"After that, I kept hiding, watching them kill each other. www.biquge.info"The old man said," said the old man, "It's ridiculous that they haven't even found anything in the ancestral hall." ”

"They poisoned each other, and they were harmonious on the surface, but in fact, they all wished that each other would die, especially after killing someone, this kind of killing of each other could no longer be resisted."

"Just one day, when night fell, all I had to face was a seriously injured Wu Jiang."

The old man's fists were clenched, and every muscle in his body was trembling, not knowing whether he was afraid or excited.

"Blood, flowing from his neck, he looked at me as if he were looking at the devil, I knew that from that moment on I was no longer a carefree teenager in this village, I had fallen into a demon, a ghost, but I did not regret it."

Qingming was silent, maybe the old man was really a devil, but he was forced to become a devil, originally he would have another life in this village, living an ordinary life, but no, his life was destroyed by that group of people.

"No, according to the time recorded in the diary, the story should have happened ten years ago, so how could that teenager grow like this? Who are you? Qingming asked.

"Of course, the story doesn't end here, but it just begins." The old man seemed to have no one to talk to him for a long time, and this time he spoke very slowly, very heavily, with inexplicable emotions.

"The sacred relics in the village are things that have been passed down for an unknown number of years, and they have been enshrined in the ancestral hall, and the treasures that those people think are actually not the sacred relics of our clan, but the small stones picked up by the children in the village."

"Pebble?" Qingming was a little puzzled.

"Yes, it's those inconspicuous little stones, those are all falling from a stone, and that stone is the stone for building the ancestral hall."

"Later I learned that it was an extremely rare type of jade, which was not found because it had no luster on the surface. It is said that a small piece of that stone can buy a building. ”

"What about the real treasures? What is it? Qingming asked.

"The real treasure is in my hands." The old man said.

"The flute?" Qingming asked.

"Yes, that's the real treasure." The old man sighed, "It's also the beginning of it all." ”

"This is a magic flute, I heard the old people in the clan say that only people who are destined can blow it, and I blew it, but I am not a person who is destined to play."

"Because I opened the box that had been sealed for a thousand years, the box that contained the Spectrum of Time. The old people warned the younger generations more than once that they should not open the book, but the village is gone, so what am I afraid of? ”

"That was the first time I played this flute, and when it sounded, the sun and the moon appeared in the sky at the same time, and then disappeared, leaving only endless darkness.

I wanted to stop, but I couldn't, my hair was slowly turning gray, I was aging, I knew it was a curse, a curse with life, a curse that would not live or die. ”

From that day on, the dead in the village would be resurrected at night, and the memories of the dozen or so strangers would forever stay before the slaughter of the village.

So, in the past ten years, the people in the village have been taking revenge, killing them non-stop by various means, and then resurrecting them.

"Revenge, revenge for ten years, do you still hate?" The old man muttered to himself.

"Tired?" Qingming asked.

"Tired." The old man looked up at the sky, "So I want to end it." ”

"How does it end?" Qingming asked, if the curse of life from death was ended, maybe they would be able to get out of the village.

"It's up to you to finish." The old man looked at Qingming.

"Me?" Qingming was a little confused.

"You'll be the only one who can walk into this village for ten years." The old man said.

"But I can't get out." Qingming shook his head.

"I let you watch these days and experience these killings, just to tell you that I am tired, they are also tired, hatred, it can only be eliminated after revenge, and now our revenge is taken, and now we just want to die."

"But I still don't get it." Qingming shook his head.

"When you step into here, the flute starts to tremble involuntarily, and even blows on its own." The old man said, "At that time, I know, it chose you. ”

Qingming took the flute, this flute looks like jade but not jade, it feels a little metallic, it is emerald green all over, but when Qingming holds it, it turns red.

The red color grew stronger and stronger, at first it was just bloodshot, and then it spread all over the body, and it became red and heated at the same time.

Qingming looked up and saw that the old man was laughing, he was laughing very strangely, like a beast, with a crazy and hysterical laugh.

"Everyone thinks they will be the protagonists of this world, but in fact, they are just the most ordinary kind of people, they think they are born with halos, do you also think that you will be the protagonists?"

The old man was laughing, laughing maniacally.