I'm playing tricks in the world of mythology

Chapter 90 Mole of tears
"Why did everyone shout that the Dragon Lord appeared when that man passed out?" Lin Luo asked a little puzzled.

"This is summer sickness."

Xin Qiji looked serious, and explained: "Every summer, especially the midsummer when it hasn't rained for a long time, some people will contract this disease.

Those who suffer from summer heat are red all over, foaming at the mouth, and their hands twitch like dragon claws, so it is also called the dragon king's manifestation. "

Lin Luo glanced at the person covered by the black quilt, and thoughtfully said, "Dragon King appears?"

"It's just that the old man is angry... Take Qiantang as an example. As of today, it has not rained for three months, and those suffering from summer heat are the sacrifices chosen by the Dragon King."

Xin Qiji continued: "Brother Fan must have seen it just now. No one dared to help the man after he fell to the ground. It was precisely because he was a sacrifice."

Zheng Jiayin on the side showed a look of sobs, and interjected: "Yes, not only no one dares to help, even the doctors and the government don't care about it, only the City God, who is compassionate and will do his best to save.

But... alas!The City God is a weak official, so how can he be the opponent of the Dragon King? "

Xin Qiji said silently, "Those with heatstroke, there is not one in a hundred."

"Since this is the case, why do these ordinary people risk being treated as sacrifices and line up here?" Lin Luo didn't understand. Even if the ice spring quenches thirst better than ordinary water, no one is a fool. They come here when their lives are in danger what?

"Because there is no water to drink in Qiantang now, the government has issued a water restriction order, and the water allocated to each household is pitifully small, and the ice spring in this ice spring well can be used for three days without drinking water. .”

After a pause, Zheng Jiayin added:
"What's more, no matter where you are, you may contract heat illness, but only here, the City God will rescue you. As a result, the number of people queuing up is increasing day by day."

"Have you been saved?" Lin Luo asked.

"No, but ants are greedy for life, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, that's good, isn't it?" Zheng Jiayin replied with a sigh.

"Dead..." Xin Qiji looked at the person under the black quilt and shook his head with a sad tone.

"Let's go in." Zheng Jiayin couldn't bear to look any further, and turned to walk towards the gate of the Town God's Temple.

Lin Luo felt a little angry.

He asked himself that he was not a bad person like Xu Xian, but seeing a living life die in front of him still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The cause of suffering is not death.

Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature, especially in the world of White Snake. He has long taken it lightly.

But this person died unjustly!
summer heat?

The Dragon Lord appeared?
I'll fuck your grandma!
This is really deep heatstroke! ! !
It has to be said that this is the tragedy of feudal society and the tragedy of backward medical conditions.

According to historical records, many celebrities died of heatstroke in ancient times, including Su Shi, a great writer in the Song Dynasty, Zhao Mingcheng, the husband of poetess Li Qingzhao, and even Zheng Chenggong, a national hero who regained Taiwan, died of heatstroke.

The reasons are nothing more than inadequate heatstroke prevention measures, poor medical conditions, and deep-rooted feudal superstition.

I am still awesome in China.

Heatstroke?

Ha ha……

Huoxiang Zhengqi Water only sells for two yuan a bottle.

For two yuan, you can't buy it and suffer a loss.

For two dollars, you can't be fooled.

Two dollars.

You can buy a life!

………………

"Yue'er! What's wrong with you, Yue'er?"

Just when Lin Luo secretly lamented the might and domineering power of my great country, a heart-piercing female voice came to his ears.

Lin Luo and the others turned their heads and saw that the voice came from the crowd in line—it was the mother of the little girl who was almost trampled by a fierce horse earlier.

And the little girl fainted to the ground!
"This... this..." Zheng Jiayin's face suddenly turned pale.

Xin Qiji's face was not good-looking, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Lin Luo stared at the dying little girl in the distance, without saying a word.

If he wanted to save people, it would be easy.

But he didn't intend to do that.

the reason is simple.

Because here is just the past.

Lin Luo remembered the story of Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly. His current situation is almost the same. Because he often shuttles between the white snake world and the real world, he is vaguely confused.

Li Shishi, Xie Bian, Xiao Qing, Bai Suzhen, Cui Jue, Zhong Kui, Yan Jun...

They are so real.

They are the people who live by their side!
Lin Luo was worried that one day, he would truly integrate into this world.

No.

I'm from 2019, I don't belong here!
Therefore, he decided to infinitely reduce his sense of existence and look at everyone and everything in the White Snake world from the perspective of a real passerby.

The people here are all past tense, they have already disappeared in the long river of history.

They are all fake!

………………

The words were like this, and the reason was also like this, but Lin Luo couldn't do it even if Lin Luo watched helplessly and did nothing to save her.

Don't get me wrong, he still has no intention of saving anyone.

He just turned around and walked towards the temple gate - if he couldn't bear to look at it, then he wouldn't.

"Ding Yue! Hold on! You must hold on!"

The voice of the father of the little girl in the team was filled with indignation: "Lord Dragon, if you need a sacrifice, take me away. Ding Yue is only six years old, and she is only six years old!"

Ding Yue?

Lin Luo suddenly turned around and hurried towards the crowd in line.

Coincidence?
There are many people with the same name and surname.

"Brother Fan, what are you doing? Don't mess around!" Xin Qiji yelled behind him.

At this time, the black quilt had already covered the little girl Ding Yue, only a small head was exposed, her eyes were closed.

Not like, not at all.

Apart from the name, this little girl bears no resemblance to her good friend Ding Yue in the real world.

Under the suspicious eyes of the four Taoist priests, Lin Luo circled around the little girl and came to the above conclusion.

"Brother Fan, I know you are highly skilled in martial arts, but Lord Dragon is a god. You should think twice." Xin Qiji panted and ran behind Lin Luo, reminding him in a low voice with concern on his face.

"Yes, don't do anything out of the ordinary, maybe the City God can save her."

Zheng Jiayin also gave advice, then pointed to the little girl on the ground, and said with some uncertainty: "Her eyes seemed to be opened just now?"

Subconsciously, Lin Luo looked in the direction of Zheng Jiayin's finger.

But in the next second, his gaze could no longer be taken away.

Mole of tears!

Below the corner of the little girl's right eye, there is a small tear mole.

This tear mole, no matter its shape or location, is exactly the same as Ding Yue in 2019! (Recall the previous article, please click here)
Lin Luo had a decision in his mind.

He always treats people with relatives and distances. Before, he thought the little girl was just a stranger, so he didn't care.

But Ding Yue's past life is suspected...

"What are you going to do? If you offend Lord Dragon King, the City God will not be able to save you!" Seeing Lin Luo approaching, the older one among the four Taoist priests spoke in a deep voice.

"I want to save her."

Lin Luo turned a deaf ear, took three steps forward, grabbed the black quilt and threw it into the distance:

"If the Dragon King is not satisfied, just ask him to come to me!"

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