When the blood stains the sand, the gods fight.

When the curse spreads, the earth is reduced to darkness.

When the gods die, the immortals fall.

When this land can only be abandoned.

When this decade and a hundred years,

There is no miracle of life to be seen.

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It was a city that exuded decay and was full of living people, not chased by the wind, but full of whispers from afar. The walls were mottled, and in some places the walls that were enclosed in them were exposed.

The gates of every house in the city were closed, and there was no crow chirping on the dead old trees, and there was no trace of fallen leaves on the ground.

The water of the small river in the city had dried up, and no one seemed to know whether it had ever had a clear source of water, leaving only the black silt at the bottom of the river, and the dead branches of the branches that fell at the bottom of the river looked like a pair of dry hands, and even the small boat that remained at the bottom of the river was crooked, as if it could knock down his rotten hull at the touch of it.

The city was dark, there was no sunlight, and in this black sky, there were a few green lights floating scattered like fireflies in the night.

But it is in such a place that no one knows about the desolate ghost realm, but you can hear a song of unknown meaning.

The sound of humming came from the center of the city.

Wan Kongming was bouncing down the street alone, carrying two pieces of meat in one hand. The little face has a child's unique smile, if you let any ordinary person come over in this environment, I am afraid that I will not be driven crazy on the spot, how can I still be in the mood to laugh, and I knelt down directly and begged my grandfather to tell my grandmother.

But Wan Kongming didn't know, or didn't feel it. He was very happy now, humming an unknown song in his mouth, because it was his eleventh birthday, and for this he gave an extra piece when he went to Butcher Zhang's house to fetch meat. It's just that the little Wan Kongming suddenly stopped, he tilted his head as if he thought again, as if he had never seen the existence of other people in the Wang Butcher's family, and it seemed that although the Wang Butcher gave Wan Kongming a very warm feeling, Wan Kongming always couldn't get up and say anything.

But when Wan Kongming thought about these questions, his brain suddenly went blank, and then the whole person's eyes began to gradually become confused. In the end, when he returned to his senses, Wan Kongming had forgotten what he was thinking just now, and he continued to walk up and down.

And behind Wan Kongming's small body, there are always a few small blue lights, these small points of light are like ghost fires in the night, but they dispel the darkness for the little Wan Kongming.

Squeak~ The old door was opened by a small figure and made a heavy shout, like an overwhelmed old man's complaint.

The gate of the yard has long been unrecognizable in its original color, and even the courtyard is old, but what makes people strange is that although the yard is full of shabby atmosphere, it is not dirty.

It's as if someone is trying to make it look like home.

Wan Kongming outside the door smiled and waved to an old woman, and then entered the courtyard with a smile, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard a woman's slightly reproachful words of concern.

"Oh, my silly brother, where did you go to play in the mud again?"

In the courtyard, a very good-looking woman appeared at some point, she was putting her hands on her hips, pretending to be angry and looking at Wan Kongming. There was a heroic spirit between the woman's eyebrows, and her face seemed to not eat the fireworks of the world. She was wearing a red suit, her hair was tied up casually to the back of her head, and her big eyes were looking at Wan Kongming with a smile.

If you could see with your own eyes, there would be only two thoughts in this woman's mind; Such a beautiful woman, such a sassy woman.

"Sister!" Wan Kongming shouted happily. The woman in front of her is the one who raised Wan Kongming from childhood to adulthood, and she is also the closest person to Wan Kongming.

Wan Kong Ming snorted and threw himself into his sister's arms, since Wan Kong Ming remembered, there were only two people in this small courtyard.

Wan Kongming handed the meat to his sister and ran to have fun himself.

At this time, Wan Kongming's sister stood there with two pieces of black meat, lovingly looking at Wan Kongming, who was playing football in the courtyard, but there was still a trace of sorrow and distress in her eyes.

Then she turned and pulled out a small malnourished potato and radish from her yard and turned into the kitchen. Soon there was the sound of cooking in the kitchen, but there was no fire or smoke.

But Wan Kongming didn't seem to see it, or it was not strange. He just ran around kicking what was under his feet, and soon his sister's voice came from the dark kitchen.

"Kong Ming, you should go to the square."

Every day, before dinner, Kong Ming had to go to the square to see an old man before he could go home for dinner.

"Oh~ I know, sister." Wan Kongming stopped playing a little unsatisfied, so he picked up the skull that had been kicked for a long time and put it back in its place, and patted the dirt on his body.

Yes, Wan Kongming's childhood is different from ordinary people's childhood, and naturally his toys are much more hardcore than ordinary children.

He didn't have any toys since he was a child, and one day he didn't know where to build a skull, so he often kicked it and played with it, and it is said that the skull cover was kicked off several times. But Wan Kongming will be picking up another one soon, of course, the one he picked up now is quite good, and the skull has not been broken for a long time, and of course it has not flown out.

But to be honest, Wan Kongming always felt that grandpa was weird, so he pulled him to look around when he had nothing to do, as if he was looking at something, Wan Kongming always felt that the old man was not a perverted trafficker who abducted and sold children.

Wait a minute, he who was secretly wandering in his heart suddenly hesitated.

Perverted? Traffickers? He seemed to have said strange words that he could understand, but he couldn't remember anyone teaching him that.

Wan Kongming stood at the door of the house and thought to himself, his small brow furrowed. Just as he seemed to remember, his mind suddenly went blank, as if it had been forcibly interrupted.

When Wan Kongming came back to his senses again, he had forgotten what he was thinking about just now, so he blinked and continued to run happily to find the old man in the square, and greeted various uncles and aunts on the way.

When Wan Kongming went out, a few green ghost fires flashed out of those corners, and followed Wan Kongming closely.

Wan Kongming walked through this street, and the houses and windows on the street were in tatters. There is also no breath of life in the streets. Occasionally, there would be one or two white air currents, but when the blue light behind Wan Kongming shone on it, it fled in all directions like the winter snow meeting the light.

But Wan Kongming couldn't see it, and he ignored everything and ran towards the square.

Soon Wan Kongming came to the edge of the square, and he trotted all the way over.

It is a circular plaza paved with bluestone bricks. In the center of the square there was a broken stone statue, sitting on a stone statue, the left shoulder and head of the stone statue had been broken, and the surrounding area was littered with rubble.

If you look at the remnants of the stone statue, from the clothing and style, one is a stone statue of a Taoist.

Wan Kongming came to the center of the square, and at this time, the small cyan flame that had been following Wan Kongming on the road just now directly sank into several oil lamps at the edge of the square.

The ancient oil lamp suddenly crackled and burned, and only then did the lamp emit a faint turquoise light that illuminated the area.

When Wan Kongming came to the stone statue, there was already an old man sitting here.

The old man was emaciated and wore a wide, whitish robe, and had neither a dust whisk nor a peachwood sword in his hand.

As for the old man's white hair, he just used a wooden skewer to tie it on his head, as long as the hair didn't run around.

The old man sat under the stone statue and greeted Wan Kongming with a smile.

"Xiao Kongming, come on, come to grandpa."

When Wan Kongming walked in front of him, the old man smiled and took Wan Kongming's little hand, pinching the bones for a while, and looking at the teeth and mouth for a while. It seems that he wants to see Wan Kongming's physical condition.

After looking at it for a while, he smiled and patted Wan Kongming's shoulder.

"Tell Grandpa if there's anything funny going on?"

"Yes!" After all, it is still the heart of a child, and he suddenly opened the conversation clip.

The old man listened with a smile to Wan Kongming's toy that couldn't be kicked off, the tree that could move by itself, and Uncle Wang Butcher gave him two pieces of meat today, and he had been politely greeting everyone in the past few days.

The old man smiled, and looked at the little Wan Kongming with some guilt as he listened.

Later, the old man patted Wan Kongming's little hand.

"Okay, Kongming, it's time for you to go home for dinner."

Wan Kongming looked at the old man. "But Grandpa, you haven't nodded my head today."

The old man frowned, as if he had remembered something and made up his mind. So he stroked Wan Kongming's head, and said with a trembling brow.

"I won't order it today, and I won't order it in the future, so let's go home early."

It turned out that every day when Wan Kongming came, before leaving, the old man would nod his head before leaving.

Although he didn't order it today, Wan Kongming didn't think too much, he politely said goodbye to the old man and got up to leave.

When Wankong was about to walk out of the square, the old man's voice came.

"Happy birthday, Xiao Kongming."

Wan Kongming stopped and glanced back. The lights on the square turned into small flames again in the air, and the old man under the stone statue had disappeared, leaving only the lonely stone statue.

The darkness covered the square again, and Wan Kongming just looked back and didn't see the old man, so he stood for a while and turned around to continue walking.

At this time, a cyan streamer wrapped a small stone tablet and flew towards Wan Kongming, and the streamer brought the stone tablet back to Wan Kongming's neck.

When Wan Kongming came home, his sister immediately noticed the stone plaque, but Wan Kongming himself didn't seem to have noticed it, or didn't notice it.

She looked a little complicated, put a pair of dishes and chopsticks on the table, and beckoned Wan Kongming to eat. She sat there and watched Wan Kongming eat, with indulgence in her eyes.

But when she saw the stone plaque in Wan Kongming's neck again, she sighed again, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, although it was night, under the care of his sister, Wan Kongming had already developed a biological clock.

It's time to go to bed When his sister closed Wan Kongming's door, Wan Kongming frowned again in his sleep.

He always felt like he had forgotten something, and he had to remember something.

Vaguely, Wan Kongming felt that something seemed to be wrong with the city he lived in.