On the eighth day of the lunar month, Huiyang Town.

Today's inn is particularly lively, Wu Da's shopkeeper, chefs and more than a dozen guys are very busy, busy entertaining hundreds of strong men from the Salt Lake Gate with swords on their waists. On the wine table, the glass was changed, noisy and hissing, while drinking and eating meat, while shouting to serve the food quickly.

Seeing that the inn was full of high-rollers from the rivers and lakes, Mo Sheng was also secretly bitter in his heart, he had heard others say that these high-rollers from the Salt Lake Gate went up to the official mansion and went down to the rivers and lakes, and they were all eaten in black and white, and the people at the door were also very difficult to provoke, and if they were not careful, they would be beaten with fists and feet.

Mo Sheng was busy all the time, but he was complimenting him well.

Mo Sheng was wiping down the chair and cleaning up the leftovers on the table. Suddenly, a big hand fell from the sky, grabbed Mo Sheng's clothes and pulled him up all of a sudden. "Boy, it's been a long time since you've cleaned up!

"Oh, that's it, it's good!"

"Hmph, get out" Dahan threw Mo Yu backwards at once.

Being thrown away like this, Mo Yu's body involuntarily flew towards the back, but unfortunately, his head happened to hit the handrail of the aisle.

"Bang", Mo Sheng's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground and moaned weakly, "Oops, oops".

In the restaurant, many men who eat meat and wine can't help laughing when they see this scene, and they are happy to slap the table.

The shopkeeper next to him saw it, glared at Mo Sheng on the ground with disgust, and quickly asked the other guys to take him down. Without this guy, the inn is even busier, and I'm afraid I will have to proofing at night to calm down.

It was getting west, and it was getting late.

In the middle of the night, some of the Salt Lake Gang members in the inn were full of food and drink, and drunkenly hugged each other's fists and left. Looking at the dispersed crowd, Shopkeeper Wu wiped the sweat stains on his kowtow, exhaled a long breath, and finally survived.

"Well, Mo Sheng, it's not out yet!" Looking at the guys who were cleaning up the mess, Shopkeeper Wu remembered that there was one less Mo Sheng.

"Back to the big shopkeeper, after we helped Mo Sheng back to the room to rest, he never came out again" A guy returned with a rag.

"Hmph, this lazy bone! Pit must be lazy again, look at me....." Hearing the Wu shopkeeper's scolding, he walked towards the wooden house where the subordinate lived.

"Hey, lazy bones, the moon is hanging in the sky, you are still here to sleep for me?!Hurry up!" As soon as he entered the house, the shopkeeper Wu saw Mo Yu lying on the bed, and slapped his right hand fiercely.

said that this slap was on his body, Mo Sheng sat up from the bed suddenly, "huh, huh" as if waking up from a nightmare, gulping, panting.

This Mo Sheng's sudden reaction startled Shopkeeper Wu at that time. "Forget it, if you are absent from work for one day, you will be deducted from one day's wages! If you don't give me a good job tomorrow, be careful that you won't get a few children this month! Hmph." After saying that, he waved his sleeves and shook the door away.

Mo Sheng sat upright on the wooden bed, the corners of his eyes twitched, and a painful and complicated expression appeared on his face from time to time.

The next day, early in the morning.

"Wake up, Mo Sheng, if you don't go out to work, I'm afraid that the shopkeeper will be scolded again. ”

Mo Sheng opened his eyes and looked at the person who woke him up, Tie Shi, fifteen years old, a little younger than himself, among many guys, he was a friend who had nothing to talk to. The two of them worked as odds in this inn, and they were paid three copper plates a day, and they could barely earn one or two silver a year. The money earned after a year of hard work is barely enough to eat.

"By the way, Brother Sheng, how about the wound on your head, let's go to the kitchen to get some lard in a while, let's wipe some of it?" Ah Tie said as he looked at Mo Sheng's kowtow.

"No need, it's not a big deal, let's go out and work. Mo Sheng shook his head and motioned for the two of them to go out.

At the end of the day, Mo Sheng was in the inn, working numbly, and he would go to help wherever he called for help. The day passed quickly in a busy time. After the inn finished taking over the business, Mo Sheng finally got a rest, took two steamed buns by himself, and chatted in the courtyard where the next person was resting.

"Hey, Brother Sheng, why don't you talk much today." Ah Tie walked to Mo Sheng and squatted down, wiped his hands on his body and said. "When I usually work, you give me some fun, and the day flies quickly. That's like today.... Hey.. Brother Sheng.. You... What's in your hand?" Ah Tie was saying and suddenly pointed to Mo Sheng's arm, surprised.

Following Ah Tie's gaze, Mo Sheng subconsciously turned his head. At this look, Mo Sheng immediately froze, like a thunderbolt flashing in his mind. With an unbelievable look on his face, he quickly rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, revealing a black tattoo pattern. I saw that its four strange and mysterious lines alternately surrounded, and a black fish in the center came to life.

"Really, it turns out that this is true" Looking at his right arm, Mo Sheng muttered to himself in a distracted manner.

Looking at Mo Sheng's appearance, Ah Tie wanted to speak and stopped, for fear that Mo Sheng would be hit by something wrong yesterday. When he was deciding whether to comfort Mo Sheng, the other party suddenly turned his head, looked at himself, and said seriously with his eyes.

"I'm not Mo Sheng, I'm Mo Yu. After saying that, he got up directly and strode towards his house. Leaving Ah Tie with a confused face, he couldn't come back to his senses after looking at Mo Sheng's back for a long time.

Entering the house, Mo Sheng turned around and closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to digest everything that had happened in the past two days.

Mo Yu was unconscious in the woods at that time, and when he opened his eyes again, he didn't have time to look around, and a lot of information came to his mind. It's like a dream, one picture after another, telling the life of another person who looks exactly like himself, from an orphan to an inn as a boy, working day by day, to the final, the moment when someone was thrown and hit the handrail.

Mo Sheng actually died the night before, shortly after being helped to bed. Mo Yu woke up, and in an instant, there was another life experience in his mind, which made Mo Yu unable to tell whether he was Mo Yu or Mo Sheng, coupled with the surrounding environment, Mo Yu thought that he was Mo Sheng, and the life of "Mo Yu" was a strange dream he had, and in the dream, he was in a strange world completely different from the present.

But in his memory, Mo Sheng did not have a tattoo on his hand. When Mo Yu saw the tattoo on his hand, he suddenly woke up.

I am Mo Yu. On the night of his revenge escape, he "grows" this tattoo, and after falling into a coma, he travels to another world.

Although he learned the truth, Mo Yu was still a little dazed. After all, the empathetic memory in Mo Sheng's mind made it difficult for him to digest for a while.

"I don't know if Zhou's dream is Hu Die, and Hu Die's dream is Zhouhe?" Mo Yu suddenly remembered an article he had learned when he was in school. I didn't expect that one day I would come to experience the mystery in person.