After the global recovery I crossed

With that jade pendant, the harvest of this day would not be considered shabby anyway.

In the following time, Lin Xingtao huddled in the corner and basked in the sun as he should. He stretched out his hand to see the blue veins of his pale palm exposed in the winter sun.

These hands haven't experienced any rough and chores yet, so they still look pampered.

That Second Miss Xiao took a fancy to Da Le at first, and she didn't know how she saw that Da Le was different. In short, she didn't give a little benefit with special intentions, and she had the right to take a beneficial and harmless next move—— I don't expect this move to have any effect, but what if one day this move becomes the key to reversing the situation.

After Lin Xingtao's comparison, Second Miss Xiao paid them a higher level of importance and gave them tokens.

Lin Xingtao didn't know how to use the token, but he probably didn't immediately go to her with the token.

He looked at his hands, wondering what they would look like when he saw her again.

He wasn't worried that his hands would become rough and black, but he was worried that his courage to offend in front of nobles today and the confidence he had when he first came to another world would be polished away by his ordinary and miserable life.

If that Second Miss Xiao had a darker heart, then even if he died now, it would be just a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

The sound of carriages and horses was noisy.He misses his mother, relatives, classmates, and even the stray cats and dogs on campus.

Those days when he was unable to leave in the Taoist temple were really uncomfortable. If it weren't for the premonition in his heart that he would go back sooner or later to support him and the lovely children to encourage him, he might have been depressed.

He has always felt that the authors of time-travel novels should not set the protagonists as orphans just to save trouble—even if they are orphans without the fetters of parental affection, they should have their own friendships, careers, and so on.

Suddenly losing everything and suddenly becoming someone else, how can people be excited and eager to try at the beginning.

"From now on, I will be XXX. If I come, I will be safe." Once these two sentences appear in the novel, Lin Xingtao will be a little annoyed.

Don't be like this, don't abandon the name that you have survived so easily, let alone accept the settings of other worlds so easily.

Just like Lin Xingtao himself, he thought he would be interested in the special forces that exist in this world, but he needs to worry more about the plight of reality.

"Teacher, let's go back early today." Da Le's words woke up Lin Xingtao, who was basking in the sun and was slightly literary.

"Hmm." He nodded.

Looking up, it was almost dusk, and a little ink soaked the edge of the sky and invaded the middle.

Like an inevitable nightmare.

"Hey, it's the Taoist priest who gave me the potion!" Da Le suddenly exclaimed.

Following Dale's line of sight, he saw a young man with long hair.

Wearing a black military uniform, a yellow Taoist robe, a five-sacred crown on his head, and cloud-climbing boots.

His face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like stars, holding a handful of jade ruyis in his hands, he slightly lowered his eyes to listen to the words of a little boy serving him.

Lin Xingtao observed him carefully, only to find that his age may not be as young as he imagined, but his eyes are too bright, making him look younger.

He raised his head slightly and looked towards Lin Xingtao.

Lin Xingtao's sight was as real as it was, for some reason Lin Xingtao felt stabbed all over his body, and he couldn't help but pull Da Le to block in front of him.

Da Le waved at the Taoist priest.

"Won't the teacher thank him for the medicine?"

"tell you later."

Lin Xingtao walked out of the market with everyone, and then turned back.

The Taoist priest directed the little boy to distribute medicine to the people around him, but he himself had an attitude of examining people.

If there is a seemingly non-existent but real indifference and arrogance, this makes Lin Xingtao temporarily stop thinking about finding him to get in touch with special powers.

——After all, he knows that this is a terrifying world that doesn't look at faces.

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Lin Xingtao opened the door after returning to the Taoist temple by taking the same unusual path as when he came.

His hand paused, and suddenly he remembered the half of the palm hanging on the door.

In the morning he threw his palm on the open space outside the building, but the doorknob hadn't been wiped clean.

He raised his palm, always feeling that his hand was stained with an indescribable smell of blood.

"Qingqing, quickly sprinkle some incense ash on my hand to get rid of the evil."

Qingqing happily hugged the incense burner and asked Lin Xingtao to insert her hand.

Seeing her so happy, Lin Xingtao couldn't help being surprised: "Is there any good news, so happy."

Qingqing bent her eyes: "Because everyone came back safely, and I guess there must be something good to go out this trip!"

"That's a must. I'll do it if I have a teacher." Lin Xingtao immediately felt complacent.

With yelling, everyone shared today's harvest.

Everyone can eat delicious buns.

There is no oil or water in the stuffing, and there is only a little residual heat left in the clothes, but holding the buns is like holding the warm sunshine.

Da Le lit the pyre, and the flames reflected tired but excited faces.

Qingqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, stained with a smile in the corner of her eyes.

It's not just her, pairs of bright eyes hurt people's hearts through the thick time and space.

Everyone is a happy little sun.

Lin Xingtao looked at all this and suddenly felt that this was very good.

But if he really wants to live like this for the rest of his life - he won't be reconciled.Perhaps, he should follow Da Le to find that Second Miss Xiao, or that Taoist priest?Just like a multiple-choice question in a game, it will point to a completely different ending.

"Teacher, tell us a story!"

"It's too hot, the teacher said something scary!"

Lin Xingtao was so barren that only basketball and handsome were left. A series of terrifying online novels flashed through his head.

I don't know how to talk about Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and I only remember a man who gave birth to a child with his ribs in this life.

Lin Xingtao cleared his throat and began to tell the story.

"One night it snowed, and I hid in a small Taoist temple."

"I was the only one in the Taoist temple. I woke up in the middle of the night and was going to put water outside."

The words "release the water" made Qingqing cover her mouth and smile slightly.

"Just as I was going out, I found a painting by the door."

"There are two people in the painting. One is tall and the other is short, but their faces are blue as if they are dead. It looks a bit strange."

"I thought it must be a very precious painting, because the people in the painting are so lifelike. I looked closely and could almost see every strand of hair. I almost thought I could hear their breathing, but are they paintings? , not breathing."

"The frame is also well framed, and the two people fit right into the frame."

Everyone listened intently and even looked towards the door of the Taoist temple.

"It's strange why there are paintings next to the gate of the Taoist temple."

"There may be other Taoist temples. The one in the painting must be a sealed monster."

Lin Xingtao continued: "But the door suddenly couldn't be opened, so I had no choice but to solve it in the Taoist temple."

"When I woke up the next day, I found—"

"No painting at all! Just one window!"

"And the window is open!"

Lin Xingtao smiled slightly: "The story is over."

Everyone was lost in thought.

The smartest Qingqing understood after a little thought, and hurriedly shouted:

"It's not a painting at all! It's just two dead men standing outside the window!"

"The scariest thing is that teacher, you are face to face with those two dead men! You can see their hair clearly!"

Everyone reacted in an uproar.

"Fortunately, the teacher didn't go out."

"What an interesting story."

Amid all the chatter, Da Le got up from the ground without fear and walked to the window by the door.

poke your head out.

"Brother Dale is so powerful, he is not afraid at all."

However, in the next second, Da Le uttered a strange cry, hurriedly retracted his head, and hid aside.

Qingqing couldn't help laughing at him: "It's just a story, Dale is so embarrassing." The others also laughed.

Da Le quickly waved his hands and said in a low voice, "Oh no, really, there's a corpse down there!"

-

Everyone, you squeeze me and I squeeze you and walk to the window.

Lin Qi'er set an example and acted like Mang Tao with a calm expression and the courage of all men.

"Wu that monster! Don't deceive me that the group of Taoist temples are old and powerless!"

He didn't know what he yelled, and he poked his head out.

There was nothing under the windows but snow.

"Good luck to you, even those with thick eyebrows and big eyes can deceive people!"

"I didn't! Really! There was really something like an old monster there just now!"

Da Le leaned against the door and shouted when he heard the words.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Da Le tensed up, and hurriedly left the door.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Lin Xingtao remembered the half of his bloody hand, maybe that hand came back and knocked on the door.

Qingqing pursed her lips and quickly brought the incense burner.

They backed up to the idol.

"There are really ghosts and ghosts in this world, so will telling ghost stories attract ghosts?" Lin Xingtao thought.

But the sound was different from last time.

Suddenly, the door opened with a "squeak".

A slender shadow was reflected in the doorway, like a branch buried in the snow.

The subtle wind and snow poured into the Taoist temple, almost blinding people's eyes.

Qingqing suppressed a scream, raised a smear of incense ash and threw it towards the door.

That figure was standing still, gray ash mixed with white fine snow, being sucked away by the wind outside.

There was a sharp bird cry.

"Gah-"

It was the most unbearable sound of fingernails scratching glass.

"Peng—" There was another dull sound of something falling on the snow.

Lin Xingtao held Qingqing and Dale's hands tightly, and he saw red and black blood flowing out of the door.

The warm blood melted the snow, and a nauseous fishy smell wafted in the air.

Something was thrown through the door.

Lin Xingtao took a closer look.

It's that palm.

Flesh has dried up and bones are black.

Just like that, it fell in front of them.

Suddenly, his hair stood on end.

A peeping gaze projected from outside the door.

It is watching us.

there is something.

coming.

The author has something to say: Lin Xingtao: I am autistic, this world does not care about faces.

In the next chapter, we will touch on the setting of special power throws.