Between the reckless mountains, there is a small village, called Jiming Village, a crystal clear stream winds down from the mountain, around the village, whether the villagers are farming and irrigation, washing and cooking, all get water from the stream, therefore, the village mouth of the stream, is actually the most lively place in the whole village, as if at any time, there are always two or three women, in the stream or washing rice, or picking vegetables, or carrying water, taking this opportunity to go out Zhang's family, The Li family muttered non-stop, but Jiming Village is not only a small village, but also not a traffic artery, not to mention the caravan, even the hawkers have to come for ten days and a half to come, they don't have much to chew, whose man drinks an extra dime of wine, whose pig runs out of the circle, they can talk about it with relish for a long time, probably there is one less sparrow in this village, and it can't fly their eyes!

Therefore, when Wang Zhaodi's body was washed in front of them by the stream, everyone was shocked. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh, isn't this the daughter of the Xinhu Wang family?" Someone immediately shouted like this, in fact, she didn't need to call it, in such a small village with a hundred or so families, who around didn't know the "daughter of the Xinhu Wang family"?

said that it was a "new household", in fact, the Wang family had lived in Jiming Village to Wang Zhaodi for four generations, and had lived in Jiming Village for almost 40 years. Every year, there will always be a few wandering people in the village, borrowing to live under the eaves of others, begging for two mouthfuls of cold food, some people find the owner, they live, after a year, two years, seeing that there is no possibility of getting rich, they will pick up the begging stick again, and go to the next village to try their luck, so there is no old household will seriously remember their resume, only a few lucky people bought the fields in the village, will be treated as "old households", the new and old are divided into no history in Jiming Village, only look at the industry.

The new Wang family, obviously do not have this kind of luck, they were born and raised in Jiming Village, as far as one family is concerned, and now their descendants are prosperous, but no villager has ever thought that they are from Jiming Village, as long as they are not rich enough to buy land, they are the eternal "outsiders" of Jiming Village. A family, even if there is only one acre and five points of land in Jiming Village, will be regarded as a member of the village and a trustworthy person, but the Wang family is a duckweed on the edge of Jiming Village, and it may no longer belong to Jiming Village tomorrow.

Wang Zhaodi, belongs to this duckweed family, she was born in Jiming Village, lived to be nine years old, and never even stepped out of the boundary of Jiming Village until she died, she is still a passerby in the village, in the discussion of the villagers, she is "the daughter of the new Wang family", in the Wang family, who is she?

Zhao Di's mother and younger brother, when she heard the bad news from the villagers who came to report the news, she was taking a basket of beans, and was about to ask her daughter who had returned from beating pigweed to peel it so that she could make dinner for the whole family, and was ready to take the pigweed she beat to feed the pigs.

She cried a lot, and the onlookers also persuaded and sighed, and some remembered their children who died young, and then shed two tears, no! A girl of eight or nine years old, no matter how naughty she is on weekdays, she has been raised to such an age, and she can help do something, and she will be married in two or three years, how can parents not be sad!

Everyone persuaded once, unloaded a door panel of a nearby house, carried the girl's body to the house, and dispersed when they saw that it was getting late, and then the head of the Wang family arrived home.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that there was no fire on the stove, that the beans were scattered all over the ground, that the pigs had not been fed, and that the girl who was still lively in the morning was already a corpse parked in the yard, and that he was not angry?

Wang Zhaodi's body lay alone in the courtyard of the Wang family, and it was not until the moon rose in the middle of the sky that her eyes slowly opened.

The first thing that caught "her" eyes was the stars in the sky, "she" blinked, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, and then, "her" two eyes turned in one direction, gradually swept over the low thatched hut of the Wang family, the crooked earthen wall, the tattered pigsty, and the dung heap next to the pigsty, and finally, as if giving up, turned back to the stars in the sky.

"It doesn't seem good. After his eyes went dark, the stars in the sky all changed their shapes and positions, not to mention, there were many messy fragments of consciousness in his mind, which confused his original memory, and he only vaguely remembered that he seemed to be doing something bad and missed-yes, before he crossed over, probably, it seemed that his hand was a little faster when he made the bomb, which led to a little bit of explosion earlier......

"Even so, this retribution is too heavy! There are many people who are worse than me!" The traverser glared angrily at the stars, who scrambled to him, oh now "she" winked as if they were laughing at him.

"Damn, well, in that case, let's see what else this body can be used for. He raised one hand, then flexed and extended each finger in turn, testing his grip on the body, then the other, and finally the two hands together.

The traverser is as skilled in doing these movements as the original owner of the body, but he is not satisfied with this: "the agility is too poor", in fact, if it is not for the consciousness of the traverser is stronger than the consciousness of the original owner, it is difficult to say whether this body that has been soaked in water and blown cold wind for half a day can still make such fine movements, but just the fingers bent and stretched at this frequency cannot meet the expectations of the traverser.

Then, he sank into the depths of the remnants of "Wang Zhaodi's" consciousness, wanting to see if this body had any merit in other aspects.

The first is the ability to negotiate.

If the negotiation ability of ordinary people is evaluated by a number of 10, the negotiation ability of "Wang Zhaodi" ...... It's a pitiful 3.

It is almost a loud shout to attract the attention of one-tenth of the people (and it definitely does not include the man who saves the younger brother and the younger brother), probably the biggest attention that "Wang Zhaodi" can get in her life is when she becomes a corpse.

"It shouldn't be. The traverser touched the face of "Wang Zhaodi" with his hand, this face is small and has no flesh, the facial features touched are very symmetrical, and there is no scar, it should not be the level of ugliness, he searched in the consciousness of "Wang Zhaodi" for a while, and then got the answer, the children in this village are almost all treated like this, and the children have no human rights, let alone the right to speak - this is not helpful to solve his current predicament, the advantage is that there is still room for improvement, and it is not blocked.

Just as he was about to explore it again, a sudden change occurred!

The starry sky is still in its original position, but he is no longer in the dilapidated courtyard of the Wang family!

Around him, there is a bottomless abyss!

He didn't even have to move his body to feel it! There seemed to be something in the abyss...... No, it's nothing, nothingness, pure nothingness, if it falls - he hurriedly commanded "Wang Zhaodi's" body to move to the side, or rather, he tried to direct Wang Zhaodi's body to move to the side, however, the body did not move at all, no longer driven by his will!

The breeze gently blew through the traverser's newfound body, and now that he was trapped in it, he wanted to move his body, even if it was to turn around.

The wind blew a little stronger, and he was still lying on the cliff at a loss, Hugh said that if he moved, he might roll directly into the abyss, and now he couldn't even move, so he could only look helplessly at the stars in the sky, those stars were still blinking at him just now, but now they were all like staring at him, without blinking—more like a huge black beast with countless pairs of eyes all over it, staring at him tightly.

Gradually, a shadow fell on him, it was the small hut of the royal family, which was now ten times taller than before, like a city full of demons, and it was full of unfathomable darkness.

A little white pig ran happily through the sky in front of him, and if it weren't for the fact that the little pig had no long head and blood dripping all the way from its bloody neck, it might have been considered a white bird, and it sang all the way: "Two snakes, four snakes......"

The stars sighed.

The stars are blinking again.

The wind gently blew through the body of "Wang Zhaodi", now he can move, but there is no need for this, he is still lying in the small courtyard of the Wang family, the thatched hut is still so short, adult men have to bend down when entering the door, whether it is a pigsty, a dung pile or an earthen wall, it is still the same as before. The change just now seems to be a dream.

The traverser laughed happily, a smile of joy from the heart, not because he had discovered that the horror had just been an illusion, but because he had discovered that it was not an illusion.

What happened just now is a real "existence".