Wang Ji's eyes widened, looking directly at the black roof made of thatch and mud, covered with a shabby quilt, the original color could no longer be seen, dark yellow with a little black, and there was a faint musty smell and sweat smell.

There was also a person next to him, Uncle Ling Lie, who had adopted him since he was a child, sleeping very soundly, and snoring from time to time.

Through the skylight, Wang Ji can see at a glance the starry sky surrounded by a full moon, the cry of the frog came from the field, Wang Ji took out a piece of blood jade 3 from under the bedding, the blood jade is square, divided into two sides, one side is painted with a unicorn pattern, and one side is written with a big king character.

The fingers kept rubbing on the word Wang, and the warm feeling belonging to the jade pendant was transmitted to Wang Ji's fingertips, which was a thousand-year-old blood jade.

Uncle Ling Lie said that when he picked him up in the temple when he was still in swaddling clothes, this piece of jade hung around his neck, exuding a unique halo that only belonged to him, and the blood-red halo formed a semicircular enchantment with a diameter of two feet in the temple, protecting him from being taken away by wild beasts. Uncle Ling Lie also said that the thousand-year-old blood jade is the rarest jade in the world.

Blood jade is not a naturally formed jade, it must be a spirit jade with excellent aura, and the owner who wears it uses blood to warm it for three years. This kind of jade is only the most basic blood jade, and the thousand-year-old blood jade must be nurtured for thousands of years from generation to generation before it can be formed, and the thousand-year-old blood jade already has spirituality in a certain form and can automatically protect the lord under certain conditions.

"The person who left this jade pendant must be his most important person!"

Wang Ji remembered that Uncle Ling Lie told him so, but Wang Ji didn't think so. Since he regarded him as the most important person in his life, why did he abandon him? He always felt that Uncle Ling Lie had something to hide from him, but he couldn't ask, and even if he did, he would be coaxed by Uncle Ling Lie. The more this is the case, the more Wang Ji believes that Uncle Ling Lie has something to hide from him, even if Uncle Ling Lie doesn't say it, one day, he will know......

Putting away the jade pendant, Wang Ji slowly closed his eyes, forcing himself to fall asleep as soon as possible, dreaming of Zhou Gong. He knew very well in his heart that if he didn't fall asleep honestly, he wouldn't be able to get up early tomorrow, and he wouldn't be able to go to the mountains to collect dry firewood with other friends he had made an appointment.

He didn't know that after he fell asleep, Uncle Ling Lie, who was beside him, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wang Ji who had fallen asleep, and sighed softly, faintly.

A month later

"Erlengzi, Erlenzi......

An anxious voice ran from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, breaking the small happiness, "Oh no, Erlengzi, Uncle Lie...... Uncle Lie, he ......"

"What's wrong with my uncle, you say. Wang Ji put down the firewood in his hand and asked urgently, looking at the sweaty "sunspot" in front of him, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Kuroko clutched his stomach and kicked "Lie...... Uncle Lie, he's gone. ”

For a moment, Wang Ji only felt that the world was spinning, and he ran down the mountain at an unprecedented speed, running back to his small home. There were many people standing outside the house, all of whom were neighbors in the village. He stepped in and saw Uncle Ling Lie, who had taken care of him for twelve years, at a glance.

Uncle Ling Lie's body was covered with a shabby straw mat, and his body was placed on a simple long table made of two benches and a few wooden boards.

For the first time in so many years, Wang Ji felt so uncomfortable, and the person who had taken care of him for twelve years was gone, disappearing in front of his eyes forever, and he could never wake up again, laugh with him, play with him, talk with him, eat, or even reprimand......

"Uncle, wake up, are you okay when you wake up, I will definitely listen to you in the future, don't you like to scold me the most? You get up and scold me, I will never fight back, you get up......" At this time, Wang Ji was like a child who wanted to eat candy, but couldn't get it, he cried, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and the neighbors around him tried to comfort him, but he was kicked out. He locked himself up with the dead Uncle Ling Lie, at first, he was still saying something to Uncle Ling Lie, and then later, he didn't say anything, just stunned there.

For a moment, Wang Ji felt that everything he had done in the past twelve years was like a dream, a nightmare!

While he enjoyed the best of the world, he was laughed at by them.

At that moment, Wang Ji desperately wanted to know who his biological parents were?

Why did you abandon him after giving birth to him, and then why did you give birth to him in the first place?

Sometimes, it's more painful to be alive than to die.

In this way, Wang Ji locked himself and the dead Uncle Ling Lie in a house for two days, without eating, drinking, or sleeping. Later, the people in the village were afraid of something and broke into the door. At that time, Wang Ji had already had a nervous breakdown, his eyes were dull, his legs were numb and he couldn't move, and his eyes were looking ahead, I don't know what he was looking at?

Uncle Ling Lie's corpse was surprisingly not decomposing and stinking, but it also began to turn black.

The people in the village helped Wang Ji to bury Uncle Ling Lie hastily. The process is surprisingly simple, there is no coffin, no funeral, just a simple shabby straw mat. Since then, Wang Ji has changed like a different person, he doesn't like to talk, he is not as lively as before, and he doesn't like to contact people......

Soon after, Wang Ji had a very strange dream.

In the dream, he sat on a strange chair carved with dragons made of gold and kneeled in front of him, shouting in front of him in a bright yellow court robe made of materials that had never been worn before.

"Spare your life, Your Majesty. ”

Wang Ji felt funny, their lives were their own, why did they spare them?

He asked his question, but no one answered him, as if he couldn't hear him.

The "he" sitting on the golden dragon chair had no expression, and said the harshest words that Wang Ji felt in his life, "All of them are beheaded." ”

As soon as these words came out, a group of people wearing armor and holding swords came in, they waved the knives in their hands, and cut off a human head, but for a moment, those living beings who were shouting 'spare their lives' one second became dead souls under the knife the next second. Wang Ji looked at this scene in shock, feeling that it was very difficult for him to even breathe, he turned his head to look at the "self" sitting on the golden dragon chair and wanted to see some clues from his face, but found that "he" was just sitting on the golden dragon chair and sneering, without even frowning.

"Is this really me?" Wang Ji thought, "This must not be me." He comforted himself, only to feel that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, the blood in his body was getting colder and colder, and his movements began to be unsmooth, like a dying old man walking towards the last moment of his life.

ps: 3 Legend blood jade refers to the jade that has been penetrated by blood, not a natural jade, whether it is jade, Khotanese jade, or topaz and other categories, as long as it is really bloody, it is blood jade. In fact, blood jade is an inaccurate statement, and it is rare for someone to say the word "blood jade" in jade shops and antique shops. In the ancient jade, some jade will appear red after entering the soil, so some people call this kind of red Qin blood. Qing Dynasty ancient jade collectors called this kind of red ancient jade Xueqin, and they believed that Xueqin was made by the corpse's rotting blood into the jade. But this statement is unscientific, according to modern scientific tests and experiments, blood will quickly carbonize in the ground, and it will not penetrate into the hard jade body like inorganic matter. The red qin on the ancient jade is the oxidation and decomposition of the iron element in the soil or the iron in the burial goods into the jade body. The common blood stains are dark red or reddish-brown, which is caused by the iron element!(The origin of the blood jade in the chapter is purely fictional because of the plot needs)