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The sky was gray and hazy, and gray clouds floated above the entire county, as if it was about to rain at any moment.

However, the people of Zhixian turned a blind eye to this and were busy.

Zhixian is a small county town in Qianzhou Province, located in the southwest, belongs to the subtropical humid monsoon climate, there are no three sunny days all year round, there will be a rain every few days, or majestic, or continuous.

The sky here is often gray and hazy and ready to rain, and people have long been used to it.

A small bus drove slowly on the road, heading towards the outside of the county, Zheng Yi, who was sitting by the window in the minibus, looked at the hazy sky outside the window, his eyes were slightly distracted.

He was getting out of the car on his way back to his hometown.

His hometown is a township more than 20 kilometers away from Zhixian County, and there are many such townships near Zhixian County, and most of the children of these townships go to high school in Zhixian County.

About forty minutes later, the minibus stopped at the intersection of a small town, and Zheng Yi walked out of the car with a schoolbag on his shoulder.

Without much delay, he immediately walked briskly in the direction where his grandparents' house was.

"Hey, Xiaoyi, why are you back?"

When Zheng Yi came to the door of his grandparents' house, his grandmother was washing rice at the door of his house.

The houses in the township area, all self-built, are built very wide, and there is a yard around the house.

Zheng Yi's grandparents' house is the same, from the outside, it looks like a two-story duplex villa, surrounded by a spacious courtyard, and then closed with two thick iron gates.

"Grandma. ”

Zheng Yi shouted, and the person walked straight towards the house.

Grandma didn't ask any more questions, for the older generation who live in the countryside and are almost all semi-literate, they don't really care whether their grandchildren go to school or not, or that the old people don't even know when school is in school and when it is not.

After Zheng Yi walked into the courtyard, he casually put the schoolbag on his shoulder on the bamboo bench and chair that his grandfather often relied on.

He knew that at this point in time, his grandfather must be walking the birds with another group of old people with a bird cage, and he was not at home, which also made it easier for him to find it.

Although he didn't know what the man wanted, Zheng Yi simply ruled it out.

The man who subverted all of Zheng Yi's previous cognitions should not want ordinary things, and it is unlikely that valuable and valuable things can be put at home in such a remote township, as for the money...... Zheng Yi believes that with that man's ability, it should be simple to want money.

Through a simple exclusion, Zheng Yi finally locked his eyes on the warehouse at home.

He grew up here, and he already knows everything about this family. If there was anything that the man wanted, it was probably only a bunch of all kinds of old miscellaneous items in the warehouse at home.

After determining the target, Zheng Yi walked straight towards the warehouse.

The warehouse room is another independent bungalow in the yard, the door is two wooden doors wrapped in iron sheets, the surface is sprayed with blue paint, used to put grain, and then the grandparents are old, no longer go to the ground, plus the country's economic development, grain can be bought at any time, no need to store grain, it is used to put sundries.

Zheng Yi pushed open the door of the old warehouse, and a smell of dust came to his face.

After standing in place and waiting for the smell inside to dissipate a little, Zheng Yi walked in.

The warehouse bungalow is rectangular, about 30 square meters, and the left side is full of more than a dozen thick woods, which have long become damp. The wood is surrounded by hoes and other farm tools, which have rusted because they have been idle for too long.

These things basically fill the space on the left side of the warehouse.

In the middle of the warehouse, there are bags of cement powder, which were used to build houses and leftovers.

Zheng Yi casually glanced at these things, and then walked towards the right side of the warehouse, on the right side of the warehouse, there were rows of metal shelves.

On the shelves, there are books of old and tattered paper, stones of various shapes, damp and discolored metal parts, and many other inexplicable things.

Many of these things were specially picked up and placed here when Zheng Yi was playing in the field and by the river when he was a child.

When I was a child, I was influenced by the TV movies I watched, and I always liked to pick up some garbage that I had never seen to collect as treasures, so Zheng Yi was often lectured by his grandparents.

Now that I'm looking at these things, some Zheng Yi still have memories and know where they picked it up, but many of them have completely forgotten where they picked it up, and they even wonder why they picked it up in the first place.

"It should be something in here. ”

Coming to the shelf, Zheng Yi glanced at everything on the shelf, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rummage carefully.

But suddenly, his gaze froze, and he froze somewhere on the shelf.

In that place was a palm-sized piece of golden foil shaped like a leaf.

I don't know why, the moment he saw this golden foil, Zheng Yi had an inexplicable feeling.

"Did I pick this up when I was a kid?"

Zheng Yi can't remember clearly.

And this thing can be stored in the warehouse, obviously the material cannot be gold.

The inexplicable feeling in his heart lingered, and Zheng Yi immediately walked back and picked up the gold leaf leaf.

"Huh?"

The moment he picked up the gold leaf leaves, Zheng Yi felt an uneven touch in his hand.

This touch came from behind the gold leaf leaf, and Zheng Yi immediately turned the gold leaf leaf over, and then he saw the source of this uneven touch - engraved on the back of the gold leaf leaf, a small protruding fly's head.

This small character is not Chinese, nor is it like the English alphabet, and ordinary people cannot understand it at all.

However, Zheng Yi was able to understand.

When he saw this small word, Zheng Yi couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

This small word is the pronunciation that my father used to put him to sleep when he was a child!

At that time, he was about four years old, and his father kept letting him practice this pronunciation, and learned the text of this pronunciation until now.

Therefore, Zheng Yi was very impressed.

"That pronunciation turned out to be from here......"

Zheng Yi suddenly had a feeling that the pronunciation that could make him fall asleep quickly might not be psychological.

After watching this text repeatedly for a while, and finding nothing noteworthy, Zheng Yi turned the gold leaf over and began to look at the other side.

On the other side of the gold leaf leaf, there is a grain like a leaf, which is dense, but it seems to have a certain pattern.

At first, Zheng Yi didn't feel anything abnormal, but after his gaze stayed on the texture for a long time, suddenly!

It's like staring at a whirlpool of black and white lines, and after a long time, you will feel that the black and white lines are turning.

Zheng Yi only felt that the texture on the gold leaf was like a long snake winding around, twisting and moving, and he wanted to turn his head and stop looking, but he couldn't move.

He seemed to have lost control of his body all of a sudden, and could only keep his eyes open, looking at the "live" texture on the gold leaf, and he couldn't stop at all.

As he watched, slowly, Zheng Yi felt that something seemed to move with these textures in his eyebrows.

The next moment, these textures jumped out of the golden leaves, and in front of Zheng Yi, they turned into thin golden lines, slowly condensing together with a certain law.

And with the condensation of these golden lines, Zheng Yi felt that the "things" in his eyebrows were also slowly condensed like these golden lines.

When finally, the thin golden thread in front of him condensed into a golden seed-

Rumble!

Zheng Yi only felt a loud bang in his brain.

Then, suddenly it dawned!

A whole new feeling arose.

Zheng Yi smelled the damp smell in the warehouse that he couldn't smell before, heard the barking and talking of dogs in the distance, the touch of the breeze caressing his skin was extremely clear, and the gray warehouse became much brighter and clearer......

All the senses become different at this moment, like a new life!

This feeling is actually not good, so Zheng Yi has a feeling of "top-heavy", and he can't adapt for a while, although he tries to maintain his balance, his body is still like a drunk man, staggering.

After knocking over many things, Zheng Yi stumbled out of the warehouse.

"Xiaoyi, what's wrong with you!"

The grandmother, who was washing rice outside the door and returning to the house, saw Zheng Yi's appearance, hurriedly put down the inner pot of the rice cooker, and came over to help her in a panic......

More than two hours later.

On the highway outside the township.

Zheng Yi stood at the intersection of the highway and the township, waiting for the bus to Zhixian, while looking down at the gold leaf in his hand, thinking a little distractedly.

After more than two hours, he finally got used to the feeling of greatly improving his senses in all aspects. However, even greater doubts rose in his heart.

What is this gold leaf?

Why can I greatly improve my senses in all aspects?

Also, the pronunciation at the back of this gold leaf was taught to him by his father when he was a child, that is, his father already knew about the existence of this thing?

Zheng Yi is mainly thinking about these three questions.

As for the sensory improvement, Zheng Yi, who has experienced rebirth and that murderous demon, is not too surprised.

"That's what the murderer wants. ”

Looking at the gold leaf in his hand, Zheng Yi's brows furrowed.

At this time, the gold leaf that Zheng Yi held in his hand had become different from before.

Originally, the gold leaf with a complex texture on one side and small characters engraved on the other side is still like this, but the texture and small print content on it have changed.

The textures are still complex and difficult to understand, but Zheng Yi can perceive that it is completely different from before.

And the small characters in the back have also changed, and the shape still seems to be the same type of text, but Zheng Yi no longer knows it, and when he was a child, his father only taught him one paragraph of that kind of text, that is, the pronunciation that he had to read every night when he went to bed since he was a child.

"I can only wait to go back and check it on the Internet. ”

Retracting his gaze from the gold leaf, Zheng Yi exhaled lightly.

Anyway, I got some clues.

Buzzing!

Suddenly, Zheng Yi's ears moved and he heard the roar of a motorcycle.

Then, with a slight frown, he looked at the end of the road, where there was a turn about two hundred meters away from him.

For a moment, three motorcycles carrying eight or nine shirtless and angry youths turned around. The young men on the three motorcycles kept whistling and shouting.

When they saw Zheng Yi waiting for the bus on the side of the road, several of them suddenly laughed jokingly:

"Hey, it's that kid!"