Chapter 1 The Death of a Man In the empty night, like an old man who is about to die, he looks pale and weak.
There was a candlelight swaying in the distance, like a will-o'-the-wisp swinging among the tombs. The darkness penetrated people, but it gave people in the dark the light of day, making people afraid and afraid to leave.
The candlelight comes from a hut. The hut faces east and west. It is located on a mountain and looks to the west. It is a great misfortune. The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon says: The house is the foundation of human beings. People regard the house as their home. If they live peacefully, the family will be prosperous.
If it is uneasy, it means that the family is in decline. It means that this dangerous house will affect the fate of the descendants of the family. And the layout of this place is like this. Is there something unspeakable, or is it something that must be reversed? Perhaps even the owner will not know.
There is a bluestone pavement in front of the hut. The bluestones are paved haphazardly and without any order. The bluestones are covered with concave and convex pits of different sizes. Each pit has a spiral pattern extending to the bottom of the pit. The sharp bottom of the pit is sharp when reversed.
Sharp tools. Perhaps only the uncanny workmanship of nature can create such incredible wonders, giving people a sense of mystery.
The stone patterns as thick as willow branches around the stone pit are densely packed in the woods like spider webs, making people feel dizzy. If you look at them for a long time, a buzzing sound will come from the depths of your mind, shaking your brain and making you unconscious.
He knelt down and held his head, unable to control himself for a long time.
There was only a completely black wooden bed in the hut, and on the bed was a terminally ill old man. The old man was horribly emaciated, with just a layer of skin covering his bones, and his eyes were sunken into the sockets, without any light or emotion.
There was the sound of footsteps, and a reflective smile appeared on the old man's face.
"Grandpa," a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy entered the hut. He was wearing a blue school uniform, which was washed clean and looked slightly white. The boy's skin was dark, and his bright eyes were full of arrogance and a sense of completeness.
The arrogance of not taking God seriously.
"Mo'er, sit down, grandpa wants to tell you something," the old man said weakly. Li Mo looked at his grandpa's black and blue face and felt that it was different from usual, so he hurriedly threw his schoolbag on the ground, "Thump"
There was a sound, and a corner of a hatchet was exposed from his schoolbag, vaguely stained with blood. Li Mo didn't say anything more and immediately knelt down by the bed.
The old man coughed and stretched out his thin stick-like hands to grab Li Mo: "Mo'er, you are sixteen years old and an adult. Grandpa knows that you are full of ambition, passionate, talented, and aloof.
I don't want to accept the world, I want to have my own thing, and I don't want to die alone in this mountain, haha," the old man frowned slightly and spoke intermittently. He couldn't help but smile bitterly when he said this.
Gusts of wind blew, and the candlelight swayed faster, reflecting the figures of his grandfather and grandson on the wall. Li Mo looked at his grandfather quietly. He knew that these were the parting words of his only relative. Tears were swaying in his eyes. He had already
I can’t remember when I cried or how many years I haven’t shed tears.
"Grandpa has lived in this mountain for seventy-three years and has never left. I'm sorry for your departure, grandma, and your father. What's more, grandpa feels guilty and doesn't dare to face you. Grandpa doesn't want you to leave us.
The fate of our ancestors."
"Grandpa, I listen to you, and Mo'er will always listen to you." After hearing this, Li Mo seemed to have caught something and said softly.
When the old man heard this, he was overflowing with joy: "Our Li family has been guarding these mountains for thousands of years. We have been living in this dense mountain since I don't know when. We are neighbors with wild beasts and playmates with the wind. We don't know how many years.
The thing is an ax that is said to be quite magical. A wealthy family in the Zeng Dynasty has been lost to history and shrunk to the foot of the mountain."
"Alas..." A long sigh caused the old man to cough even more. After panting for a while, the old man moved his jaw, trembling, and spoke obviously faster, because he felt that he
Life passes quickly.
"Grandpa doesn't want you to be like me, losing the one you love because of inexplicable protection and spending your whole life in loneliness." As he said this, tears flowed from the corners of the old man's eyes.
"Mo'er, Mo'er, you have to remember, burn everything here, don't care about his bullshit fate, leave here and never come back. A good death is better than an ignoble existence."
"There are many things that Grandpa didn't have time to say. You will understand when you see the book under the axe."
"Mo'er, you have to be worthy of your own heart. Grandpa is gone. Grandpa will miss you..."
After the old man finished speaking these words with all his strength, he stopped breathing, as if he was trapped in endless memories. He also seemed to be infinitely relieved and full of relaxation. Li Mo looked at his grandfather's face, tears falling involuntarily.
Li Mo, who has been calm since childhood, did not cry or make a fuss.
Knowing that this day would come, it was useless to just cry. After a moment of silence, I turned around and looked at the ax on the Eight Immortals' table. The ax was pure black, simple in style, with hidden lines, and occasionally shining with a mysterious black light.
, what is surprising is this black light, it is something extraordinary at first glance.
Picking up the axe, Li Mo hurriedly looked at the book left by his grandfather. It was a strange, square, three-page book. It was called a book because the paper was very thick, but it had not yellowed due to age. The whole body was black and covered with
Strange lines. What’s even more strange is that there are white characters on it with dragons and phoenixes flying around. I don’t know what kind of pen it was written with. The pen is strong and powerful, dripping with white, and has a wild and unruly feel, but the end of the pen is slightly regular, how helpless it is.
meaning.
Li Mo picked up the book slowly. The book, which he thought was very heavy, didn't seem to be something in his hand. It was surprisingly light.
Clan slave, two large platinum characters stand in the middle, eye-catching.
Li Mo gently opened the book, and the reasons for these thousands of years came to his eyes one by one.
The Li family is a descendant of the sage Shaohao. Li Mo's family is a member of the Mishan lineage of the Li family. It was a famous family here thousands of years ago. The incense has continued for thousands of years and has never been cut off, so it has never left here.
.The mission passed down by the family is to guard an ax that is rumored to be able to save all people. It may be the forbidden divine ax in myth, waiting for the arrival of the person who uses the axe. During this period, some members of the clan could not bear to be lonely and stayed away from here, but they were all inexplicable.
Death, no one who left Mishan was spared. Over time, it was said that the family was cursed by God.
How many generations, with millenniums of expectation, have devoutly prayed for the gods to come and bless them, to lift the law of the curse of formlessness and nothingness. To escape the predicament of death, they are like caged birds returning to the mountains and forests to fly freely, or netting fish to the bottom of the sea to fight against sea langs.
This is a beautiful wish after all, but it has never been realized for thousands of years. How many people have been waiting for it with gray hair and withered bones. At the foot of the dense mountain, there are more than thousands of tombs. Haunting, dozens of thousand-year-old trees stand in front of the tombs, green and powerful.
It is glowing with vitality, as if witnessing the so-called slaves of the clan.
After reading the book, I realized that this was a mission talisman for the descendants of the Li clan to protect. It had its own divine will, coming from the Nine Heavens and rushing towards the clan slaves.
Li Mo is not an absolute atheist because of his grandfather, but Li Mo doesn't completely believe in such incredible things. No one will believe it unless they have personally experienced it.
Quietly, time flows like a river and passes by quietly.
Li Mo frowned for a moment, put down the book, turned to look at his grandfather, and then looked back at the legendary forbidden axe. After a few breaths, a resolute look appeared on his face.
The breeze blew by, and Li Mo stared at the new grave made of loess. His eyes ached, and his tears never stopped. There were no cries of pain, but only silent sadness.
"It's time to leave," Li Mo said without any nostalgia.
Standing in front of the hut, Li Mo looked at the tomb guarded by the ancient big tree in the distance. Under the background of the night, the tombs were like a pair of eyes, staring at the ax in the hut. It had never been closed and did not dare to close it.
.Perhaps in the land of Nine Netherworlds, the Netherworld Underworld, I still want to guard those millennium expectations.
Gu Gu, bursts of owl laughter came from far and near. The Jie Jie laughter made people chill. When Li Mo heard it, he had a feeling that bad luck was all over the dense mountain, and the gloomy corpse air surrounded the dense mountain.
The saying "If you're not afraid of night owls barking, just be afraid of night owls laughing" really makes sense.
I looked carefully at every plant, tree, object, and utensil in this hut. The familiar bits and pieces linger in my heart. The sweat, bitterness, and sweetness are mostly grandpa's love. I depend on each other for life with grandpa, and chat together.
Earth, speaking of past and present, grandpa is Li Mo’s pillar of support in this world.
Now that the pillar collapsed, Li Mo felt like there was nothing he could do.
"Grandpa, I, Li Mo, only have grandpa in my life, and I only recognize you as grandpa. I have no other relatives. Now that you are gone, I really have no attachment. I want to go to Huangquan Road to take care of you. With Mo'er as my companion, you can
You won’t be alone anymore.”
"Grandpa, maybe you can see that I really don't want to live here. This is why Miss Mo Mei left me, because of poverty, because of the curse. Money, our grandparents have never cared about it. Things like excrement, but it makes people miserable."
It's so ridiculous that I lost my favorite. Maybe it's still pitiful. However, I can't help myself from Mo Mei and can't forget her. Grandpa, am I very worthless, haha..."
"People inside, listen, you have been surrounded," the noise outside broke the silence of the night.
Suddenly the fire burst into the sky, the dazzling fire swept up the hut, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
Li Mo looked at the majestic red flames, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth upwards. He felt pleasure in his heart when he thought of killing the heartless man who bullied Mo Mei.
The merciless flames rolled towards Li Mo, and the fire instantly covered Li Mo...
Outside the hut, a Rolls-Royce parked arrogantly next to the police car. "Catch that little bastard immediately. I want him to pay for my son's life." A middle-aged woman roared at the police.
Next to the car, a girl with a ponytail squatted on the ground, sobbing, and whispered Li Mo's name.
"Madam, the fire is too strong and we can't get close, but the murderer must have no chance of surviving under the fire and will definitely die." A man who looked like an official said with a flattering tone.
Hearing this, the crying girl suddenly shouted "Li Mo". Because it was so sudden, the policeman nearby was not stopped and ran towards the hut. When he stepped on the bluestone, something happened.