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Chapter 1 Wedge · Past Life

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas says..."

"West water travels a hundred miles, and there is a mountain with wings."

"There is a beast on the mountain, and its name is 讙."

In late autumn night, inside the Shoufu Building.

The storyteller is in a gray long gown, he presses the Xingmu with his hand, and with a flick of the folding fan, it is already opened.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas! We've all heard of it, it's a treasure of ancient books left by our ancestors!"

The storyteller recited sonorously: "Today, let's talk about a short story in the Classic of Mountains and Seas!"

"Crack!" Xingmu clapped, and the storyteller waved his folding fan, reciting meticulously.

"There is a kind of beast in this mountain of Yiwang, called 讙, which can make a hundred different sounds."

"Our story is related to this beast!"

"It is said that there is a huge treasure hidden on Yiwang Mountain."

There are countless gold and jade, and the treasures are shining. Throughout the ages, there have been countless treasure hunters, but it is a pity...

It's all... There is no return.

"Just because of the beast on the mountain!"

The beast is cruel, charged with all kinds of evil, imprisoned in the wings, and sitting on treasures.

He is the evil spirit of Yi Wang, who likes to eat human flesh, and often changes his shape and voice to lure passers-by up the mountain.

Mr. Storyteller raised his folding fan high, and then slammed it down. He made two knocking movements, and kept saying, "Once passers-by go up the mountain, then..."

Crack their skulls.

Get their brains out.

suck their flesh.

Hear their cries.

And finally their bones...

[-]. Knots and knuckles are crushed and polished into beads...

"This demon's hobby is different from that of ordinary people. He polishes human bones into beads, wears them on his wrists, and makes them into bone chains!"

"The people around are suffering unspeakably, and they are deeply afraid. They spend every day in fear."

"Later..."

The restaurant is on the third floor, with rough eaves and corners, and a dignified atmosphere.

The audience is full of diners, or they bring friends and invite friends, or they sit in groups of three or four.

Put on a cloisonné red copper hot pot, and the hot mutton floats up and down in the clear soup. After taking it out and dipping it in sesame sauce, and drinking a glass of Erguotou wine, it can't be more comfortable.

In front of table 44 of the window, there was only one diner sitting alone.

Some people often say that there is nothing more lonely than eating hot pot alone...

Especially in the face of hot mutton, how lonely the boiling water is.

The celibate young man didn't move his chopsticks.

In the restaurant at night, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, he listened to the story.

The listeners couldn't hold back their curiosity when they saw Mr. Storyteller's tricks.

"later?"

"What happened afterward?"

"How is it?"

"later!"

The storyteller said: "Later, because the people suffered unspeakably, someone finally went up the mountain to kill the evil spirits and eliminate harm for the people."

"This person is very famous, and it is said that he is the descendant of Wuqi."

It is recorded in Shan Hai Jing that there is no Qi country.

Its people will neither eat nor drink, be sterile, or die.

Once the deadline for the people of Qiguo arrives, they will be buried in the soil, their hearts will not rot, and after 120 years, they will break out of the ground and be reborn.

Repeatedly, endlessly, eternally immortal!

"Wuqi went up the mountain, the beast was furious, and the two fought for a long time."

Wuqi is honest and upright, while the beast is insidious and cunning.

In the end, Wu Qi was defeated by the beast, and was trapped in the Yiwang Mountain by its design.

The audience let out a sigh, and the storyteller has continued.

Knowing that Wuqi is an immortal body, the evil spirit cannot put Wuqi to death, so he has a plan!

Tormenting Wuqi in every possible way, he dug out a pair of Wuqi's eyes alive, and strung them on a bone bracelet, as spoils of war for showing off...

"Then?"

Seeing that the storyteller stopped again, the audience couldn't help urging him.

"Snapped!"

Eye-catching three beats, suppressing the noise.

The storyteller shook open the fan: "After this..."

Yiwangshan suddenly turned into dust overnight.

The entire mountain, together with the treasures on the mountain, suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The surrounding people have never seen the beast that slaughtered the living beings, nor the immortal Wuqi.

"perhaps--"

The storyteller elongated his voice and sighed with emotion: "Perhaps... Wuqi was unbearably tortured, and died together with the evil spirit, and I don't know..."

The old people passed word of mouth, saying that it was the night when Yiwang Mountain disappeared out of thin air...

There was a shower of rain, like crying, rolling thunder and gusts of wind, waves pushing waves, wreaking endless sadness.

In the midst of the storm, a vague sentence came over and over again...

——If there is an afterlife, don't be like participating in business...never meet each other.

The dead wood in late autumn casts criss-cross moon shadows.

The misty moonlight swayed in front of the table No. 44 by the window.

Single Man After Sunglasses...

Can't see things.