I shouted lowly, and my heart suddenly thought, is there anyone else here besides me?
But when he looked carefully, he found that the figure had disappeared again.
Without further ado, I hurriedly chased after him, and soon I came to the corner ahead, when I happened to see a figure fluttering past.
I subconsciously became vigilant and prepared for unexpected events at any time, but as I kept getting closer to the corner, an extremely noisy sound came from my ears. This sound was very familiar to me, and it was very similar to the sounds from the countryside when I was a child.
market.
I became more and more curious, and stepped out step by step. The next moment, I was completely shocked.
Because the scene suddenly changed. The originally dark passage turned into a bright street for some reason. Thick crowds filled the entire street, creating an extremely prosperous picture.
It's just that these people obviously don't look like contemporary people. Their foreheads are shaved and shiny, but they have a big braid on the back of their heads. At first glance, they look like people from the Qing Dynasty.
I couldn't help but take in a breath of air-conditioning. Obviously, what I saw now was not a real scene, but more like the mirror image of Zhong Kui killing the red dragon that I saw in the underworld before.
It's just that the scene in front of me is clearer and more real than what I saw before.
At this moment, I don't know who shouted, and the crowd began to gather quickly in one direction, and soon the area was completely blocked.
After hesitating for a moment, I took steps and walked forward slowly.
Even though there was a huge crowd of people, I didn't need to do anything to avoid it, because my body could easily pass through them and reach the center surrounded by them.
It turns out that this is a market entrance, and the middle section is where a death row prisoner was executed.
I saw a row of criminals kneeling on the execution platform, with two executioners standing next to them. Their faces were illuminated by the gleaming ghost-head swords, making the scene look a bit chilling.
As the executioner gave the order and threw away the sword in his hand, the executioner raised the ghost-head sword in his hand high.
At this time, among the people who were about to have their heads chopped off, one person suddenly raised his head and looked up to the sky and laughed. While laughing, he shouted: "If you want to kill the thief, you will be unable to save yourself. If you die a worthy death, be happy!"
My heart suddenly shook, and my eyes widened in disbelief.
Why do these words sound so familiar?
Could it be that the person shouting this was Tan Sitong, one of the Six Gentlemen in the Reform Movement of 1898?
I glanced around and saw exactly 6 people being executed...
My throat felt a little tight. There would never be such a coincidence in the world. It was definitely just a few of them.
"Stop!" I couldn't help but said.
However, no one heard my voice at all. It was like an outsider watching a movie. I could see them, but they couldn't see me.
At this time, the executioner raised the ghost-headed knife in his hand high. After the cold light flashed, the head of the Six Gentlemen of Wuxu rolled on the ground like a rubber ball.
Blood spurted out several feet high, staining the ground red.
This was the first time I saw a living person being beheaded. Although it was just a mirror image, it felt like I was actually at the scene.
I opened my mouth, but no sound could come out from my throat. I only felt that my heart was extremely uncomfortable.
Six lives died in front of my eyes.
And they are still six loyal men!
For a moment, I didn't know what it felt like.
Zeng didn’t hear that loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains. Why return the corpses wrapped in horse leather? How heroic and tragic it must be? Even if the soldiers are killed in the battlefield, they have no regrets, because they have the country and the world in their hearts, so they serve the country.
Sacrifice your life without regrets...
However, the Six Gentlemen of 1898 also had the world at heart, but they ended up with a completely different end. Although they also had feelings for their family and country, and were enthusiastic about throwing their lives and blood for the dawn of the world, they were born at the wrong time, and the reform failed.
But they could only die in the hands of their own people, with their bodies and heads in a different place. Think about how desolate they must have felt at that time.
Their fate, just like that of all reformers from ancient times to the present, has already been doomed.
Whether it is Shang Yang, Li Kui, Guan Zhong, Wang Anshi, Zhang Juzheng...
Which one of them is not a hero? Which one does not have the world in mind? But in the end, no one can end up well!
Maybe this world is like this. If there is no fairness and justice at all, the people standing on it are so high above others and enjoying the glory and wealth brought by their status, how can they hear the sufferings of the world?
So what if I heard it?
On the contrary, they regard those who try to challenge the rules as a thorn in their flesh. How can they tolerate them living in this world and provoking themselves?
Sad...sigh...
But this is human nature.
I suddenly thought about my dad, is he the same as them?
No wonder, this place is obviously a place with dragon veins, but why is there such a strong yin energy?
Presumably, even if the souls of these murdered people are gone, the resentment in their hearts will remain here for a long time, thus permeating this land over time.
I don’t know how many people died in Caishikou here?
I sighed softly, gently raised my fists and bowed three times.
"It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time and won't be able to see this peaceful and prosperous age!"
After I finished speaking, I didn't pause at all. I picked up my steps and continued walking forward, and these scenes disappeared in an instant as I left, falling into darkness again.
The underground dragon veins are twists and turns. How long are they? They are as huge as the Imperial City above their heads.
This time I didn’t know how long I had to go, but once again I saw the scene that had happened before...
This time, it’s the Ming Dynasty...
Then the third time, the fourth time...
It was like a replay of history. I watched dynasties thrive here one after another. I watched the palaces with incomparable splendor. I watched the emperors towering over them. I also saw the war burning into the capital. I also saw the displacement of the people.
They prospered and then they rotted and withered...
Sometimes it is majestic, sometimes it is humble and insignificant. Although it is just a small picture, it reflects the original history and makes me feel like I have traveled back in time.
I don't know why I see these?
But my state of mind gradually changed in one picture after another. Every time it floated high and then fell, it gave me the illusion that time was out of order.
Finally, I saw the last painting.
Countless young people gathered together. Looking at their clothes, they looked like a group of college students. They stood densely in a huge square, shouting excitedly?...
This cheered me up because I finally saw what was happening in our time.
I want to know what happened?
But I don’t know why, this time the picture was very blurry, and I couldn’t even hear clearly what they were shouting...
Just when I wanted to get closer and take a look, a strong wind blew over me and rolled up my clothes, bringing with it a strong evil aura!
Suddenly, they all turned around and their eyes instantly fell on me.
Only then did I realize that their eyes were blood red, and a violent blood evil aura rushed towards them. This evil aura was extremely strong, even worse than the one on the red dragon. I felt as if I had been soaked in the extremely foul-smelling blood.
In the fog...
Something's wrong!
My face turned pale and ugly.
What I saw this time was not a mirror image, because the evil spirit was real.
what happened?
What happened here?
I don’t know why, but I felt waves of panic, and an uncontrollable negative emotion that penetrated directly into my body. This was a kind of resentment and fear that I had never experienced before!
I was shocked in my heart. Just when I was about to use my strength to resist, I suddenly heard bursts of rumbling sounds from somewhere, like countless machines roaring.
Strangely enough, the moment the voice sounded, the countless figures suddenly showed fear on their faces, and after a few breaths, they suddenly disappeared.
I gasped for air, cold sweat dripped down my forehead, and all the clothes on my body were soaked.
So what happened?
"Why!"
A familiar sigh sounded, it was the dragon soul here.
"You're finally here!"
"Thank you for what you gave me before, you shouldn't be here!"
I was shocked and quickly looked for the sound. The sound came from not far ahead. It didn't seem to be too far away from me.
I took a deep breath, quickly quickened my pace and ran forward.
Not long after, a breeze blew over, and I seemed to see a faint light.