"The Criminals Yinghuo...... Tampering with doctrine...... Abolish the cultivation and expel the mountain gate ......"

"Occupy the treasures of the ancestors, and deserve to be executed!"

"I don't, I don't ......"

"...... deserve to be put to death"

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"Huo'er, I can't stop it for the teacher, run ...... quickly"

"Run......

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The boundless darkness was as if the world had fallen into a terrible silence, and in the dark space, countless voices composed of fragments, constantly circling, like thunder, exploded in this extremely dark environment.

"Ah......" In the dim room, on a dilapidated wooden bed, a young man suddenly straightened up, as if he had drowned, panting hard, large beads of sweat on his forehead kept sliding down, and his eyes were full of horror.

"You're awake. An old and withered voice came from the dark corner, and at the same time a firelight lit up, and an old man with his body struck a match and carefully lit the candle.

The match was extinguished, fell feebly to the ground, and the last wisps of green smoke rose and scattered.

The young man looked up at the slightly blurred outline, "Where is this?" His snort was filled with the rotten smell of the room, and the cotton wool covering his body seemed to have not been sunburned in years, and was filled with a strong rancid smell.

He looked at the old man with a confused expression.

"This is Luo Yuncheng. The old man, with his back to the young man, took out a long pipe, and struck it the table, and the fire shook with it. The old man lit the tobacco, then closed his eyes and took a puff of it with enjoyment, "I scooped you up from the river, and I didn't even have a copper plate on my body, so poor that I didn't even have the face to look for it anymore as an old beggar......"

The old man carried the light of the fire on his back, so that the young man could not see his face clearly, and only saw the rings of smoke rising in a regular manner, and in a short time a thin layer of smoke filled the room.

Xu is not used to such a strong smell of smoke. The young man took a puff and began to cough violently.

"You've been asleep for three days, eat something, or your body won't be able to bear it. The old man took two puffs of his cigarette and seemed to think of something. He got up slowly, picked up a porcelain bowl with a notched edge from the table, walked up to the young man and handed it over, "This is the old beggar, I have dinner tonight, you can eat first." ”

The young man stared at the candlelight. Looking at the sparse rice grains in the bowl, there was still a rancid taste, and immediately the stomach was churning, but I still couldn't resist the vomiting, took the porcelain bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

As soon as I drank it, sure enough, there was another upside down in my stomach, and it took a long time before I calmed down.

"I don't have any good stuff here. I can only barely make ends meet......" The old man took the empty porcelain bowl and said lightly, "You can sleep one more night, and you can leave tomorrow." ”

"I ...... Where am I going?" the young man couldn't react, his mind was empty, he couldn't even think of anything, as if his previous years had been erased, if he barely thought about it, it was as if there were thousands of silver needles in his brain that were constantly piercing, almost shattering.

The old man took another puff on his cigarette. "Of course it's your home, is it possible that you want to stay here with the old beggar and mix it up for the rest of your life?"

"My home?" the confusion in the young man's eyes deepened, "I...... Who am I?" he wanted to understand. But the more this happens, the more the head refuses to obey the call, as if a huge force is about to emerge from the heavenly spirit cover above the head, and the pain is unbearable.

"Ah......" The young man's face was hideous, and he looked extremely painful, and finally couldn't help but scream. Suddenly it went dark in front of me, and I fell into endless darkness again.

By the time I woke up again, it was already early the next morning.

It was still a dilapidated cabin, the wooden plank hanging at the door was made into a door, the door panel opened, and a large piece of sunlight poured in, the old man still carried the light, and walked into the house, the old man's voice was like a candle in the wind, almost extinguished, "If you don't know where to go, stay first." The wasteland here is not small, enough for you and me to live. ”

As he spoke, the old man handed over the notched porcelain bowl from last night, in which a few yellow suspended particles floated, reflecting the cloudy color of the light that spilled outside the door.

"Thank you...... Xie ......" The young man nodded a little woodenly, looked at the unknown liquid in the bowl, and still gritted his teeth and poured it.

The old man grinned, revealing his dark yellow front teeth, "With one more of you, this wasteland should be able to be reclaimed more." ”

With that, the old man leaned over and walked out, "By the way, what's your name?" the old man asked, turning his head.

"I ...... I ......" the young man lowered his head and thought hard, but his mind was blank and he couldn't think of it at all, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, "Just call me Yinghuo." These are the two words that come to mind the most.

"Okay, Yinghuo ......" the old man nodded and left, "You can clean up and come out, there are clothes I prepared for you next to the bed." ”

The young man let out an "oh".

"From now on, I'm a winner," the young man thought......

Yinghuo got dressed and went out of the house, and the old beggar was already sitting in the open space beside him, smoking dry tobacco, and the smoke was filled with a big gulp, which was extremely pungent.

"It's quite good, you can follow me today, and you can go out to work by yourself tomorrow. The old beggar looked at Yinghuo, nodded with a smile and said.

Only now did Ying Huo see the old man's appearance clearly, his old and wrinkled face, his dark yellow complexion, as if he had a plague, and three or two black spots the size of a fingernail fell on his face, which looked a little hideous, but because of the relationship between his body and a layer of twilight, it added a touch of desolation.

"Hmm. Yinghuo didn't say much, he hadn't fully come to his senses, everything was strange, he didn't remember what his name was, and he didn't remember what had happened to him. As for what the old beggar said about Luo Yuncheng, he didn't know anything about it, and he could only follow the old beggar now.

The old beggar's clothes were clean, and though the patches were not very pretty, they were much stronger than his own tattered clothes.

The old beggar stood up and walked out first. There, there are mountains of discarded garbage piled up all over the ground, and there is more than one, Yinghuo looked over, there were nearly ten in his sight alone, and these garbage mountains emitted a strange stench, which made Yinghuo constantly frown.

"After a long time, I got used to it. Ying Huo's actions naturally fell into the eyes of the old beggar, and the old beggar took another puff of dry tobacco and said, "Don't underestimate this abandoned land, it contains unimaginable wealth, enough to feed hundreds of people." As long as you and I work hard, we will definitely be warm. ”

"You see, this clay pot, although there is a gap, as long as it is filled with clay, is it not a complete utensil?" The old beggar extinguished the spark in his pipe, hung the pipe around his neck, and reached out for a while in a corner that had been turned open, and brought out a clay pot with a small hole in the bottom. (To be continued.) )