagers who came to attend the funeral couldn't stand it.

"Bastard! Didn't you hear the old village chief say that he wouldn't sell it!

"Ungrateful dogs, you dare to threaten the old village chief here! If it weren't for Makino's father and mother, your grave grass would be three feet high!"

"Does this have your part in speaking?" glaring angrily, Lin Xing patted his chest and said: "My Lin Xing can have today's achievements, relying on my own blessing and great life!"

Hearing this, Liwang's godless eyes suddenly sharpened, only to see him get up and grab Lin Xing's collar and grit his teeth and say, "If you don't leave, don't blame me for being unkind to you!"

"Hehe, old thing, do you think I'll be afraid of you?" Ignoring the warning of Liwang, Lin Xing pushed away the other party, straightened his shirt and said: "Tomorrow, the group of soul hunters from Wangcheng will almost arrive in Sixiang Town, I want to see if you dare to say no to sell when you see them!"

Untied the white cloth around his waist, Lin Xing threw it on the ground and twisted it a few times with his foot. Then, he looked at the young man in the coffin beside him, and a contemptuous sneer rose on his lips.

"Hmph! If you want me to say, it's better that this kid Makino is dead, otherwise with his congenitally crippled soul, he can only be a useless inferior person in this life!"

As soon as Lin Xing's words fell, the coffin on the side suddenly shook without warning!

Under Makino's two thick black sword eyebrows, a pair of eyes slowly opened, his chest began to rise and fall slightly, and his miserable white cheeks gradually became bloody.

"Am I alive?"

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds in front of him, feeling the warmth brought by the sun, Makino's heart was a little dazed, he clearly remembered that he was dead, dead in the ward full of the smell of disinfectant water.

Standing up, Makino wanted to know where he was, but when he saw the strangers in strange clothes around him, he felt more frightened in addition to being dazed.

Of course, Makino was not the only one who was frightened, but also the villagers who witnessed the deception. I don't know who among them couldn't help but scream, causing everyone to disperse in a hurry.

Looking at the villagers who fled in the wilderness, as well as the surrounding incense and candle tombstones, Makino was confused at the moment. But just then, a familiar voice pulled him back to his senses.

"Ming'er, is that you?"

Seeing his grandson's overwhelmed appearance, Liwang asked cautiously, as if he was afraid of scaring away something.

"Grandpa?"

The face of the person in front of him was so familiar, Makino couldn't help but shout. At this moment, he wondered in his heart, why did his grandfather appear here when he had already passed away?

Listening to the word grandfather, he didn't want to think much about it, stepped forward and hugged his grandson, and kept muttering the other party's nickname.

"Let's go, Ming'er, grandpa will take you home. ”

Life was full of ups and downs, and Liwang had long forgotten to think, so he carried his grandson out of the coffin and galloped towards Qingxi Village in a carriage.

"How can this be?" After the two of them left, Lin Xing was the only one left in the cemetery, and he looked at the carriage as it drifted away, his brows furrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

......

Sitting in the carriage and looking out the window, Makino's almost shut down brain gradually recovered. But no matter what he thought, he still couldn't figure out what was going on in him. It wasn't until the plaque engraved with the three big characters of Qingxi Village appeared in his field of vision that he suddenly thought of something.

"Grandpa, is this the Divine Creation Continent?" opened the curtain, and Makino asked.

After being slightly stunned, Li Wang nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Listening to his grandfather's answer, Makino was surprised in his heart, could this be the world of the novel he wrote before his death?

After being hospitalized, Makino always likes to write something in his spare time. And this Divine Creation Continent, Qingxi Village, and the grandfather who is still alive are the story settings he wrote in the ward after he was terminally ill.

There were thousands of thoughts in his heart, but a pain suddenly exploded in Makino's mind, and then pictures kept appearing in his mind.

The misfortune of ten years ago, the ostracism of his childhood, and the murderer who killed him, everything in the past in the world of the novel has now drilled into Makino's head.

Fast!

Stop it!

For a while, a huge amount of information poured into his brain, and Makino felt that his head was about to crack. He held his head and gasped for breath, and his face was extremely ugly for a while.

Fortunately, the painful pain quickly subsided, and Makino began to gradually ease. Wiping the cold sweat on his head, his head was a mess at the moment.

However, a wave of unsettled waves rose again, and before Makino could fully recover his senses, two golden clusters of light suddenly appeared above his head. Instantly, two things fell out of the ball of light and smashed into his head.

"What is this?"

After being stunned for a while, Makino brought those two things to his eyes. When he took a closer look, he found that the thing that fell was actually two books?

Looking at the words on the covers of the two books, Makino muttered in a low voice, "Outline?