Tan Xiao felt like she had a long, long and clueless dream.

In the dream, Tan Xiao seems to be in a place far away, surrounded by clouds and mist, giving people an illusory feeling.

Gradually, the hazy fog receded.

Several hundred-zhang huge pillars stand majestically, and the pillars are engraved with golden coiling dragon patterns, just like living creatures ready to move, coiling upwards on the pillars, as if they will rush out at any time and look up to the sky and roar.

At the end of dozens of pillars, there is a looming giant hall.

Looking closely, the golden light of the giant hall flowed, emitting golden light in the clouds and mist. No matter who it is, in front of the giant hall, there is an urge to kneel on the ground and worship!

A cliff not far from the palace.

In the last autumn, the leaves are Xiaoxiao, the sunset is full of sky, and under the leaves of Xiaoxiao, there is a person standing, as if he has been integrated with the autumn colors of the earth.

Because he's too quiet, because he's too cold.

He held a sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword emitted a dark red light, a kind of indifference and tiredness that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but it also had a kind of murderous aura.

He was tired, perhaps simply because he had killed too many people, some of whom he shouldn't have killed. He kills because he never had a choice.

He looked like a young man, but for some reason he had gray hair.

The young man kept looking at a lonely grave not far away, and he was deeply engrossed, as if he remembered something.

Suddenly, the young man raised the sword in his hand, and a white light flashed between heaven and earth, and the magnificent palace in the distance turned into nothingness.

A gust of wind blew away, blowing away the young man's white hair, which turned out to be exactly the same as Tan Xiao's face.

The picture disappeared in an instant, and what appeared was a waterhole with a swaddling baby floating on it, and a dragon suddenly crossed the water and opened its bloody mouth to swallow the swaddling clothes·····

"Don't, third uncle help!" Tan Xiao was excited, "Oops, it hurts!" At this time, Tan Xiao found himself lying headfirst in a tree hole, and he could see the trees outside through the narrow gap in his feet.

The forest was quiet, and there was not a single sound.

After a short period of stunned, Tan Xiao was like a worm, slowly moving out of his body step by step.

But I found that I felt like I had come to a new place.

The valley of dust that was like spring all year round is gone, the spring that never stops all year round is gone, and even the small pit where I used to pee when I was a child is gone, and there are only lush trees around and a lonely cabin not far away.

As if to prove that Tan Xiao once lived here.

"Uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, where are you?"

Tan Xiao was a little confused,

"Did you hear me? Uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, don't joke with me, I'm cowardly!"

"Come out, third uncle, you love me the most. Come out quickly, third uncle!"

At this time, Tan Xiao was as confused as a child who couldn't find a home,

He couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality, and what was the relationship between the youth in the dream and him?

And did the uncle, second uncle, third uncle, and fourth uncle in memory ever exist?

However, all he was left with was a startled flurry of birdsong.

Until he walked into the cabin.

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What catches your eye is a green bamboo bed with a hint of green in yellow, covered with a mat made of thatch, and two rattan chairs.

A square table with a black gloss, on top of which is an ancient mirror with a strange shape. It was exactly like in Tan Xiao's memory, exactly the same as the layout of his room in the Falling Dust Valley.

The only difference is that there is an extra burden on the square table.

And – a letter.

With apprehension, Tan Xiao opened the letter, he wanted to know, the third uncle, the fourth uncle, the second uncle, the uncle, and the Valley of Falling Dust, did they really exist?

Does the white-haired young man in the dream have anything to do with this? Or is all this just a dream?

Tan Xiao had too many questions in his heart.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be pressed by an invisible boulder, and he placed all his hopes in this letter, and he slowly opened the letter, as if he was afraid that the letter would suddenly disappear, and then carefully laid out the letter.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked carefully word by word······