Everything is not suitable today.
Nan Fuguang thought of the folk tales he had read. In the books, the righteous protagonists ventured into unknown areas or fought with enemies. In order to further develop the plot, they sometimes accidentally touched some organs that they should not touch. Or you can’t wait to fight with huge monsters in towns and markets...
The script inevitably talks about the collapse of the three realms and the destruction of all six realms.
Nan Fuguang once felt that such plot development was natural and even a bit cliché.
Just like the real dragon and the divine phoenix trying to save the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree, the protagonist in the novel is always busy saving a shabby common people.
But now she suddenly realizes that when these vulgar routines are projected into reality, what kind of frightening details are hidden under the stereotyped description of "shabby common people" set for the protagonist——
People running for their lives and unable to restrain themselves;
Collapsed adobe house;
During the battle with the monster, the monster was knocked back by the protagonist with one blow. The monster fell down and had no time to avoid and was simply crushed into meat patties by A, B, C and D;
Above the dust, there may be devastation, and lying everywhere are the common people of Li living in obscurity who were not living a very good life but not too bad either.
It's like Xiao Mushroom watched his father's image disappear that day, and escaped from the mine with a face of panic and collapse. The father turned into a fox and then died——
You see.
In the above story, the father did not even have a name. He was later given the code name "Little Mushroom's Father". Nan Fuguang still does not know his name.
But of course he has a name.
He also has a son named "Duoduo", who is waiting for him to come home in the lifelong closed environment of the Dari Mine where he can't see his end day after day.
Under the sun, the hot summer light is scorching and domineering. However, in addition to the unrealistic dizziness caused by the temperature of the light, the coldness of the blood in the body has not been dispelled at all.
Nan Fuguang's whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and the scorching sun felt like he was in the coldest weather for nineteen days.
She held the time turner tightly with one hand, and held the double-sided mirror tightly with the other hand. The fingertips of both hands turned white.
Unable to take another step, her heavy body almost hit the empty mine cart placed aside, and her whole body slid down softly and sat down——
His mind was filled with the special dull sound of sharp tools cutting through skin and flesh, and the songs that the miners sang before they died.
She couldn't stand it anymore.
The chest is sore and swollen, and even breathing is as difficult as an old sail trying to survive in windless weather...
Tears welled up, blurring her vision, and soon broke through her eyes, merging with the sweat on her face to form embarrassing water-stained ravines.
She let out a low choke, and began to hate Yan Ji'an for not taking her away from here. She hated why the butcher was so stupid and was abducted to the Dairi Mine. She hated herself. After all, she was the culprit of all the things she hated.
At the same time, Nan Fuguang clearly realized that she was lucky——
She has a time-turner.
Without this thing, she would be immersed in endless self-blame and fear every day, every hour, and every moment from now until Dao falls to Abi Hell...
She will never come out of this.
The sobs gradually turned into sobs.
……
In the mine tunnel, the man's dark eyes were immersed in the dim light, and his sleep was chaotic, without distinction between yin and yang.
At first he didn't realize what was happening.
This time when Nan Fuguang used the time turner, he was not under the eyes of the butcher. He was not directly involved in this matter, so for him, the result now is that he has always existed in this timeline, He has been walking on the mine walls.
Just a moment of strange detachment and hovering.
Looking around at the familiar mine walls around me, there is nothing different from before, including the swaying miner's lamp in my hand, there is nothing wrong either——
This is how it should be.
But in the double-sided mirror hanging at his waist, the faint sound of crying gradually turned into a cry of collapse, which made him quickly realize that something was wrong.
Anyway, he already knew the actual purpose of the miner's lamp, and it didn't matter whether he had it or not. The butcher casually placed the miner's lamp beside the railway track and sat on the ground casually.
He didn't speak, and he didn't take the initiative to chat. He sat there quietly as if he still had tens of thousands of years to waste, staring at the dark corner of the mine tunnel where he didn't know where someone's mine cart had hit him. He didn't even let Double-sided The person in the mirror cried softly or moved his finger to press the mute button he knew was there.
He just sat there.
It was so quiet that there was no sound even when breathing, but the presence was very high.
Until Nan Fuguang cried loudly until she was exhausted, and finally regained a little bit of her sanity amidst the extreme regret and fear. Her crying turned into sobs, and the sound of her frantically sniffing could be heard throughout the mine tunnel.
She doesn’t cry often——
Even if Yan Ji'an took Lu Sang as his disciple and slapped Nan Fuguang in the face in front of everyone, causing her to be ridiculed; even if in "Three Worlds Bao Inquiry", someone would ask Mr. Yuntian about the dove occupying the magpie's nest every now and then. She can't give way to Shenfeng if she dies; even if she is tempted to terminate the Taoist couple contract with him for the first time...
She never shed a tear.
Raising her hands to wipe her face awkwardly, Senior Sister Yuntianzong, who was huddled under the mine cart, finally picked up her head from the soaked knee fabric.
"You can start asking questions."
She said in a low voice, her tone full of a kind of morbid frailty: "But if you ask wrongly, I might collapse again."
The pig butcher, who had been motionless since just now and almost sat like a statue, heard this and stretched one of his long legs in a relaxed manner.
"You used a time turner?"
It’s a question and it’s also a declarative tone.
"Yeah." Nan Fuguang said, "I used it."
On the other side of the double-sided mirror, because the butcher had extinguished the miner's lamp, it was so dark that it was reassuring. Nan Fuguang didn't have to worry about seeing the expression on his face, which made her feel more relaxed.
"What happened? Did I do something wrong after entering the central mining area?" the pig butcher asked, "Am I dead?"
His mood was stable and he seemed to be asking about other people's affairs.
"No, you did nothing wrong and you didn't die."
You are not dead.
But all but you are dead.
Speaking of this, there was another thing that Nan Fuguang had to take out and examine again.
After the last time reversal, while standing at the entrance of the mine, she once asked the butcher if he had witnessed her death. The butcher obviously hesitated at that time, and then casually skipped the topic.
Before seeing the eyes of the monster in the mining area, Nan Fuguang naturally thought that he was slapped to death or sat to death by some kind of clone of it. After all, it seemed to have this strength——
Death in the above situation was not a pretty sight, so it was completely understandable that the butcher didn't have the heart to tell her.
But now it seems that his flashing eyes at that time had nothing to do with "unbearable". The truth was more cruel and crazy than she imagined, which was enough to make people shudder.
"Pig-killer."
"What?"
"Ask you again." Nan Fuguang paused, her voice still hoarse after crying, and her throat was dry and uncomfortable. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some difficulty, "Last time, did you see me in the mine just now? How did you die? I think——"
She took a deep breath.
"I committed suicide, right?"
The mine tunnel suddenly fell into dead silence.
The fear of annihilation she felt in the double-sided mirror was still vivid in her mind. It was like the wind in an extremely cold place pouring into her bones, and the cold that chilled her flesh and bones to the point of tingling... He was with her in the mine, before she died. It feels exactly the same.
The silence began to make her wonder whether to listen to the answer. However, without turning back, she still heard the pig butcher's voice ring out very clearly in the surrounding noise: "Yes."
Nan Fuguang pursed his lips.
"The situation was relatively hasty at that time. I was reluctantly running back with you. During the process, you looked back and didn't know what you saw. You broke away from me, took out a dagger from the Qiankun bag, and cut it open yourself. He stabbed his own throat and inserted the dagger into his chest.”
The pig butcher paused for a moment, as if he had tried not to recall how high Nan Fuguang's blood was splattered...
The top of the mine tunnel was splashed with fresh, hot blood.
"What did you see when you looked back?"
One eye.
Nan Fuguang wrung his fingers, a little hesitant to tell him that everything was on point.
Youyin told her that there was a saying in the mine not to look back no matter what. The reason for this saying was probably because they were afraid that if they saw the eyes, they would lose their minds and commit suicide.
This is probably valid for miners whether they are monks or not.
So it would be better if the butcher didn't know. Some people have obsessive-compulsive disorder. The more they are not allowed to do something, the more they want to do it. Nan Fuguang is not sure if he is that kind of person——
Anyway, she felt like it.
"It doesn't matter what I see. What matters is that you don't enter the main mining area."
Nan Fuguang took a deep breath and implicitly reminded, "I am not suitable, and now it seems that you are not suitable either."
The monster may have become dangerous because it hates monks, but bloody practice has proven that its behavior of liking someone is unflattering...
It actually follows the behavioral rules of nature and wants people who like it to pat its head.
When it gets carried away and excited, it doesn't care how big it is, that people can't touch its head even if they tiptoe, and it doesn't care that there is a huge eye on its head——
And that eye is simply more outrageous than the description of the legendary snake demon watching who turns to stone. It does not kill anyone, it just makes everyone who sees its eyes happily and happily fall into madness and collapse, and then decisively kills itself.
Fortunately, the butcher never gets into trouble at critical moments.
He didn't ask in detail what happened in the previous timeline, nor was he curious about his ending in the previous timeline. Now that Nan Fuguang asked him not to go in again, he simply agreed.
Then I really didn’t get in.
The man just pushed the mine cart and waited at the fork closest to the central area of the mine. While waiting, he leaned against the mine wall in a daze and didn't even bother to ask Nan Fuguang "What does it mean to be inappropriate?" He seemed to be interested in these things - completely ——Not interested.
This time, the person who came to greet him was still the little mushroom Duoduo. Duoduo, who is still alive and well in this timeline, curiously said a few words to Nan Fuguang in the double-sided mirror. Then the child was probably afraid that there would be no miner's lamp. The mine tunnel was too dark, so he didn't stay too long. He turned around and ran back to the mining area. After a while, he led a few miners and pushed a cart full of black cracked empty ore out.
When the miners heard that these carts of ore were delivered for Nan Fuguang, they didn’t complain at all——
In this timeline, once they take the initiative to talk to them and tell Nan Fuguang that he is a monk and that entering the mine may be dangerous, they will suddenly realize.
Kuang Gong was very grateful to her for her "righteousness to eliminate relatives", which leveled the filthy land of Da Ri Mine, and even changed some rules in the mining area on her own, allowing them to speak freely to the miners in the transportation area.
A miner said that since entering the mining area, he has not been able to talk to his mother-in-law for three years, and she almost ran away with the wild man next door in the transportation area...
It's good now, the king is back with strength, and this time, he must get back everything that belongs to him.
Laughter could be heard scattered around.
Outside the mine, the gloom in Nan Fuguang's heart was slightly dispelled - her mind was finally no longer crazy and she was trying to figure out who among the smiling people in front of her had cut off whose head, who had broken whose neck, and whose Their brains exploded on the mine walls, and everyone kept singing unintelligible songs in dialect before they died.
Fortunately they are all still alive.
……
Before Shen Shi, the butcher handed over six carts of ore in full.
From the beginning to the end, all he did was stand in front of the mining area and wait for his fellow miners to "offer money" to him. The only wear and tear on his body was a small mark left when his right index finger rubbed against a raised iron corner of the mine cart while pushing the mine cart. of the mouth.
Nan Fuguang felt that this person was completely taking advantage of her——
She is responsible for working hard to please her fellow mine workers, and he is responsible for enjoying themselves.
The guardian's work of counting the workload of the miners in the mining area for the day was quickly completed. He reluctantly drew two circles on the register. The guardian, who had no idea what happened in other timelines, raised his eyelids and glanced at the wood. Across the table, Nan Fuguang, whose hair was as messy as a crazy woman and whose eyelids were swollen like a goldfish, said in a strange way: "I'm lucky, I survived."
Nan Fuguang didn't have the strength to refute him. She used the time turner twice in one day, and now the fox only had three tails left, and she knew nothing about how to get out alive.
——If you are stuck with a bug and are forced to survive, it is considered "good luck".
Today's setting sun is as red as bloodthirsty, and the clouds in the sky seem to have been burned through. In such a depressed and lonely atmosphere, Nan Fuguang casually opens the door of an adobe house and steps forward without hearing anything behind him. Following the sound, she held the door and turned back.
The pig butcher stood at the foot of the steps a few steps away, with his arms folded and his eyebrows relaxed: "What?"
Nan Fuguang showed a hesitant expression.
Half of her face was hidden in the shadows, the corners of her lips were slightly drooped, and the corners of her eyes were red. She sniffed quickly... Although she was over a hundred years old, she was considered a young girl in the world of immortality. Her facial features were all youthful now. As he collapsed, he looked really pitiful.
Arrogance knows her, she has always yelled and killed, of course the pig butcher has never seen her like this... Even at this moment she still seems to have a silent momentum: if he dares to turn around and walk away, she will Break the door completely off the wall.
Pig Butcher: "A question - in your eyes, is there no concept of men and women being intimate with each other?"
Nan Fuguang: "Do you think of me as a woman?"
Pig Butcher: "..."
Nan Fuguang stepped aside so that a person could pass through and enter the house. He picked at the sawdust on the door and muttered: "So don't worry about such details. We obviously don't have the same species."
When the pig butcher entered the house, she immediately closed the door like a person who tricked pigs into killing them, and explained today's task: She had experienced too much today, and she was likely to have nightmares at night. She hoped that there would be someone deep inside her. When she falls into a nightmare, she wakes her up from the nightmare in time.
The butcher happily agreed.
He also praised her for finally not being full of unrealistic fantasies, thinking that the end of the nightmare could depend on the person standing outside the next wall at this moment, who actually did nothing.
……
Nan Fuguang did have a dream that night.
What surrounded her in the dream at first was, not surprisingly, the unknown whispers she heard in the mining center today. At first, it still seemed like many different people and even creatures were talking around her ears. Then, those whispers were mixed with... Entering the song sung by the miners gathered around them before they died...
Those jumbled sounds didn't originally blend together.
In the dream, there was a strange synchronization, and gradually merged into a unified melody. Nan Fuguang could not understand any of its meanings, but those chants and murmurs finally jumped, as if integrated into the five senses, pushing open the tightly closed scroll——
A huge ship sailing on the sea.
Different from the twelve-winged boat that crosses the impure sea, this boat looks much older. Every wave that hits the side of the boat makes it groan like a rotten tree is about to fall apart...
The entire ship is hung with white silk cloth. The white cloth flutters with the sea breeze, creating a mysterious atmosphere.
When the sea fog turns thick and white, the white cloth disappears into the thick fog, the sun hides into the clouds, and everything becomes dim.
Apart from the "creeping" sound of the ship itself, the waves themselves were silent and eerily silent.
A colorful, intricately shaped giant bird chirped and landed on the mast.
It was as if the ship and the giant bird were the only living creatures in the world, while the rest turned into black and white and died.
A moment——
The sea surface is alive again.
At first, there were just regular and magnificent waves. The left side of the ship was still calm, while the right side seemed to have a clear dividing line. The color of the sea suddenly darkened, from blue to black and blue, and gradually turned to complete black, as if an abyss appeared out of thin air on the bottom of the sea.
Then some light groups appeared in the sky. They were roughly human-shaped, with limbs, and even different heights, short, fat, and thin. The only thing in common was that their heads were all light groups without facial features. In the center of the light groups was a burning flame. Black ashes at the end.
The man in the middle is slender, with white robes flying in the air. If he had a face like the moon and stars, he would probably be considered a fairy. He holds a sword in one hand, and the edge of the light group shines;
The man on his left is slightly petite, his long hair is engulfed in light, and the huge bird-like wings behind him are also wrapped in the halo. Every time he is incited, the waves will roll up;
Further to the right is an old man with a hunched back. The image reminds people of a portrait of an ancestor hanging on Miyue Mountain and in the ancestral hall of the Wuwei Sect, the largest sect of the Immortal League. His name is Duan Yu, and he is the current leader of the Immortal League. Duan Congyi’s ancestor...
There were about twelve people in the group of light, lined up in mid-air, and their appearance was invisible. Then the sunlight disappeared, which is enough to show that this arrival is not an auspicious sign.
There was a commotion on the deck of the huge ship with white silk hanging on it. People seemed to be running around in fear, as if they were extremely afraid of these people. Some of them yelled "liar", "we can't survive", "this is a sacrifice" ", hopelessly looking for all possible shelters...
Some simply jumped into the sea.
It’s just that those who jumped into the sea did not end well.
The behemoth hidden in the depths of the ocean finally appeared. When it splashed out from the waves, it looked like a mountain that had been soaked by a footbath overturned by the gods.
This metaphor is too strange, but it is indeed like this. A big black mass. When people who jump from the ship fall into the strong wind and waves, they are swallowed up into the mouth of the abyss.
The deep sea and giant beasts, the light mass and the dark sky...
Even the people watching this catastrophe felt depressed and suffocated, as if they were enveloped by the shadow of death.
The people on the ship had no way to escape, and everyone was frightened. The swaying giant ship truly became a small boat in the sea, and the mast made a terrible sound of being broken——
Compared to the sailors who jumped into the sea, a man who was almost powerless climbed up the mast and held the mast with one hand. Amidst the water falling from the strong wind and waves, he couldn't open his eyes and just shouted into the air. : "Cheating!"
Watching all this from a third perspective, this man looks quite familiar.
But Nan Fuguang couldn't remember who he was or where she had seen him.
She was not allowed to recall too much, and the entire absurd dream underwent some frightening changes——
The clouds parted and a huge hand descended from the sky!
The big hand seemed to dislike the thick sea fog and fanned it casually. A few strong winds blew away the sea fog;
Randomly passing through the light group floating in the air, one person in the light group seemed to look back in surprise, but the big hand did not care about his existence. With a flick, the originally menacing team that was lined up in the air disappeared. A mess;
The big hand passed directly through them and landed on the sea. With the back of his hand, he isolated the sea monster that almost enveloped the ship, and he held the entire giant ancient ship with one hand...
Soon, the sea returned to calm.
Nan Fuguang saw that the right index finger of that hand had a shallow scar that was scratched by a sharp object. The scar was still wet with blood, which was obviously a fresh scratch.
……
Nan Fuguang opened her eyes, and the giant hand in the dream was right under her nose...
Just removed it from the tip of her nose.
The butcher rubbed his thumb and index finger calmly. These provocative actions made Nan Fuguang immediately realize who the so-called "suffocation" and "shadow of death" in the dream came from——
Apparently someone pinched the tip of her nose in her sleep in an attempt to suffocate her to death.
"You're having a nightmare." The pig butcher said calmly, "I can't wake you up no matter how you scream."
"So you just want to suffocate me to death?"
Nan Fuguang turned over and sat up with a dark face, his throat still hoarse from sleep. Fortunately, the fatigue from before was relieved a lot, and his eyes were not swollen like before going to bed.
As soon as she got out of bed, the pig butcher quickly occupied the position she had given up, muttering "he's not dead anyway", lay down on the bed and couldn't wait to close his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't sleep all night last night, and he was in a state of panic today. He looked like he never planned to leave home again.
While washing, Nan Fuguang was thinking about how to persuade fellow miners in the mining area to donate six more carts of black cracked ore for transportation. At this time, the butcher yawned, turned over, and said without warning: "There is something for you on the table. .”
Nan Fuguang: "?"
Who would be crazy enough to give her something in the Big Sun Mine?
With a question mark on her head, she stretched her head and took a look. Sure enough, she saw a bright red flower in full bloom on the tattered wooden table in the center of the room.
There is a note next to the red flower, which reads in black letters "Monk Nan Fuguang, House No. 6, Row 3, Dairi Mine Mining Area".
Nan Fuguang picked it up without knowing why, and found a red flower with a pill falling out of its stamen.
Nan Fuguang: "..."
Nan Fuguang: "…………"
Nan Fuguang: "………………"
The pills looked very familiar, so familiar that she had seen an absentee worker burping after taking them.
What to do?
Inviting her to commit suicide?
Holding the red flower between two fingers, Nan Fuguang saw that it was getting late outside, and it was obvious that the midnight hour had passed, so he decisively kicked the door open and walked out.
Pig Butcher: "..."
Duan Nan was knocked down by Nan Fuguang as soon as he fell from the sky. The white-haired boy who was pressed against the wall also had a rare speechless expression on his paralyzed face. His white eyelashes trembled slightly, and he calmly listened to Nan Fuguang's questions in his ear. ,What's this?
He glanced at the red flower in her hand and said, "Congratulations."
Nan Fuguang: "?"
Duan Nan: "You can go out now."
Nan Fuguang: "!"
(End of chapter)
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