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Located in the basin, Red Maple City is a typical mountain town, surrounded by reckless mountains, which are scattered with different heights and scenery. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only one mountain peak, about five miles outside the West Gate, was rather strange and out of step with the surrounding mountains.

It is strange because there is no vegetation on this peak, and it is a stone mountain that is bare from a distance, but not only is there no birds or beasts on the mountain, but not even the most common ants are missing.

There were brave and curious people who went to find out, but there was nothing to do with the day, but several groups of people who had gone up the mountain at night never returned.

Suspected that it was the mountain spirits and ghosts, the residents of Red Maple City had jointly asked for help thousands of miles away, several immortal cultivation sects located in the deep mountains and valleys, and those immortal cultivation sects had also sent their disciples to explore this mountain day and night, but in the end they found nothing.

Not only could they not find any clues, but they didn't even find the bones of the missing people, so they had to warn the residents of Red Maple City not to go up the mountain if they had anything to do.

After this incident, this mountain has become a mysterious and strange ominous mountain in the eyes of the residents of Red Maple City, and no one dares to go up again, even if they want to go to the deep mountains to the west to collect medicine and hunt, they are all respectful, and they would rather take more mountain roads than avoid it from afar.

However, today, in the evening when the sun was setting and the twilight was approaching, a blue-shirted young man with a thin body and a bloodless face climbed to the top of the mountain with great difficulty.

At the moment of climbing to the top of the mountain, Wang Dong was simply a dying man who was struggling to breathe.

He was trembling and curled up on the hard rocks, his consciousness was blurred, it was difficult to catch his breath, the sweat he could have had already flowed all the way to climb and stop, and the original new blue cloth robe in front of him and on his arms was worn out in the crawling, and the rags hung on his body like strips.

On the unkempt face, in addition to a few bruises knocked out by the mountain stones, there were also a few long blood marks that were scratched, and the ten fingers drenched in blood trembled uncontrollably, and most of the nails had been broken by the mountain rocks in the crawling, revealing bloody and blurred fingertips.

The wind on the top of the mountain was very strong and cold, Wang Dong's breath was faintly shivering, and in a trance, he seemed to see his father with gray temples suddenly appear in front of him, calling his nickname with a distressed face, stretching out his arms to hug him,

"Dad," Wang moved his nose and called out with a sour heart, like a wronged child finally looking forward to his own day, he desperately raised his bloody hands to meet his father, but the trembling palms just lifted and fell weakly on the cold and hard rocks.

The sharp pain of the ten fingers connected to the heart suddenly came, which made the trance-like Wang Dong sober up for a while, he looked blankly in front of the empty face, lost his mind, and sighed faintly after a long time, "Wang Dong, Wang Dong, since the will to die has been decided, why do you want to drag your father down again." ”

After thinking about it, Wang Dong gritted his teeth and swallowed the reluctance, while his mind was still clear, he gathered up the little strength he had just recovered, and climbed to the other side of the mountain with difficulty little by little.

On the other side of the mountaintop, there is a cliff like a knife and an axe, and under the mist-shrouded cliff is a bottomless abyss.

Wang Dong climbed to the edge of the cliff with all his might, looked down at the bottomless abyss, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, he always thought that death was easy, but it was as simple as closing his eyes, but when he faced death, he knew how difficult it was to have the courage to die.

He reached out and took a small cloth bag tied with red rope from his neck, and released the bag and felt a broad bean-sized, emerald green bead from inside.

This bead was picked up by Wang Dong's father in the ore pile when he was three years old, and he gave it to Wang Dong when he saw that it was small and cute.

But this bead is very hard, and no matter how hard he can, he can't leave a trace on it, let alone drill and thread it, so Wang Dong's father sewed a small cloth bag for it, tied a red rope to make a necklace.

For more than ten years, Wang Dong has always hung it around his neck and never left his body, and it is this bead, like his father, who has silently accompanied him for so many years.

Holding this bead tightly, when Wang Dong looked at the abyss where the fog was rolling below, he did not have the timidity of Fang Cai, as if this small bead could bring him infinite courage, as if his father was by his side, accompanying him to face the fear of death.

The cold mountain wind was even greater, it blew mercilessly on Wang Dong's face, blowing his hair flying, he looked up at the sunset that was about to disappear under the mountain, and deeply promised the regret of this life,

"If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be talented, I just want to have a normal human body. ”

"If there is an afterlife, I don't want to be born in a rich family, I just want to be able to meet my father again. ”

"If there is an afterlife, if I can really have a normal human body, and I am fortunate enough to meet my father, even if it is a sword mountain and a sea of blood, my king will definitely be a leader in the immortal road and become famous in the world. ”

"It's just, is there really an afterlife?" Wang Dong smiled sadly, suddenly gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, "Farewell, my dear father......"

He clenched the beads in his hand violently, kicked his legs hard, and the whole person threw himself out of the cliff, and at the moment when he jumped out of the cliff, he roared with all his might: "I'm so unwilling......"

The lingering sound did not come far in the reckless mountains, nor did it stir up many waves, and soon dissipated into the wind.

It was just that on the edge of the cliff, next to the bloody handprint that was dripping red, there were a few lines of undried tears......

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The unwilling roar had not yet dissipated in the wind, but at this time, Wang Dong could no longer care about anything else, his head and feet hung in the air, and he fell straight to the cliff where the clouds and mist were rolling.

The speed of the fall became faster and faster, and in an instant, Wang Dong had fallen more than ten zhang.

The strong air flow came from his face, and Wang Dong only felt that his face was about to be torn, and it hurt hotly;

The pervasive wind poured into his throat one by one along his nose and between his clenched teeth, making him breathe hard, almost suffocating;

He tried his best to open his eyes, but even if he opened a line, his vision would be blurred and tears would flow;

In the process of the whirling of the earth, the sound of the wind whirring in the ears became a loud sound, and in the chest that was holding its breath as if it was about to explode, a heart that was pounding wildly became more and more anxious.

In this weightless and rapid fall, Wang Dong only felt that his soul seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, and was being withdrawn from his body little by little.

Suddenly, a strong feeling of dizziness hit the rock, and Wang Dong fainted instantly, but even if he lost consciousness, he still clutched the bead tightly in his bloodstained right fist.

The body that fell more and more urgently, rushed out of the mist like a meteor, and smashed the arrow to the bottom of the craggy cliff, waiting for the king to move, only the powder body was broken and the flesh was broken, and it was smashed into flesh.

But at this moment, below the sharply falling Wang Dong, about twenty zhang high from the bottom of the cliff, on a bare cliff wall like a knife and axe, suddenly a ripple like a water wave, and then a little green bud suddenly drilled out of the middle of the ripple, like a young shoot breaking through the ground in spring.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the surface of this young bud flashed with a burst of green light, and in the blink of an eye, it grew into a vigorous ancient pine with a layer of light green light on the surface and born on the side of the cliff.

The strange ancient pine that was formed did not stop for a moment, and at the moment when Wang Dong was close to falling, and the moment it staggered, the bent and knotted trunk was violently straightened, and the dense branches between the canopy poked out, like a big green hand that stretched out countless fingers, and wrapped the unconscious Wang Dong, and then the people and the tree suddenly fell into the ripples like water waves.

And this ripple of water waves is the same as when it appeared, it came and went quickly, and disappeared out of thin air.

Looking at the cliff in the twilight, there was no sign of the bare mountain, and nothing seemed to have happened.