The sorrow and joy of the world

Undead tribe.

The place that used to be as quiet as a paradise is now only dead silent.

The sky above the entire tribe was shrouded in a lingering darkness, intertwined with endless despair and greed.

The crops are no longer harvested, the weeds along the road are no longer taken care of, and even the entire tribe has no popularity.

Lin Kongzhi walked in front, his expression becoming more serious.

The old man who picked firewood saw them couldn't help but stopped and asked, "Are you going to the undead people?"

Lin Kongzhi nodded: "That's right."

The old man waved his hand: "Forget it, your life is at stake."

Lin Kongzhi: "I don't know if the old man knows the story about this dream-weaving ghost? Can you tell me the next one?"

The old man sighed: "Looking at your extraordinary demeanor, you probably came here because you received a reward, right?"

"It seems that many people have been here before."

"That's right, but no one has come out." The old man looked at them solemnly, "Are you sure you want to risk yourself?"

"Since we are here, we must try."

The old man had no choice but to take them to find a small stream and sit down, and began to tell the story about the Dream Weaver Ghost.

Undead people are not dead people, so they naturally have the ability to be immortal.

This kind of ability, the world is rushing to, and it is impossible to ask for it.People in the Undead tribe are also proud of it. In their world, the passage of time is almost negligible, and life is as peaceful as a pool of stagnant water, without greed, evil, and emotion.

It wasn't until a wandering young man came here that the peace that had lasted for hundreds of years was broken.

Although the lifespan of the undead people is endless, there are countless minor illnesses and pains.

The young doctor just came in handy.

However, his usefulness goes far beyond that.

Novel things are naturally eye-catching, and a handsome face attracts girls' attention even more.

Lust, jealousy, love and hate breed in this peaceful land.

The arrival of this young Langzhong can be said to have blown up all the dark sides of the entire tribe.

People who used to live in harmony can fight over a bucket of rice, two sisters who used to love each other can turn against each other for a man, children who used to be filial and respectful to their elders can kill their father and mother for family wealth.

The young man was at a loss what to do, and the result of his hasty escape was that the entire tribe of undead people would regard him as a catastrophe that would destroy the nation and the world, and he must be eliminated to break the current dead situation.

However, after the young man was burned to ashes, the situation of the undead tribe did not get any relief, but intensified.

The power of the undead people was only revealed at this time.

Immortal, immortal, although the body is dead, the spirit can last forever, and it has achieved true immortality.

Dozens of people died in the Undead Tribe in just one year, and the resentment remaining in the spirit slowly condensed together, making this resentment more and more intense, and everything has an animus. After giving birth to spirituality, he became the dream weaving ghost of today.

Make a net with dreams, feed with desires.

"Then why is the Dreamweaver only confined to the Undead Tribe? Has he never been to other places?" Lin Kongzhi asked.

"Because only the undead tribe has such a powerful spiritual power. In other places, ordinary people like us die when they die, and their souls disappear. Where do they have any obsessions?" The old man patted his leg He picked up the ashes, and picked up the fagots, "It's getting dark, and I'm going to start dreaming again."

"Let's go, young heroes, please take care." The old man waved his hands and staggered away.

It was getting dark, and I was about to start dreaming again.

Lin Kongzhi thought of the painful dreams he had before, is that his obsession?If one dies after a few years, will the spirit still have a little nostalgia for this world?He claims that he is not afraid of death, but people's hearts are always greedy, the more they lack, the more they want.

Fan Ziqi: "Little Master, what are the arrangements for tonight?"

"Quick battle and quick decision." Lin Kongzhi made a decisive decision, "Go to the Undead Tribe to find out."

A group of people rushed to the undead tribe. They lingered at the door for a while and didn't go in. Now after listening to the story, they just feel chills down their backs.

No one has ever succeeded, so there is only a hard way.

Once you get started, it's a lifetime dream.

Lin Kongzhi only felt that as soon as he stepped into this stone gate, the scenery around him became a little blurred, and the dream net was intertwined with intricate lines, which made people palpitate.

Suddenly, the world was spinning, and Lin Kongzhi felt as if he had stepped into the water, without any point of strength, and then the overwhelming sense of suffocation flooded him...

"Father—" shouted hoarsely, but there was no sound.

All around my ears were the sound of burning fire, and the smoke was billowing, making it impossible to see where it came from.

A blood-red sword pointed straight at a man's body. On top of the blood-red, there was even more blood, like a gorgeous poisonous snake, wriggling to devour all creatures.

"Mother..." The blood splattered on her face, it was obviously hot, but it felt cold.

"Master! There is a child here!"

"Sink to the bottom." The man waved his hand.

Then there was a vast water area, with huge water splashes, Lin Kongzhi felt his body sinking slowly, without any struggle or breathing.

Despair, deep despair enveloped...

Little Master!

Wen Yi shouted, but his voice was drowned in the void, and there was no reply at all.

"Get out! You bastard! Why did you come to our house! Get out—"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Wen Yi ran away in a hurry, but he couldn't escape the abuse of the world: "You are a member of the Holy Cult! You deserve to die! Why are you still alive?!"

"I'm not!" Wen Yi shouted brokenly.

Stumbled to the edge of a lake, fell into the pool, and suddenly found that the face reflected in the lake was ferocious and distorted, with red eyes, as if bloodthirsty.

Wen Yi screamed, struggling to take a few steps back, but suddenly saw a figure standing up in the lake, slowly approaching him: "What are you afraid of? I am you, you are me, you and I are one, Don't even try to get rid of me in this life!"

"Get lost—" Wen Yi grabbed the stone and threw it at the shadow, but the shadow twisted a bit, and the stone passed through like that...

The figure laughed strangely, then grabbed Wen Yi's collar and lifted it up. Wen Yi only felt that the sky was dark for a while, and then two people in his brain fought for control.

Wen Yi had a splitting headache, he knelt on the spot sullenly, and opened his eyes again, it was already silent.

Catch people and kill them, one move is a life.

Blood splattered all over his clothes, so dark red that he could no longer see the original color, and there was a thick layer of plasma on top of the angelica, and his black hair fluttered down his back, like a demon who came out of hell, with despair all over his body breath.

Wen Yi broke down and shouted, it's not like this, it's not like this——

The autumn wind is clear, the leaves fall all over the shoulders of the people, and there is a person with a long body, and the moon-white clothes are like a halo of flowing clouds, covered with a layer of pearly luster, more like a lover's gaze, tender and lingering.

"Little Master..."

Wen Yi sneered: "You still left me...you liar!"

A sword was stretched out, straight to the center of the mouth.

"Do not--"

Seeing Lin Kongzhi's body that was slowly falling down, Wen Yi slowly approached Lin Kongzhi's ear, speaking cold words, but it seemed like lovers were rubbing each other's ears: "Even if you are a ghost, I won't Let you go."

Lin Kongzhi smiled, as if seeing him for the first time, the gentle smile in the mottled tears lit up the darkness in his life, and let out the light like the sky suddenly breaking, so beautiful.

Then, Lin Kongzhi's body gradually became transparent, and thousands of crystal blue debris instantly turned into thousands of butterflies, flying away, but they could no longer fly into his heart, lighting up the lamps for the rest of the way for him... …

"Do not--"

Who is screaming exhausted in the dream but still not waking up?

Is the dream too deep, or the reality too cruel?

No one has answered them anymore. Dreams give rise to emptiness, emptiness to reality, and the cycle goes on and on. As long as there are thoughts, thoughts, and obsessions, people will definitely not be able to escape this cycle. They hypnotize themselves over and over again, and abuse themselves again and again. , not happy, not alive.

"Eldest brother? What's going on here?" Shen Yuyi only felt that his whole body was unbearably hot, and even drinking water couldn't quench his thirst.

Fan Ziqi hugged Shen Yuyi's waist: "Yu'er..."

Then she placed a kiss on Shen Yuyi's lips.

Shen Yuyi only felt like a dream, so unreal, but his body felt the reality so honestly, he eagerly kissed back, without leaving any room, the fire in his body burned more and more Fierce, almost burning reason to ashes.

"Yu'er, I like you, I like you..." As soon as Fan Ziqi hugged Shen Yuyi, he couldn't take his hands away anymore, and swam around, burning only the little sobriety left.

Shen Yuyi only felt that his waist was so weak that he fell into his arms uncontrollably. No matter how many words, deeds or behaviors, they were pouring out the lovesickness and love that had been suppressed for a long time. I want to tell everything in this night, there is no end.

"I like you too...Eldest brother, I have liked you for a long time..." It has been so long that I can't count the days, Shen Yuyi's eyes are filled with tears of excitement, the scene of crying, Let Fan Ziqi no longer have the strength to think about how to answer, and the only thing left is instinct, the instinct to possess...

The hibiscus tent is warm, the light and shadow are indistinct, the figures of the two overlap each other, and the scenery in the tent is infinitely beautiful...

"Don't come here!" Xiao Ying Moli held a knife to the bullying children, "Come here again! I'll kill myself!"

"Hey, this brat knows how to kill himself! Do you know how to write these two characters?" A boy picked up Ying Moli's back collar and kicked the knife in his hand, "You still kill yourself?" , I can't even hold a knife!"

Ying Moli wanted to break free, but was powerless.

Grandma rushed over from home, but was pushed to the ground by those children.

"Grandma!" Ying Moli was in a hurry, and kicked the man in the crotch. Taking advantage of the pain of the man, he hurriedly broke free from the man's clutches, and went to help grandma up. However, these children Still not giving up, a group of people beat and kicked around him and his grandma.

Grandma protected him with her crooked body, and Ying Moli cried and cried, but those with thin arms and legs couldn't do anything at all, even the person they wanted to protect the most...

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, which penetrated directly into the bottom of my heart through the eardrum.

"What are you doing?! Bully the small with the big! Do you know? Don't let me see you in the future!"

This little boy is dressed luxuriously and has an extraordinary bearing. At first glance, he is not from this village.

The boy helped him and his grandma up, and asked softly, "Are you all right?"

Ying Moli tugged at the corner of his worn clothes: "It's okay, thank you..."

"No, no, no." The boy waved his hand, "Can you tell me how to get back to the town? I got lost when I went out to play."

Ying Moli was a little embarrassed: "It's getting late, why don't I see you off tomorrow morning, the night road is dangerous, tonight... tonight, if you don't mind, you can stay at my house for one night."

The boy agreed without hesitation.

Ying Moli never expected that although this boy looked pampered, he was actually a hardworking boy who would help grandma cook, not to mention how proficient he was.

Ying Moli didn't know the boy's name until they were eating, Xu Yifeng.

Xu Yifeng...

At night, the two children exchanged their little secrets and stories with each other. When Ying Moli heard that he could make hidden weapons and other gadgets, his young heart suddenly moved. Xu Yifeng also agreed. A set of hidden weapons will definitely be given to him.

Who would have thought that the promise that was made unintentionally when I was young, would really make so much effort invisibly for this promise.

Many years later, in the Congji Pavilion, as soon as he entered the Yukongmen and heard Xu Yifeng's name, the joy that bloomed in his heart was enough to fill the entire Congji Qunfeng.

As for Xu Yifeng, he has never forgotten his promise. Since he went back that day, he has been studying the method of making hidden weapons, designing and making them by himself, but after finishing them, he has never had the opportunity to go back to that small village to find them. He, this set of hidden weapons has been kept by him.

But Ying Moli turned his head and went to minor repair of hidden weapons.

The body of the needle is slender, and the tail of the needle is designed with a pattern like water waves, which is simple and beautiful.

"Weapons all have names, so I'll give it a name too."

Xu Yifeng looked expectant, Ying Moli cleared his throat, and quickly said, "Sifeng."

Xu Yifeng patted the table: "Good name!"

Ying Moli was taken aback by him, expecting him to see something, but Xu Yifeng didn't see anything...

This hopelessly neurotic person will probably never understand his own thoughts in this life...

I like you……

After holding it in for too long, it almost became a heart attack...

But he never dared to say it, and he couldn't say it. If he said it, it would ruin his life...

And he can't bear this kind of emotional malice in this era, he also has grandma and younger sister, he can't let them suffer this kind of harm...

So he can only dare to lean on him when he is drunk, and he can only use the hidden weapon he made for him to think about others when he sees things.

Therefore, he will always recover the hidden weapons, and so far, he has not lost one.

Invisibly, it has become an obsession.

Xu Yifeng didn't know why he dreamed of these scenes. He was beaten twice in the brothel, and he carefully crafted hidden weapons. He didn't understand, what do these scenes mean?All he knew was that there was one person repeatedly appearing in the dream, and that was the enemy——Ying Moli.

He never knows what he is thinking in his heart, and when he really faces it, he is only at a loss, as if he is in the clouds and mist, thinking that he thinks he understands, but in fact he is the most confused person.

"kill--"

Thousands of horses are galloping, dust is flying, and the blood is hardened with the loose soil, which is extremely hard.

The armor was cracked, and the desert yellow sand almost blurred the setting sun.

"Father—" Jin Wuxun yelled, but he couldn't recall the figure trampled by Wanjun again.

The country is broken, the family is dead...

He came one step late, only one step...

It's already far away...

One night, the dream was tossed and turned endlessly, virtual or real, true or false, I couldn't tell and didn't want to tell again.There are happiness, anxiety, fear, emotions, desires, anger, ignorance, love and hatred, all experienced in this night's dream, and there is no way to wake up.

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