The dark clouds over the Taibai Mountain Mausoleum rolled, the lightning flashed and thundered, like a painting of the coming disaster of the end times, the continuous lightning accompanied by the rumbling thunder crossed the sky, illuminating the entire Taibai Mountain Mausoleum, a white iris on the small soil bag on the slope of the mountain ridge swayed left and right in the face of the storm, as if making the last struggle for survival, the desolate situation made people solemn.

No one knows why the Taibai Mountain Mausoleum got its name, it seems that since ancient times, everyone only knows that this mountain range is called the Taibai Mountain Mausoleum, few people know what exists in the depths of the mountain, there are only rumors in the world that several peerless strong people in order to seek the road of transcendence, and they have never been seen after joining forces to enter, and the descendants of the strong have entered several batches of strong people in the world in order to find the traces of their ancestors, and have not returned to one person so far!

The noise is vigorous, the world is well aware of the mystery and strangeness of the Taibai Mountain Mausoleum, no one dares to go deep into it, only the medicine collectors who live with the mountain will occasionally appear on the edge of the mountain to find grass and collect medicine to make a living.

There are different opinions in the world, some people say that there is an opportunity to become an immortal in the Taibai Mountain Mausoleum, those who enter the peerless strong are feathered into flying immortals, some people say that the depths of the mountain are desolate beasts, powerful as the peerless strong will also fall and die, unable to escape from the ascension, some people say that the Taibai Mountain Mausoleum is actually a shocking array, no matter life or death, it is difficult to escape forever, and some people say that the mountain is actually an ancient battlefield, there was a shocking war back then, visitors from outside the world, the top strong, and the upper realm of the great immortals went down to participate in the battle, and the world was turned upside down, and since then it has become a Jedi, and those who fall into it will be eroded sanity, and some people say...... It is rumored that there are noses and eyes, and everyone swears that they can't wait to dig out their hearts and come out to gamble and swear that it is the last word of the family.

It was another thunderbolt that illuminated the sky, with the help of lightning, I saw a figure on the mountain from afar, carrying a bamboo bag, stormy weather, muddy mountain roads, the figure even rolled and climbed, and did not forget to hold a bamboo basket behind his back at any time, and shouted, "Thief God, finally came out, such a kind of hellish weather I am afraid that I have not seen it for many years, I don't know which goblin incarnates, the birth of something against the world, not simple, not simple." "The mouth is chattering, and the footsteps are constantly stepping on the muddy water and moving quickly.

On the small soil bag on the slope of the mountain, the soil slowly cracks into cracks when it meets the water, and a white iris is still trying to survive. Hoping to survive this catastrophe, a pale and delicate palm stretched out along the cracks of the small dirt bag, as if to grasp some lifeline, groping to grasp the surrounding grass, at this time a figure in the distance, one hand holding the bamboo basket behind the back, one hand covering the top of the head, three steps and two steps rushed forward, one foot on the back of the pale and delicate hand, stride and fly, only to listen to a miserable scream, even in this thunderstorm night is unusually clear into the ear, the sound suddenly far away, stride and fly in the air that sound like a lightning strike, turn your head to see, a pale palm stretched out to the sky, five fingers flexed, like the hand of hell to lock the soul to take life, on the spot frightened soul not possessed, three souls lost seven souls, fell to the ground, even the precious herbs of the bamboo basket behind him fell to the side, and stared closely at the ghost hand that stretched out from the crack in the soil bag, his face was colorless, and he shouted in surprise: "What kind of demons and ghosts are coming out tonight." I don't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, another hand stretched out from the crack of the dirt bag, put it on the back of the other hand and kept rubbing, rubbing for a long time, and the two hands scratched around on the ground, accompanied by a muffled chirping sound, trying to crawl out of the dirt bag. The herb picker who fell to the side stared at the two ghost hands in a daze, put the last herb into the bamboo basket, his face was uncertain, he gritted his teeth on the bamboo basket on his back, turned around and walked carefully to the soil bag, carefully observed for a moment, the two pale and delicate hands were like a child's hands, especially eye-catching with the flashing of electric light in the stormy night, and made up his mind, even if it was a corpse or a little ghost, I didn't need to be afraid, I settled down, reached out and grabbed the two little hands, and brought it out like a turnip, dodged away, and looked at it carefully in disbelief, and made up my mind that the main opinion was not good, and the soles of the feet were slipping, and this mountain road was in and out no less than one hundred and eighty times on weekdays, and it was very familiarThe radish was pulled out, covered with dirt, and only two eyes were left in a daze, but a child of seven or eight years old, not a wisp of hanging, was really immoral, and there was a piece of dirt on his head, and a white iris on the soil was shivering in the rain.

"Are you a human or a ghost!" Dao Ye drank all his life, pinched the nameless trick in his hand, kicked diagonally in the air, and his eyes were stunned and forgot the little radish head pulled out of the dirt bag. The child couldn't see his face clearly, only to see the dazed eyes looking around and not knowing what was in a lot, and finally focused on the figure in front of him, only to see that in the stormy night, an old man carried a bamboo basket on his back, one hand in an inexplicable posture, one foot in the air, I don't know whether to prepare to apply oil on the soles of the feet, or to prepare to volley a leg in front of the face, the child looked down at his hands, and there were red shoe prints on the back of one hand, and it was really painful just now.

The old man followed the child's gaze, and couldn't help but blush, the child in front of him was afraid of which family died early, but the luck was not broken, stepped on someone else's foot, and was caught, after all, it was the embarrassment that the old face couldn't hang up. coughed: "Which child of yours, how did you fall into this situation." The child shook his head blankly, not knowing whether he didn't understand or didn't want to say more.

The rumbling thunder tore through the sky, the old man looked up, scolded secretly, and turned his head to look at the child, "Dao Ye has to rush back immediately, are you going or staying." The child looked at the old man and nodded, and the old man secretly said that he was unlucky, stepped forward and grabbed the child's arm, turned around and ran away. Thunder and lightning illuminate the entire Taibai Mountain Mausoleum, the faint yin wind is howling, the black clouds are rolling, the old man with the bamboo basket on his back, walking like flying, the figure gradually disappears in the rainy night, and the radish head that he grabbed in the air and shook in the air, and the white iris on the head.

Wood sat on the stump in front of the hut, looking into the distance in a daze, since it was picked up by the old man for half a month, every morning he sat on the stump and looked into the distance blankly, not knowing what he was looking at, without saying a word. No matter how Lao Dao asked, he never said a word, and the old man always felt that he was a stupid boy. Secretly muttering that this wood remembers to be punctual when he eats and sleeps every day, but he doesn't say a word, and he doesn't even have an expression, which is a normal child, just like a wood, he simply calls the wood directly every time.

Lao Dao sat on the threshold with his legs crossed and touched the stubble on his chin with one hand, and looked at a piece of jade pendant in his hand with one hand. On the contrary, the woman under the tree leaned lazily on the back of the tree, playing with the river with one hand, stirring up the waves, and anyone could perceive the woman's playful spirituality like a girl. It's just a pity that the girl's face is blurred, and I don't know who carved it, and I can't figure out whether it has not been carved yet, or whether it is worn out for a long time?

This jade pendant, remember that day back to the night to clean the wood when found, when caught in the hand, the wood on the head of a fleur-de-lis grinning at the old way, there is a big word to swallow the old man alive posture, wood a day muddy but very nervous about this jade pendant, for fear that the old man with the jade pendant to run away, now caught in the hand of the jade pendant or licking the face from the wood to beg, the beautiful name is to observe and observe, maybe you can find the family history of the wood according to this. The wood was barely pushed and half pushed and half let the old way play.