This page looks best with JavaScript enabled
Chapter 1 Remembering a Failed Tribulation
Dark clouds were piled up, and there was a swirling black center above the city. A hole was opened in the sky, and lightning thundered and rumbling.
A few young people are gathering, Hu Kan.
"Speaking of my roommate... that's Lin Shu," one of the young people sighed, "I'm sick, but I haven't seen him say a word."
The people around him pulled out a can of beer and echoed: "They said he was dumb and he didn't even have an expression, so he went out to find a place to live by himself. I really don't want to see him, fuck."
An extremely loud thunder cracked in everyone's ears, and the rain was pouring down with deafening.
They all turned to the window together: "It's fucking big."
The young man who complained just now raised his eyelids and looked to the sky, suddenly froze, and his eyes widened.
"This..." He hesitated and said in surprise, "Lao San, on the top of the building over there, isn't that the dead face standing there?"
The youngest squinted his short-sighted eyes, "Really, it's such a heavy rain, is this person really mentally ill?"
"It's not depression, it has to be autism. Anyway, it's abnormal," the young man snorted and snorted. "Hey, the third child, why do you think he is holding things in his arms?"
"Mental patients are so happy--looks like a sword."
However, before they could see it clearly, a scene beyond their cognition happened.
A huge purple thunder snaked unimaginable radial lines in the black sky, and went straight towards the figure at the top of the distant building. The light at that moment was too dazzling, and no one could see what was happening.
On the street downstairs, many people took photos with excitement under the rain, with the words "The huge thunderstorm in City X is like the end of the world, where is the fellow Taoist to survive the catastrophe?"
——This is the last time they saw Lin Shu.
When Lin Shu woke up, he felt that he was lying down, rolled his eyes hard and tried to open his eyes.
"Little fool is awake!" A heavy accent sounded in his ears.
His body froze immediately, his eyelids were as heavy as Taishan, his bones were rusted, and he almost couldn't breathe.
I am allergic to people, really.
He took a few deep breaths, the air was moist, and it smelled terribly bad.
He tried to run infuriating energy, without any cultivation base.
"Why haven't there been any movement?" The voice continued to ring, a middle-aged lady with a loud voice, she seemed to stretch out her hand and leaned towards herself.
Imagining the heat of the approaching human body, Lin Shu's senses exploded, and his eyes suddenly opened.
Auntie was also taken aback by his sudden eye opening: "Thousands of swords!"
Lin Shu stiffened, took a few breaths, and finally saw the surroundings in dizziness.
The auntie in front of the bed looked fierce and wicked. She was wearing a linen skirt with her hair curled up and a piece of fine wood inserted. She was not a modern dress.
I was in a thatched hut, which was extremely dilapidated, and the walls were pitted with mold. If you make a retro movie, it is not easy to build such a shabby house.
Lin Shu: "..."
Human tragedy.
He just wanted to survive the catastrophe—after the crossing, he was not far from the ascent. But there was class in the evening, and he didn't have time to leave the city to find the wilderness to travel, so he had to choose the tallest building nearby, so as not to disturb ordinary people.
The bad thing is in this building-it's so deadly. A huge lightning rod is installed. The sky thunder did not hit him, and it was all led down by the lightning rod. Immortal cultivators, who are not sincere and determined, try to avoid the catastrophe with the help of foreign objects, without exception, will be condemned by the heavens.
He really didn't expect that the lightning rod could actually lead the thunder away.
Modern physics hurt me.
Lin Shu took a few breaths and felt his body.
The meridians are extremely stagnant, the roots are bizarre, and the mediocre aptitude is to close your eyes and blow, and if you want to cultivate immortality, it is because the toad wants to eat swan meat.
He is like a student who has been punished for cheating, not only has to retake, but also has torn textbooks.
Seeing him look dull, the aunt disappeared, and sighed: "I've been silly for almost ten years, and it's not good-running into the corner of the corner all day, this time I am flooded, so I have a long memory."
A man yelled from a long distance, and the aunt gave him a "hey" cry, pressed the corner of the bed, turned and left.
Her hand nearly brushed Lin Shu's neck, causing Lin Shu's goose bumps. He had difficulty breathing and it took a long time to get over.
The auntie's move was really normal and kind, but Lin Shu couldn't accept contact with people. The quilt was strangely damp and cold as iron, and the cover was even more uncomfortable than no cover. It was really no blessing to suffer.
When the auntie walked away, he got up from the bed, pushed open the sticky wooden door, and looked out. What you can see is the same dilapidated houses, gathered in twos and threes, like a village. The courtyard I was in was located on the periphery of the village. The outside of the village was deserted farmland. A little further away, it was gray and covered by fog, and nothing was visible.
The sky is strange and very dark. If it is early morning, there are people walking around, and smoke is curling up; it is also far-fetched in the evening, the sky is gray and black, there is no star or moon, and there is no shadow of the afterglow of the setting sun, ghosts, and buildings. unlucky. He couldn't think of anything for a while, and wanted to observe it again. When he saw villagers walking outside, the leg that he wanted to step out retracted again, turned and walked back to the room.
The room is really lacklustre, broken and messy. The furniture has only one bed and a table in front of the bed. There is no mirror, and you can't see himself. He thinks of the "little idiot" and "little crazy dog" that the lady said. I guess that this shell of myself is indeed a dear man with an intellectual deficiency, and I don't know what kind of respect it looks like.
Lin Shu felt a bit suffocated after touching his weed-like hair.
At this moment, the courtyard gate was overthrown with a creak, and footsteps heard behind him. He turned his head and saw that the person who came was still the lady.
The auntie carried a white bowl, crossed the threshold, and said like a dog: "Little fool, we're eating!"
After shouting, the little idiot turned his head and looked at himself, his expression still not very normal, but it was also very different from before.
The aunt frowned: "How can I be more stupid after falling once."
After speaking, she put the bowl on the table and turned to leave.
There are not many quiet people in this world, and fools are one of them, because no one can talk to a fool. This was something Lin Shu had never wanted, but it couldn't work now. He has to communicate with someone, otherwise, he can only be a fool here for a lifetime. Although he likes being quiet, he doesn't want to be a fool—especially a fool with a moldy quilt in a moldy room.
So when the auntie was about to go out, she heard a trembling voice from behind: "...Thank you."
Auntie: "Ah!"
She turned around suddenly: "You are not stupid!"
Lin Shu nodded stiffly.
The auntie almost wanted to dance, she raised her throat and said loudly to the outside: "Little fool is not stupid!"
Cluttered footsteps rang, and for a moment, a large group of thin-faced villagers gathered in Urala at the door, all of them craned their necks and looked into the house.
"Is the little fool not stupid?"
"Is the little fool really stupid?"
"The little fool is not stupid!"
Lin Shu: "..."
How can a fool make such a big noise when he suddenly becomes clever?
The aunt put the bowl down, shivered forward, and took Lin Shu's hand: "You... what can't you remember?"
Lin Shu: "!!!"
He was gripped by the aunt, his hair standing upright, his eyes turned black, and he took a few steps back like an electric shock, almost flying away.
Unexpectedly, the auntie knelt down: "You must save us!"
Seeing the auntie knelt down, the villagers followed suit, kowtowing at the door: "You must save us!"
Lin Shu moved his lips, struggling to organize his language, and wanted to ask why these people kneel on their own.
Unexpectedly, haven't spoken for a long time, and can't organize it.
He said with difficulty: "What do you want me to do?"
Several people talked in a rush, especially the auntie's voice is the loudest. Fortunately, although Lin Shu could hardly speak, he would still be able to listen to them, and he barely understood what they meant.
Ten years ago, don’t know what monsters and monsters are causing the trouble. In short, there is a great disaster. When the whole village is in danger, an immortal passed by and used spells to protect it for ten years. The condition is that the villagers are entrusted with a foolish man. Little fool, said he was his apprentice.
The villagers asked again, if the spell can last ten years, what will happen after ten years.
The fairy fought a lot of chances, said a lot of magic words like "but wait for the chance to come", and left without a trace.
Now, the ten-year period is approaching, and the magic barrier is crumbling, but the little fool is not stupid. It can be seen that the opportunity has come, and the villagers are naturally overjoyed, only hoping that the suddenly enlightened little fool can have a way to deal with it.
Lin Shu looked outside.
It was still the same scene—the ghost atmosphere was filled with ghosts, and it was said that the fog was extinct, and it was all living corpses and ghosts. The whole village is like an isolated island on the sea. There has been no news from the outside for ten years. Even if the villager wants to break his head, there is no way to get out, and if he has no countermeasures, he will also be trapped here.
He has cultivated immortals since he was a child, with excellent roots and bones. He has cultivated for more than ten years, and he has been sent to this place by the way of heaven. Not only is he trapped, but he has to talk to people. It is a difficulty that has never been seen before.
Lin Shu stood there, took a few deep breaths, and did some psychological construction before finally organizing the language, and asked, "Is there a sword?"
The villagers looked at him together, their knees were a little weak, and they wanted to bow their heads.
I didn't expect that the little idiot would be so calm and calm once he was enlightened. He was indeed a superior demeanor, and the fairy would not deceive me.