The Underworld, the Wind and the Snow, Volume 4, The Ghost Shadow, Chapter 45, The Memory of the Catastrophe I followed Wukong's footprints for a long time, and finally saw a naturally formed hole in the side wall, and I couldn't see Wukong's footprints, so I had to go inside to see if there was an exit. Pen "fun" pavilion www.biquge.info this section of the cave is basically oblique upward, and finally to vertical upward, fortunately, the diameter is only less than one meter, the foot climber climbed the side wall and climbed twenty or thirty meters, and finally reached the top. The top is even narrower, and there are traces of Wukong's random pick-up, which seems to have no hole in the first place, and was dug by Wukong. I couldn't get out of it, so I pouted with my knife for a while before I finally crawled out. It was early in the morning, and it was just getting dark, so I lay down in the grass and bushes next to the cave entrance and rested for a while, ate some of the leftovers in my bag, and rested for a while. Wait for the sun to come out and go to bed for a while. I just let the time pass so casually that it was already noon when I noticed.

I sat up, checked my things, and prepared to leave. But then I heard a sound from the hole I had climbed out of, the sound of someone climbing up! What had happened? The people in the tomb had escaped? How had they escaped from the ghost? How did they get in? Could it be that there were other caves besides the place where I had come out? Why didn't they go back the way they came, but came out of the hole where I had come out? I had to wait for him to come out and ask him well.

After more than ten minutes, a person appeared in the mouth of the cave. Crawling out of the hole, he made it to the side, his legs still in the hole, and he took off his mask and gasped for a while. I said, "Come out, you can really escape, you can have your life to escape, admire!"

The man, who was supposed to be the leader of the group, was visibly startled, and turned to the right to face me, reaching into his arms and feeling the weapon. After hesitating for a moment, he put it down again, and said very dejectedly: "Okay, since I was discovered by you, even if I completely failed, you are still powerful." Although I was unwilling, I did not complain. Kill me!"

Me: "It's not easy for you to get out of the tomb, why should I kill you?"

Leader: "I won't say anything you ask, I heard you're very good, I want to try it." How about two moves?"

Me: "Do you think it's really necessary?"

The leader jumped up and pulled away from the fight: "Don't be wordy, let's make a move!"

I didn't move, I sat on the ground and didn't get up, "I don't want to kill you or fight you, I just want to ask how you escaped from the ghost wall!"

Leader: "Can a ghost stump us by hitting the wall? Those five ghost babies are too young to be a climate, otherwise you wouldn't be able to wait for me here!" But even so, I was the only one left alive. ”

Me: "Ghost baby? What are the five vats sealed with ghost babies? Why didn't I find out?"

Leader: "Hahaha, it turns out that you are nothing more than this, since I can't escape death today, I won't be afraid to try your catties, come on!"

I still didn't move, "What the hell are you doing here?" and you seem to know me very well, why don't I have an impression of you?"

Leader: "I said, I will never say anything you ask!" With that, a cloud of evil qi rushed towards me, but there were many setbacks in that evil qi, and I knew that he would not kill me, but he was unwilling.

Me: "It's easy to kill me, why don't you pull out your gun?" I was about to ask him something, but he pulled a pistol out of his arms, shot himself in the temple, and fell to the ground dead. I was so surprised, in fact, I already had a premonition that he was going to commit suicide, but I didn't believe it, he couldn't escape the catastrophe, but why did he give up the chance to survive? Is it because of me?

This makes me quite frustrated, what kind of argument does it have for me that someone actually committed suicide because they saw me or was seen by me? Am I a demon? Can I only be freed by dying? To be honest, I have never seen a person die so literally in front of me, and it was suicide. That scene was quite shocking to the psychological bottom line, I sat in place for a long time to get used to it, calmed down the shock, and suddenly remembered that it still had the night pearl in its arms, not because I wanted to see money, but this thing actually allowed them to see my soul, which means that this thing has a certain relationship with me, so let's take it. I went over and took the beads out of his bosom, made sure of them, picked them up, and left the place full of doubts. I finally found a way, and it was close to dark before I got back to the Yellow River, and I had to cross the Yellow River to find my boat. There was no road where the boat was parked, and I hoped that no one would go there to find my things, and I prayed mentally that I would have to figure out how to get through the rolling Yellow River.

After a lot of twists and turns, I finally returned to Xiaolangdi, and in that small village, I returned the boat, drove my off-road vehicle and continued the journey to Tongwancheng, at this time, it was already two days later in the morning.

Tongwancheng, in the southwest of Yulin City, Shaanxi, is a place that looks quite desolate. It has been developed by archaeology, and many places are nailed with signs, but there are few tourists. I wandered in it for a long time, walking through the ancient city as if I had traveled through it, imagining the prosperous scene of the past, touching the city wall that used to be 'able to wield swords' and imagining the spectacular scene when it was built. How many people have died in this construction, and how many have died in the battle for this impregnable city. I gave the admin some extra money and said okay not to break anything, just to stay here for a few more days. So I wandered in that desolate place all day, and when night fell, I lay down and enjoyed the tranquility of the ancient road that had once been a golden iron horse.

In the desolate silence, I sank into the ground and observed the world from a different perspective. Suddenly, I saw a very regular cube not far away, like a real geometric cube, suspended in the air. I swam closer to the cube and took a closer look, only to see that the cube was divided into small compartments, each room was about three meters by five meters wide, twenty rooms long and twenty rooms wide, and twenty rooms high, and there were corridors in the middle of each row on each floor, like a building. All the rooms can be reached along the corridor, each with only one door and no windows. The hallway is open to the space on all sides of the cube, without any doors or door frames or anything that represents a gate. Each one is exactly the same. It's a very regular grid, although it looks dull, but it completely shows the existence of a regular one.

What is it? It looks like a warehouse for storing something, but it has no windows, no ventilation ducts, and no other security facilities, like a virtual existence. Is this a ghost market here? But not a ghost. I've seen a ghost market, where is there such a regular ghost market? If this is a storehouse where something is stored, then at least there should be a ghost guarding it, right? I swam into the corridor in confusion, the doors of those small rooms are on both sides of the corridor, three meters apart, the size of the doors is similar to that of a normal furniture portal, but the style is too simple, it is like a simple drawing on white paper with a pencil and a ruler. There is no decoration at all, and there are no corners or windows with a bit of personality. Every door is exactly the same, and if you live in such a house, you will not be able to find exactly where you live every time you come back, because every door is indistinguishable. But when I looked closely, there were many words on each door, and they were different.

If you look closely, the characters are all very standard imitation Song Dynasty printing, could it be that this thing was built only in recent years? Each one of them is written on a person's life, merits, and death, like an epitaph. Is this a collective burial? It's just that the year of death written on all the doors is the same, 'October of the third year of Zhenxing'!

I was shocked, Zhenxing? Could it be Taixia Zhenxing? Isn't that the same age as my copper coin? I ran a few more corridors, and the year of death on all the doors was the same. I didn't make any choice, just casually pushed open a door and walked in. Inside is a very square three-dimensional space, there are no windows, and it doesn't feel dark. I couldn't tell if it was old, there was not even dust on the floor, there was no furnishings in the room, and I walked three steps to the middle of the hut, when the door behind me closed by itself.

The moment the door closed, my mind suddenly entered a different state. I no longer feel the small house, and in front of me is a verdant field of crops, and not far away is a small village with dozens of families, and I am grazing a field of corn in the field. I didn't move, but it was like I was working. 'I'm wearing very simple clothes, sweat-soaked undershirts, which look a little messy. I didn't know what kind of undershirt it was, or even how it was worn, it was just a piece of coarse cloth. He wears a hat on his head, which is the kind of cone made of reeds, and a circle is woven in the middle of the nest, which is worn on his head to protect him from the sun and rain. 'I' wielded a hoe to remove the weeds from the corn, and was about to finish hoeing this section of the ridge, when a teenage boy shouted from afar outside the field: "Daddy・・・・・・, it's almost noon, my mother said to let you come back to hoe in the afternoon when it's cool, and hurry home for dinner." ”

'I' said, "Oh, well, in one moment, I'll go back when the hoe gets to the ground, you go back first, son!"

Child: "Then I'll come back with my dad later!"

Me: "Okay, you're waiting for your dad there, don't run around!"

After a while, 'I' finally got to the top of the hoe, cleared the hoe with a small shovel, and took the hoe and walked towards the child, who was already asleep in the shade. I didn't wake up the boy, picked him up and walked to the village.

As he was walking, a fire suddenly rose in the village in front of him, not because of which one of them was on fire, but because of the homes of all the villagers. 'I' screamed, and quickly ran to the village with the child in my arms. When I got closer, I saw a group of sergeants in helmets and armor, more than 30 people, who were wantonly killing people and setting fire to the village. The sergeants killed all the men and old men they saw, and all the women, including the little girls, were arrested, tied hand and foot, and thrown into the cart and dragged away, and the remaining sergeants set fire to the houses in the village. Looking at the sergeants, I can't tell which dynasty or generation they belong to, only that they are organized and planned, and it seems that they have done it many times, so they did it cleanly, and in less than a quarter of an hour the village of a dozen families became a sea of fire, and the road was a pool of blood, and only the women and children who were tied up in the carriage were crying out for help and howling. 'I' can't stand up to those heavily armed sergeants, I can only go out to die, and with my son by my side to take care of, I can only hide in the grass outside the village and watch my lovely home fall into ruins in the blazing sun!

'I' ran into the village and wept and choked, and two more villagers came back from the field and wept together. In the end, 'I' decided to go out to the army and find a way to get the women and children back. Entrusting the child to two villagers, he found an axe, took a little dry food and set out on the road.

This is a memory, a person's memory, and it turns out that every room here is a space to store memories, and those who come in can feel this memory. Some memories are clear and some are vague, and the memories of major events are profound and easy to demonstrate clearly, while those that are not important are ignored and diluted or even have no impression. This man later became a sergeant, and he also plundered other people's villages, but he could not save his own wife and daughter, and he did not even have the opportunity to return to his own village to see his son. There are a lot of miscellaneous memories in the future, but they are not so clear, I remember that I participated in several battles, made great achievements, and finally met the emperor. It was when the emperor ascended the throne, and he saw the emperor in a neat procession, and the emperor announced an amnesty for the world and changed the name of the era to Zhenxing. In this memory, I wanted to take a closer look at the emperor's appearance, but unfortunately the sergeant could not get close to the emperor at that time. It wasn't until later, when he was selected to go to a secret training camp for a period of intensive training, and after strict training and assessment, the emperor himself came to inspect and show them, and he saw the emperor's true face up close.