The world in the early morning is always comfortable, five hundred years, in my vague memory, I once lived in a small town for more than ten years.

I arrived this morning, and then I talked to a child until noon.

"Go on," the boy shouted to me, with some displeasure in his voice, as if he didn't realize what it meant to live for five hundred years, "is there any other story?"

"Story, huh...... I didn't live here anymore, so how can I tell you?"

"Oh. The boy turned and walked away.

I hurriedly chased after him: "Alas, don't go! Well, I've told so many stories, can you tell me one too?" ”

The boy turned his head to the side with a proud face, and shouted, "No!" and the girl ran away.

I was about to catch up, but I was stopped by a woman's voice behind me: "You! who?" The voice was a little ethereal, intoxicating to hear, and it had a more familiar feeling. But when I looked back, it was desolate, and there was nothing but a stone tablet.

"Who?" I called, but no one answered. A gentle breeze blew around, sweeping by.

After making sure there was no one, I turned around and walked into town.

As soon as I walked into the town only a hundred meters, someone suddenly shouted: "What person?!", but this time it was no longer a woman, but a rough male voice.

Five meters in front of me, a row of young men blocked my way.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?" a young man at the head of the group came up to me and asked me. He had a stick in his hand and was always ready to move.

I had just been put on a show by a kid outside the town, and now I was being held up by these unreasonable fellows, and I was in a terrible mood, so I ignored him and continued walking into the town.

"Stop!" shouted the young man, "Stop, do you hear me?" the young man shouted and swung his stick at me.

At this time, a voice came from behind the young man: "Be merciful!" The young man stopped when he heard the voice, looked behind him, and said in his mouth: "Yo! Old man Bai, you are finally willing to use honorifics to me, hahahaha." ”

The young man walked away a little bit, and then he saw the man behind him, a young man with white hair, who walked up to me from behind the young man and said, "Get out of here early! ”

What else did the young man want to say, but he was pulled by the person next to him, hesitated for a moment, and then said to the man, "Old man Bai, you wait for me." And greet those behind him: "Let's go!"

The man slowly walked up to me and said, "It's all right, alas, the children of the town are not sensible, please forgive me." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, don't care. "I agreed, and went into the town, but he stood in my way. I asked him, "Is there anything wrong with the old gentleman?"

The man's expression suddenly became serious: "Thank you for your mercy just now, but there is nothing wrong with what they did, there are rules here, I don't know how you walked through the barrier at the entrance of the town, please listen to my advice, let's go." ”

"Where?" I asked him in a playful tone.

"Where to go!" he said in a tougher tone.

"Sir, when I walk out of here, your ancestor will have to call me big brother!

What I said was the truth, but it was too unbelievable, and the tone was wrong, so the meaning of the words was different when it came to his ears.

His eyes widened with rage, and without hesitation, he clenched his right hand into a fist and struck me.

This fist looks quite powerful, but after all, it was made by ordinary people, and I didn't pay much attention to it, and stretched out my left hand to catch it. It was just a moment before the fist made contact that a very familiar aura suddenly appeared on his body.

I was startled, suddenly lifted my breath, gathered on my left arm, pushed out the palm of my left hand forcefully, and after the fists and palms met, his body took a step back, and I flew upside down for several meters.

"You and I have no grievances, why are you so heavy-handed?" I yelled at him as I got up from the ground with difficulty.

"You insulted my ancestors, even if I don't kill you now, I will definitely not spare ......" In the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped, frowned, and suddenly turned his head and ran towards the town.

After a while, five people ran out of the town and escorted me into the town, and halfway down the road, about the middle of the town, surrounded by a group of people, and when I got here, their eyes, strange, curious, and angry, were all focused on me, and this feeling of being "all watched" was really not good.

The house where I was held was not far from the place where those people gathered, and they tied my hands with a kind of iron chain engraved with charms, and these runes lit up with golden light every time I wanted to exert force, suppressing the power in my body, I heard that it was specially ordered by the white old man who beat me before, this old man who only had a relationship with me, took good care of me, hum!

After a while, a man in his fifties walked in, holding a jar with a pen in his hand.

"Who are you? Old man White? I want to see him, and he can prove that I have done nothing. I said to him. He didn't have to answer me, and took the pen out of the jar, with some cinnabar on the tip of it, drawing something in the air. After he stopped writing, a dense spell slowly appeared in the air, and the charm lit up like the remnant sun, as if it had been ignited, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression, floating towards the center of my brow.

"What are you going to do?" I shouted to him.

The spell was getting closer and closer to me, and my consciousness began to blur until ......

"Ah!!h