It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

Qin Chenfu pondered, and at the same time made a deeper screening of the world.

"The people of the Raksha Kingdom have tall noses and deep eyes. They are bordered by the Dajing border, but across the sea is another continent. There are also foreigners living there. There are strong ships and guns on the sea. Are these steam engines? Some people go to sea Ready to travel around the world? This direction is Dajing?" Qin Chenfu was a little dazed,

"The technology tree of guns has climbed up? But Dajing doesn't have guns, no, isn't that right, are the laws different in different regions? Dajing is a training place with demons and ghosts, and across the sea is a scientific place for developing technology."

Heart of the Void began to calculate with divination numbers, and then showed Qin Chenfu a future.

Foreign technology and ideas were introduced to Dajing, and then the era of the end of the law began, and the war broke out, but the aura gradually faded. Dajing's strength and background also began to degenerate, and gradually entered the humiliating period of land cession and compensation.

And all this will happen in 30 years.

After the era of doomsday began, demons and ghosts gradually disappeared, and practitioners also lost their aura to practice. The birth of supernatural powers is rare, and the supernatural powers of the born supernatural powers are not very useful. They are nothing more than strength and speed. Category.

Seeing the big from the small, Qin Chenfu also quickly analyzed the underlying laws of the world.

"Is this the underlying logic of this world?" Qin Chenfu successfully analyzed.

It's like the Colosseum, but it's a competition between technology and aura training, and aura training loses.

Because Reiki practice is not as universal as technology, just like mobile phones, they know how to use them but most people don’t know how to make them.

The same is true for guns, but the principle of guns is applicable, so some gunsmiths can make them themselves.

Reiki cultivation and supernatural powers have the threshold. Reiki cultivation pays attention to talent, and supernatural powers pay attention to innateness. Although supernatural powers can also be deprived, they cannot be separated from magical supernatural powers, because this is the underlying logic of magical powers.

To deal with magical powers, magical powers must be used.

But the arrival of guns broke this underlying logic.

And Xianmen is the concretization of the underlying logic.

In Dajing, it is the gate of immortality, but in other places it may be called the gate of truth, because this immortal gate is not an innate magic weapon, but the embodiment of the underlying logic.

Emerging from this underlying logic is the flow of information.

These information flows are just the seeds of other laws.

Science and technology is a law, and so is spiritual practice, which is a "setting" in different regions.

It can also be regarded as... Tao.

And the reason why some people in Xianmen want to get it is because they want to become immortals through information flow.

The Dajing where Qin Chenfu lives can be regarded as a parallel world of the Dajing world where Qin Yuelou lives, but it can also be regarded as a secondary world of Dajing where Qin Yuelou lives.

And its operation of the Colosseum is to upgrade the world.

It's just that this kind of promotion requires screening from different laws, screening out the most powerful way, taking a single route, and then upgrading.

To put it bluntly, there is nothing wrong with this kind of promotion, but... Qin Chenfu knew that once the land was ceded and the compensation was paid, it would be a dark age waiting for the people of Dajing.

He's not going to stand by and watch.

After all, Dajing people are just like him,

All black-haired and yellow-skinned.

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Now I still owe the alliance leader Jiuchongshanhe Xuanyuan Xiayu 8 more.

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There is a storyteller in this city of Gusu. The storyteller often carries a white cloth flag, which moves when the wind blows. On the front is written "Thus I hear it", and on the back is written "Don't listen to me"

Storytellers often tell stories when the sun goes down, because in this way, more people will come to listen to the books.

Some young children asked the storyteller what it meant.

The storyteller said with a smile.

"These stories are all from my hearsay, just listen to them casually."

"So, today's story is like this..." The storyteller recounted the story.

"However, in Luting City, there is a large family. This family is named Lin. Lin Yuanwai is kind and generous, and Yuanwai's wife is also kind-hearted. Lin Yuanwai has two concubines, but the two concubines have nothing to do. Only Yuanwai The wife gave birth to a phoenix for Lin Yuanwai, and originally wanted to name the child Lin Xi, which means "rare", because this is the only child of the two couples, but this child is always a girl, and the name Lin Xi is too ugly. It happened that a wandering Taoist priest named Qin Anyi passed by. The Taoist priest was a guest at the Lin family's mansion. At the same time as the daughter of the Lin family was born, the Taoist priest made a fortune telling for the daughter of the Lin family. The word "dilute" was replaced with the word "xi".

"It's a coincidence that within a few years after Lin Xi was born, Lin Yuan's family had a new baby. They were two big fat boys, and the two big fat boys were also born in pink and jade carvings. He's a handsome man."

"Isn't Miss Lin Xi pretty?" a village child asked the storyteller.

"Yeah, Miss Lin Xi is very beautiful. Miss Lin Xi has been a beauty since she was a child, but this Miss Lin Xi is different from others." The storyteller pretended.

"What's the matter?" the boy chewing the grass roots asked curiously.

"The rich ladies in other families all love female celebrities, read novels, or yearn for Jianghu, but Ms. Lin likes to make clay figurines. The clay figurines she makes are lifelike. Except for the color and size of the clay figurines, they are just like real people." Storyteller The man took a sip of the tea presented by Cheng Xi, the owner of the teahouse, "And it was a clay figurine that caused Miss Lin's death."

...

"Miss, the master wants you to marry Wan Jinyuan." The servant girl Xiaodie said to Lin Xi, her expression was full of worry, "The Wan family has already invited a matchmaker to come and kiss."

The Wan family is a first-class wealthy family in Luting City.

"It's my parents' orders, my matchmaker's words, I'm just a girl, and I can't resist this fate." Although Lin Xi was helpless, he had no choice but to continue holding the clay figurine.

"But miss, if you marry, you can only be young, and the ten thousand gold yuan is not a good person. He often hangs around brothels and gambling halls, and he even calls brothers and sisters with them. I'm afraid that you will be bullied if you marry. " Xiaodie said worriedly.

"I can't help it, I'm just a girl after all." Lin Xi smiled sweetly, indescribably sad.

"Miss..." Xiaodie wiped away her tears.

...

"Later, Ms. Lin married Wan Jinyuan. Although Wan Jinyuan was born with a good skin, but she was rotten in it, and she lingered in brothels and gambling halls. The concubines in the family were all famous prostitutes in brothels, but this But it didn't prevent him from sleeping in Miss Lin's wing every night, so the first wife got angry." The storyteller continued.

...

"Wan Lang, why do you always go to Miss Lin's wing?" Xu Yunian, the eldest wife's wife, asked the person next to her pillow resentfully.

"Because she is younger than you." Wan Jinyuan said in a daze.

"Is it just because you're young?" A trace of viciousness appeared on Xu Yunian's resentful face.

The next day, Xu Yunian took the evil servant to Lin Xi's wing.

"My sister has been here in Wanfu for some time, and as a sister, I should teach you the rules in Wanfu." Xu Yunian said.

"Please teach me, sister." Lin Xi said respectfully.

"First thing, you need to say hello when you see the eldest room, otherwise you will slap your lips." Xu Yunian said, then raised his hand and slapped Lin Xi's cheek.

There was a crisp sound, and Lin Xi covered his red and swollen cheeks with tears in his eyes.

"Since you are the first offender, I will forgive you. You must remember this rule in the future."

"Miss!" The loyal servant Xiaodie saw that her lady was being bullied, and hurriedly stood in front of Lin Xi.

"Where did you come from, a lowly maid, slap your mouth."

...

"That day, Xiaodie was beaten to death, and Lin Xi was often abused by Xu Yunian." The storyteller said, "Wan Jinyuan didn't care about Lin Xi's humiliation, but the more injuries Lin Xi suffered, the more Wan Jinyuan Jin Yuan will go to Lin Xi's wing less and less, and seeing this situation, Xu Yunian will become more vicious."

"Why is this woman so vicious?" After hearing this, the rural women scolded Xu Yunian one after another.

"That's right, such a woman has such a vicious heart, did she eat too much poison?" The young man also said.

"However, this is not a fatal disaster." The storyteller said.

...

Although Lin Xi was locked in a boudoir, she was able to sneak out. That day, she met a monk.

The monk was sloppy, although he was young, but his robes were full of patches. The monk's name was Kong, and he gave Lin Xi a piece of blue mud.

"I have heard that Miss Lin's family likes to make clay figurines, so this poor monk will give this piece of clay to Miss Lin." After the monk finished speaking, he disappeared.

Only then did Ms. Lin realize that she had met an expert from the outside world. Holding the mud, Ms. Lin returned to Wanfu.

She looked at the green mud in her hand, and then pinched it.

"The eyes should be bigger, the bridge of the nose should be higher..." Lin Xi squeezed the clay figurine, and she squeezed out the image of her beloved. He was a handsome young man, but the carving knife accidentally cut his hand, Lin Xi's blood dripped on the clay figurine, and a blood-red mark appeared on the back of the clay figurine, like a birthmark.

Lin Xi called the clay figurine his "lover".

"But you can't have a name, lover, Qing...then let's call you Qingmang." Lin Xi named the clay figurine.

...

"Whenever Lin Xi was abused by Xu Yunian, Lin Xi would hug Qingmang and tell her pain and lovesickness. Lin Xi has already regarded Qingmang as her husband." The storyteller said.

"But it was Qingmang who caused Lin Xi's death."

...

"Wan Lang, I suspect that Lin Xi is having an affair with an outsider. The servant told me that Lin Xi would say a name every night, Qingmang." Xu Yunian blew the wind beside his pillow.

"What?!" Wan Jinyuan immediately woke up after hearing this.

The furious Wan Jinyuan rushed to Lin Xi's wing with his servants, and pushed the door angrily to enter.

At this time, Lin Xi was hugging Qingmang, and she looked at Wan Jinyuan's hideous and distorted face in horror.

"Okay, you really cheated on others and stole people behind my back!" Wan Jinyuan kicked Lin Xi fiercely.

"Hand over the clay figurine in your hand." Xu Yunian said coldly, his tone full of complacency.

"No." Although the pain was unbearable, Lin Xi still refused to hand over Qingmang.

"If you don't pay it, right? If you don't pay it, then hit me until she hands it over." Wan Jinyuan scolded angrily.

...

"Sir, don't drink tea, what happened afterwards?" The girl with the shofar braid urged the storyteller.

"Later..." The storyteller put down the teapot, "Later Miss Lin Xi passed away, and her soul returned to the underworld."

"Ah?" The girl was full of disbelief.

...

"Young...young master, she...she's not moving..." the servants said in horror.

"Oh, if you die, you will die. Adulterers and adulterers should be soaked in pig cages. If she dies early, we can't blame us. If you want to blame, she can blame herself." Wan Jinyuan snorted coldly, "Bring that clay figurine here , I want to see what that adulterer looks like."

The servant grabbed the clay figurine in Lin Xi's hand, and it took a lot of effort to pull the clay figurine down. Lin Xi's blood was stained on the clay figurine.

"Oh, little boy." Wan Jinyuan took the clay figurine, looked at the clay figurine's face, and threw the clay figurine onto Lin Xi's body heavily.

"Find someone to draw the face of this clay figurine tomorrow, you guys, throw her body to the mass grave." Wan Jinyuan ordered his servants.

So, several servants dragged Lin Xi's body to the mass grave.

No one could notice that a tear of blood flowed from the clay figurine's eyes.

When the servant came back, he found that the clay figurine moved.

The clay figurine climbed over the window and escaped from Wanfu.

"Monster...youkai!" The scream came from Wanfu.

Mass Burial Mound.

Looking at Lin Xi's body, the clay figurine shed tears of blood.

Qingmang's body exuded a cyan radiance, and the radiance enveloped Lin Xi's body. After that, Lin Xi's body returned to its original state, but it lost the temperature.

Qingmang was shedding blood and tears all the time. He was only the size of a palm, and he dragged Lin Xi's body step by step, and dragged Lin Xi to a clean place where there were no other corpses.

The palm-sized clay figurine never gave up no matter how hard it was.

The wild dogs wanted to tear Lin Xi's body, so Qingmang drove them away.

The crows wanted to peck at Lin Xi's body, and Qingmang also chased those crows away.

Little Qingmang kept digging on the ground, he wanted to dig a grave for Lin Xi.

The little clay figurine couldn't cry, and when he was tired, he hugged Lin Xi's hand and put his head on his palm, wishing for a little bit of warmth.

The little clay figurine tried hard to warm her, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

A little clay figurine, he changed the disfigured Lin Xi back to his original state.

A small clay figurine guarded her body.

The little clay figurine unremittingly dug solid ground for her.

The little clay figurine has no tools, only small hands, and when he is tired, he sticks to her palm, as if he wants to hear her heartbeat.