Ermo Villa

At midnight, the earth returned to tranquility, and even the bright moon in the vast starry sky hid in the clouds, and there was a dilapidated log cabin not far from Mojiazhuang!

Suddenly, a high voice came from the cabin, which suddenly cut through the quiet space and startled some birds and animals in the forest. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Help..."

A thin figure, let out a scream of exhaustion, and with a random stretch of his hands, he sat up violently, and the sweat on his pale face was like running water, beads of sweat the size of beans, dripping wet on the coarse cloth quilt covered with patches on his body!

Whew... Ahem...

After a sharp gasp like dragging bellows, it was accompanied by a burst of violent coughing sounds like breaking gongs!

"Oh, mom, what's going on?" Mo Zifan looked at everything unfamiliar around him, and finally froze on his body, and then pinched it a few times, the coarse cloth robe, the lower limbs were insensible, the body was weak, and the back hurt greatly, he did not return to modern society, and there was a thick bandage on his back, and there was a sharp pain when he moved.

Before he could accept this sad reality, he was interrupted by a bird language.

An old voice came from outside the house, and I saw a hunchbacked old man, holding an oil lamp in one hand and opening the old door curtain with the other, leaning on his skinny body, coughing lightly while moving his steps, and slowly came to Mo Zifan's bed.

"Grandpa, what kind of place is this?How far is it from Chang'an?Ahem..."Finally seeing people, Mo Zifan habitually had a series of questions, and as soon as he finished speaking, he let out a violent cough, as if he had tuberculosis.

The old man was stunned for a moment, his face was full of doubts, and he said a bird language, and then slowly put down the oil lamp in his hand, and stroked Mo Zifan's forehead with his skinny hand, and Mo Zifan habitually tilted his head.

"Which bird language am I talking about?" Mo Zifan sadly found that the old man could not understand a word of what he said, and the other party could not understand his own words, so he decided to use the six Chinese dialects to test it.

Hello!

- The old man didn't react, his face was stunned

Oh ha-yo!

-- The old man still didn't react, and his face changed drastically

Obasan--brush my drop-card--Ya Butterfly--thick and good

The old man's face was shocked, and then his mouth opened wide, his face turned into sadness, and the old tears were rampant.

"Oh, buy it, Fack. Mo Zifan couldn't help but burst out a few American foul words, and stroked his forehead with his hand, did he come to an alien planet? Looking at the old man's sad face, as if he was looking at a neuropath, his head was hot, and he fainted again.

In his sleep, many pictures emerged in Mo Zifan's mind, Mo Zifan was like turning a book, and he read them one by one, the owner of this body was simply a tragedy, and then recalled everything in modern society, how could he not be a tragedy, he was also an orphan, and suddenly there was a trace of resonance in his heart, and then a lot of information continued to emerge, and he suddenly had a feeling of swelling of his head.

The owner of this body is also named Mo Zifan, born with a disability and lung disease, he was picked up and raised by the old man in front of him, he is called the old man Grandpa Mo.

He didn't know who his parents were, and he was frail and sickly since he was a child, coughing often, and because of muscle atrophy in his lower limbs, he couldn't do anything other than eat, drink, and Lazar, and even walked like a normal person.

Basically useless cripple, eight or nine years since he can remember, the bed is everything to him, and he has not had a complete childhood.

For this reason, the owner of this body has been blaming himself, and yesterday he ate poison and entered the valley to kill himself, so that Mo Zifan was able to be reborn into his body.

At this time, he found out that this was not the Tang Dynasty at all, but a place that he had never heard of, Mo Zifan wondered if he had gone to another planet, and immediately cursed the operator of the official account for a while, and made himself miserable.

This place is called Ermo Mountain Villa, surrounded by high mountains, full of countless dangers, and people are injured and even killed every day, because the outside of the mountain villa is full of birds of prey and giant beasts.

In order to fight against the birds of prey and giant beasts, everyone here cultivates martial arts, and the people who open the power of the body's bloodline are called blood soul warriors, who respect martial arts and establish the world with martial arts, fight with the sky and the earth, fight with people, and fight with birds of prey.

The territory and resources under the command of Ermo Mountain Villa need to be obtained by force, advocating the law of the jungle of survival of the fittest.

In order to survive, the villagers have been fighting against powerful monsters all their lives, and every once in a while, the beasts will come to invade as if they were harvesting leeks, yes, these beasts use the bitter villagers as food.

But the monsters never dared to invade the villa, because there were two soul figures in the village, namely the village chief and the high priest, the village chief was a powerful blood soul warrior, and the high priest was a master of the art of blood sacrifice.

At the same time, the village enshrines a three-headed and six-armed deity, who looks like a fierce god, and as long as the villagers sacrifice this god with blood from time to time, they will protect the safety of the village.

The previous owner of the body, because he was a third-degree cripple since he was a child, looked like a bean sprout, and compared to his calf-like companions in the village, he was simply a waste.

As for the family members, it is a bit complicated and completely reorganized family.

After him, the lonely old man Grandpa Mo picked up two orphans from outside, namely the second brother Mo Zilong and the third sister Mo Zifeng.

Zifan is twelve years old this year, Zilong is ten years old and Zifeng is eight years old, because Mo Zifan is congenitally disabled, congenital leg muscle atrophy, and lung disease, and Grandpa Mo is already old and dying, and he also suffers from lung disease, so he can't do heavy physical labor, such as ten-year-old Zilong is already the pillar of the family.

Although the four of them have no blood relationship, they are a family that loves each other, not relatives but better than relatives!

"Alas, this family is also a poor nunnery, and it is really uncomfortable to have so many family members out of thin air. ”

But thinking of the pig's feet in the novel, the one who didn't have a golden finger and a peerless treasure in his heart, randomly lamented, "Why did you become a third-level cripple for Mao Laozi?" ”

The ruthlessness of reality makes him feel like he has no love in life, and he is sad from the heart.

"The Jade Emperor is like the Buddha, the gods of the heavens come and save me, I want to go home, my island country classic 2G memory, what is the situation with this mother?" cursed in his heart, and scolded the ancestors of the official account operator for eighteen generations incoherently.

It may be that the memory fusion was successful, or it may be that Mo Zifan's spirit was too fluctuating and he woke up.

Looking around, it was dark all around, only a faint ignition was swaying, there was a shadow next to the bed, Mo Zifan blinked his eyes, and found that it was Grandpa Mo, and suddenly felt a little moved in his heart, the old man had been guarding the bedside.

"Mo-Ye-Ye-Ye?" Mo Zifan greeted tentatively in the broken local language, and found that he could speak here, but he felt very embarrassed.

"Ahem, Fan'er is me, what's wrong with you just now, why are you talking nonsense?" The old man saw that Mo Zifan had woken up, and immediately cried with joy, and touched Mo Zifan's head with both hands.

Mo Zifan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but then there was a fluctuation in the depths of his soul, and the ghost made the god stop his movements.

"Did you bring me back?" Mo Zifan felt a little uncomfortable with the scene, left the old man's embrace, and asked deliberately.

"You can't run around anymore, if it weren't for Amo's chances of being nearby, you'd almost be eaten by the dragonflies. Grandpa Mo said solemnly, with more fear in his eyes.

"Ahem... Go back and rest, I'm sleepy. The old man snorted and cried, which made Mo Zifan feel a little hairy, and a little guilty, after all, the original owner of this body was estimated to have already braided his hair, and was suddenly hugged and cried by a strange old man, who could stand it, he was not interested in chatting with the old man at all, but he was depressed to death.

Grandpa Mo looked at the strangeness and resistance in Mo Zifan's eyes, pondered for a moment, slowly shook his head, took the oil lamp, leaned over, turned around and walked out of the room slowly.

In the night, only the old man sighed helplessly!

Everything around is dark and silent again!

Immediately, Mo Zifan had to face a sad reality: he really crossed over and couldn't go home.

After thinking wildly, I unconsciously fell asleep again.

The next morning!

"Brother lazy, eat!

"Ahem... Fan'er is here!"

Grandpa Mo put the washing water in front of Mo Yifan's bed, followed by a porcelain doll with pigtails, with an innocent face, holding the washing water in his hand, dressed in a floral cloth dress, his face was flushed, with a pair of big black eyes, like two black gems, playfully grimacing at Mo Yifan, Mo Zifan guessed that this must be the unlucky sister Mo Zifeng.

"Ahem... You're amazing!" Mo Zifan coughed and struggled to support himself, a little unnatural.

It felt very weird, but when I thought of the life experience of this lovely girl carved in pink and jade, and this tragic reorganized family, I sighed randomly, forced a smile and washed up, and then finished eating.

The little girl said that she needed to take a walk after dinner to help her body, and forced Mo Zifan to go out for a walk, Mo Zifan couldn't resist Mo Zifeng, the little girl, and decided to go to the center of the villa, Grandpa Mo glanced at it with a little meaning, and then nodded.

Suddenly I remembered what the villagers called the owner of this body: 'Little tuberculosis ghost!'

"Daddy, what kind of sin did Lao Tzu do in his last life!"

Some memories popped up in my mind randomly, because the villagers said that Grandpa Mo was a tuberculosis ghost who coughed constantly all year round, and later after picking up Mo Zifan, Mo Zifan also became a waste who coughed all day long, and he couldn't even take care of himself completely.

Therefore, the villagers unanimously believed that Mo Zifan's illness must have been infected by Grandpa Mo, and for their own health and safety, the villagers unanimously asked Grandpa Mo to move to the outskirts of the village.

And the whole periphery of the village is a danger zone, generally the stronger the person, the more peripheral they live, for example, the village chief lives in the outermost, over the years, this reorganized family has been able to survive safely, it is already a miracle.

Except, of course, the High Priest, who was not a Blood Soul Warrior, but the most noble person in the village, and he and the altar were in the center of the villa.

Mo Zifan sighed, if anyone knew that you had AIDS and tuberculosis in your previous life, the people around you would also be afraid to avoid it!

Mo Zifan only really saw the world at this time, behind him was a wall about six meters high, all made of boulders, most of the surrounding wooden houses, herringbone roofs covered with unknown tree bark, and the houses generally appeared tall.

And the more you go to the core area of Ermo Villa (Mo Zifan still feels that this villager is a bit two, and I don't know who took it, Khan), the house is presented as a stone house, and a primitive and ancient atmosphere is coming, and the ground is covered with gray stones.

Wooden houses and stone houses are like the difference between a modern villa and a commoner house.

As soon as he approached the black heart of the villa, it caused a turmoil, and a child in the village, as soon as he saw the three of them, ran like a plague god, and ran wildly, shouting as he ran.

"The old and the little leprosy are here!

Mo Zifan frowned, and he had the urge to kill.

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