My vest is full of bosses

A heavy snowfall of goose feathers fell in the sky, and the white snowflakes covered the world with a thick snow-white coat.

Lin Mobai was wearing an ordinary white short-sleeved shirt, walking straight and straight in the snow.

A series of shallow snow-white footprints were left behind him, and as he walked step by step, the clothes on his body gradually changed into a snow-white down jacket.

A gust of fresh and piercingly chilly wind blew past him, and he didn't stop.

He just slightly stretched out one hand to gently hold a crystal clear and complete snowflake, and looked at the snowflake lying in his palm calmly and indifferently for a long time, but there was still no trace of melting on this snowflake, so he casually put it out again. thrown underfoot.

He had just entered the ancient tomb along the entrance at the bottom of the lake.

Lin Chen and the others behind him were nowhere to be seen. It was obvious that this tomb had hidden caves, but fortunately, he had left his own power on them, which could not only protect them, but also drive towards them in the direction of the power. .

but--

Lin Mobai was a little displeased.

The three people turned out to be in different directions.

To be precise, the four of them were in different directions.

East, South, West, North.

And he was in the north.

Suddenly, the sound of wheels rolling on the snow could be faintly heard in the distance. Lin Mobai raised his eyes slightly, looking at the icy and snowy road ahead.

Is that... a carriage?

In the snow-colored world, a simple and generous carriage swayed towards him.

An inexplicable thought flashed through Lin Mobai's mind.

Which vest does this tomb belong to?

Ancient carriage, Gu Qingchuan or Shen Xiangan?

Before he could continue to think, the carriage had already driven to his side.

The middle-aged coachman wearing a bamboo hat in front of the car stopped the carriage. He exhaled hot white air, jumped out of the carriage, glanced at Lin Mobai and moved closer to the window of the carriage.

A slender, straight hand with well-defined knuckles gently lifted the light green curtain, and he whispered to the people in the carriage before asking Lin Mobai.

"Young master, if you don't mind, my master wants to take you for a ride."

The stranger in front of him seemed a little surprised, the driver said with a smile.

"Have you ever heard of the name Yan Huai Xing?"

Long before the car approached, Lin Mobai had changed his clothes into an ancient costume, and his silk-like black hair was casually tied behind his head.

Dressed in a crescent-white snow fox cotton-padded jacket, she has a slender and straight figure, and walks calmly.

Such as orchids and jade trees, the wind and the moon, the whole body is obviously lazy and indifferent, but there is a kind of indescribable elegance and nobility, which only makes people sigh which family is traveling.

Yan Huaixing...

He said the name silently in his heart.

He seemed to have found this name in his chaotic memory, and the young man in white smiled slightly, and there seemed to be a little starlight in his eyes.

"Respect is worse than obedience."

......

At the same time, the ghost world.

The young man with his eyes closed who was sitting quietly on the elegant golden lacquered and carved dragon throne slowly opened his eyes.

His lips were as red as petals, his skin was as pale as a ghost, his scarlet eyes had no whites at this moment, and a sinister and gloomy smile clearly appeared on his face.

"So it turned out to be my tomb."

That Shen Xiangan who used to be glorious, noble and pure.

He was the last number one scholar in the Min Dynasty and an official of the Hanlin Academy. What was out of place in this dynasty was that he was too clean, honest and upright, and loved the country and the people.

He was demoted several times because of framing, and in the end, even though he only became a county magistrate, he was still untouched by mud, clean lotus without demons, bribes, and corruption.

But what about the end?

He was framed again.

But the saint was fatuous and incompetent, he listened to the slander, and sentenced him to death. He was divided into five horses and died.

His family members, parents, brothers and sisters all died badly.The male descendants of his family will be slaves forever, and the female will be prostitutes forever.

Therefore, after his death, his monstrous resentment turned into his power, making him an evil spirit, and he killed all his enemies and corrupt officials, as well as their relatives and friends.

But the emperor escaped unharmed because of the weak dragon spirit.

When he was about to be engulfed in resentment and he could not bear to slaughter the entire capital city of humans, he regained his sanity because of an army that suddenly broke into the capital city.

He saw a mighty and powerful army, smashing through the gate of the capital like a bamboo.

The leader of that army was a friend he had made when he was relegated to a remote area.

With a majestic and turbulent dragon aura on his body, he walked into the palace wearing silver armor, and chopped off the emperor's head with a sharp blade. He saw the endless sternness and fierceness in his eyes.

That chief then established a whole new dynasty.

It's called the Great Yan Dynasty.

And the name of the founding emperor is:

——Yan Huaixing.

The tortoise is born differently, embracing the stars and the moon.

......

The coachman wanted to help him into the carriage, but Lin Mobai refused softly, with a graceful figure and fluttering sleeves, he quickly stood in front of the carriage door, gently opened the door curtain with fingers pinched by snow, slowly walked in.

The cold breath outside the carriage seemed to be isolated as he entered.

The interior of the carriage is as simple and simple as the exterior. There are no expensive spices, nor gorgeous silks and satins. It is just a wooden wall to block the wind and snow. Its floor is covered with dry thatch. Covered with a thick layer of cotton cloth.

There is a small wooden table in the middle of the carriage, and a red candle standing on the table is lit, and the faint candlelight illuminates the somewhat dark carriage.

Under the candlelight, Lin Mobai calmly looked at the appearance of the young man in front of him.

Yan Huaixing was dressed in ordinary gray linen clothes, with a clear face, fair skin, a thin figure, but bright eyes.

The founding emperor who will lead thousands of cavalry in the future is just an ordinary "farmer."

Although he is already a well-known saint here, he taught the poor to read and write for free, and he almost couldn't open the pot himself, and he had to give porridge to the refugees every week.

He is indeed just a farmer, his family is poor, and he has no money to study, so he secretly lies behind the window of a private school every day to listen to his master's lectures.

The master finally found him one day, and asked him a few questions on a whim. After seeing his answers fluently, he realized that this man was a rare genius in the world. The master waived his tuition and let him go to school together.

And he got better and better as he got older.

He is not willing to be a farmer and sees the poverty of all beings in the world.

A terrible drought suddenly struck in a certain year, and the people were displaced, and their children were eaten by their own sons.The barbarians outside the pass already wanted to tear the flesh off this corrupt and huge dynasty.

However, the emperor and ministers in the high palace still sing and sing every night, the upright officials are persecuted, and the corrupt officials who are in the same rank live the most comfortable and comfortable life.

So he suddenly had an outrageous idea.

If he was sitting on the dragon chair, he would not treat his people and courtiers like this.

......

Yan Huaixing saw a handsome young man wearing a snow fox padded jacket who came in. He smiled and bowed his hands in salute, with a kind of wanton coquettishness in his gestures.

"I'm under Yan Huai Xing."

Lin Mobai returned the gift, "Little brother Lin Mobai, thank you for your help, so that I can save me the trouble of walking on foot."

Is this going back in time, or is it just an illusion?

He chatted with Yan Yunlang with a slight smile on his lips, and the two soon became brothers, and Yan Yunlang even called out "good brother" very intimately.

Lin Mobai listened attentively to Yan Yunlang's words, took a sip of the hot water in his teacup, and was about to reply when the driver outside the carriage suddenly yelled several times, "Go, go, go... .We have nothing to eat here."

Yan Huaixing frowned, and suddenly said coldly, "Li San, don't hurt them."

Li San replied "Yes", and said distressedly, "But, these refugees are all coming towards our carriage."

Lin Mobai lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out the window.

The originally empty white snow was now full of rotting and smelly corpses.

Countless sallow, emaciated and ragged people wailed in despair and pain. Most of them were young and middle-aged people who were still dying. Only a few old people were lying on the ground breathing weakly. The skinny children looked numb, and their hunger drove them to eat Touching the icy white snow on the ground, it was like a hell on earth.

......

All the previous background settings have become real memories at this time.

Sitting on the gorgeous throne, the ghost king held his forehead, and countless malice surged wildly in his scarlet pupils.

He could vaguely see countless evil spirits and human beings imprinted in his eyes, and countless blood-stained gray hands were struggling to get out, and he seemed to hear piercing and desperate wailing in his ears for an instant.

"why......"

"Can a monster like me have a tomb?"

He covered those evil and terrifying eyes, but the smile on his face became more and more exaggerated and crazy.

"Hahaha--"

The dark and gloomy figure gradually became transparent and slowly disappeared on the throne.

All the ghosts in the ghost world clearly heard his terrifying and treacherous laughter, so they had to shrink back into their lairs, shrinking their sense of existence, hugging themselves and shivering.

.....

Lin Chen feels very bad now, he is surrounded by crowds.

On the bustling ancient streets, he, a short-haired boy in a black and white uniform, obviously looked very weird and peculiar.

People coming and going couldn't help but stop to look at him, and the women in the brothel Chu Pavilion smiled coquettishly and whispered.

The aristocrats dressed in gorgeous silk and satin sat on the tall teahouse and looked down at him, with malicious and contempt in their eyes, they sneered, as if they were talking about something.

The vendors on the street also looked at him from time to time, with pity in their eyes but also rejection and malice towards his attire.

Is he time-traveling?

So, which dynasty is this?

What about Lin Mobai and the others?

Lin Chen stood there blankly, while a boy dressed as a servant ran out of the teahouse panting.

"This, this young master, my young master invites you to go up and sit down."

He subconsciously raised his head and looked up the teahouse.

But it ran into the eyes of those noble boys full of malice and resentment.

What the hell is going on with these people?