Xiang Que's hair was white and his hair was one foot longer. After that long whistle, he became crazy.

After entering Mount Li for ten days without fruit, he climbed to the Mausoleum of the First Emperor for half a month without hope, and Xiang Que was forced to get into a devil.

He came to Guanhuangling to naturally want to improve his cultivation to carry the old tomb of Xishan two and a half years later, but his mood was affected when Guanling was fruitless, which is commonly known as being stubborn and suffering from depression.

The crazy and irritating Taoist energy in his body had nowhere to vent, which made him turn white overnight, his hair grows to a foot. With a dress of ragged clothes, he was like a homeless man begging on the street.

From that day on, there was a madman in the scenic area of ​​the Mausoleum of the Shihuang. A crazy young man with white hair was sitting under the stone tablet with his eyes blank and empty eyes looking at Qin Shihuang's tomb.

There was a sentence that was always repeated.

"Why... Why... Can't see anything"

At night, the crazy young man curled up under the stone tablet and slept, never moving. Even if it rained heavily on the top of the mountain, he would let the rain fall on his body and remain indifferent, as if he was stupid and didn't know how to shelter from the rain.

On weekdays, tourists passing by in the scenic area would throw some food at him, and the staff would sometimes give him some food, completely treating him as a helpless homeless man.

When you meet someone who is not very good-minded and in a bad mood, a madman will be slapped twice and kicked a few times, but he never responds.

Fortunately, this homeless man just occasionally said that sentence and never harassed tourists. Over time, the people in the scenic area ignored him at all.

Half a month later, Xiang Que's hair became whiter and longer. A white hair covered his head and couldn't see any face clearly. It covered his body with dirt. He became even more mysterious. After waking up during the day, he was one.

People stagger around the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, muttering and drawing circles, and they walked all day long.

Day after day, the homeless man seemed to have taken root in the scenic area of ​​the First Emperor Mausoleum, without any intention of leaving. He repeated one thing every day. He woke up in the morning and circled around the First Emperor Mausoleum, and returned to sleep under the stone tablet at night.

Some people eat just one bite, and when they are thirsty, they go to the bridle to drink water.

On June 10th, the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, there were surprisingly many tourists on this Emperor’s Mausoleum, crowded with people, crowded with mountains and crowded.

A madman wandered in the crowd with his shoulders hanging down, muttering something in his mouth. He walked without distinction between straight lines and curves, and he walked completely by his mood, or stopped or suddenly turned a corner, or he was stumbled and fell down.

His steps were quite ethereal. After walking around the top of the mountain for a few times, he met many people. Those who were too big didn't care much about it. Those who were too stingy would curse, but when he saw that he was a lunatic, he was quite helpless.

This madman seemed tireless and kept interspersing among the tourists, and he always said the same sentence.

Later, the staff of the scenic spot had no choice. The two of them quickly clamped their arms and dragged them out: "Brother, just let it go if you practice Lingbo microwave here. At this time, there were so many people like canned sardines, you just

Don't make trouble for us, hurry up, I'll find you a cool place, can you eat some food? Then take a nap and wait for this long holiday, we don't care about you when you are fighting on the swordsmanship in Huashan

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"Why... Why can't you see it?" The madman let the person hold him forward, still muttering in his mouth.

"I feel that he has spent more than 100,000 Whys in the past month, why did he repeat this sentence? Do you think he read too many of 100,000 when he was a child, and then he was crazy?"

"I'll go, there's still a possibility?" The person next to him shivered.

"Why can't it? Otherwise, why are he always muttering that sentence? Alas, why are you trembling?" ~k coolj. Jiangwang=c first release 0j {

"I'm so shit, I have to go home quickly. I just bought this book for my son the day before yesterday, so I'll go back and burn it."

The two of them put Xiang Que in the office of the scenic area, then put down a box of lunch boxes and went out to work hard. Xiang Que had no feelings about this at all. After dinner, he was walking around the room alone, with his mouth in his mouth.

Keep talking.

I don’t know how long it took, and it was almost evening when the number of tourists in the Shihuang Mausoleum Scenic Area decreased, two business vehicles drove straight from a small road at the foot of the mountain to the office of the Shanshang Scenic Area. The person in charge had already received the call and waited in front of the door.

Several people got out of the two business cars, in their twenties and thirties, both men and women.

The person in charge of the scenic spot was very enthusiastic. After coming forward to meet them, they invited them into the reception room. As soon as the group of people entered the building, they saw a crazy figure swaying in the corridor.

"More than a month ago, a homeless man came to the mountain. After coming here, he stopped leaving. He wandered around the imperial tomb every day, and for more than a month, why did he come here today?" The person in charge explained a few words and wrinkled.

Mei walked up to Xiangque and patted his shoulder: "It would be nice to find a place to stay honestly if you don't rush you. Don't just walk around everywhere, don't hear it?"

The madman with disheveled hair continued to circle: "Why... Why... Why... Can't you see anything?"

"Let's go, let's go, don't worry about him anyway, he won't be in trouble, otherwise we would have been driven out long ago." The person in charge called the few people behind him to walk into the reception room with a headache.

When the group of people passed by the madman, a woman with light makeup turned around and stopped looking at the madman's back.

"What are you looking at? What's the good thing about a lunatic?" Another woman beside her pulled her.

The woman sighed and smiled, "Maybe she was tired and a little dazzled. She thought he looked familiar."

"Haha, familiar? Do you think anyone you know can become like this?"

"Maybe it's just dazzled." The woman looked back at the madman and shook her head helplessly.

When she turned her head, the madman's back appeared in front of her again. She wanted to overlap this crazy person with the figure in her mind, but she found that the two figures could never be completely complete.

, the tightly seam overlaps together.

She asked herself that the two of them could not find anything in common, maybe they were just a little similar in shape.

After several people who got off the two business cars left the conference room, they were arranged in several rooms by the person in charge of the scenic area. The Lishan Shihuang Mausoleum Scenic Area did not provide accommodation services, but since the Shihuang Mausoleum was excavated

Every year, some people in the scenic area use their connections to live forever, and they live for more than a month, and even a few months.
Chapter completed!