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Wu Jin feels very strange now.

For a moment, when he felt that his consciousness was far away from him, Wu Jin thought he was going to die.

After thinking about it carefully, he was already dead, which shouldn't be.

Then Wu Jin felt that he had come to a strange yet familiar place.

He was sitting on the stone steps at the door, holding the Luban lock in one hand. The word "Gu" was engraved on the Luban lock, which looked familiar.

Wu Jin stared at the Luban lock and tried to remove it. It was not particularly difficult, mainly because Wu Jin had a memory of it.

"Hey hey." Wu Jin's familiar voice came from the side.

Wu Jin turned around violently, and found an old man with a white beard sitting beside him.

This old man looks like a fairy, and when he smiles, he shows his big yellow teeth.

Wu Jin knew him, of course, he was raised by this old thing before he was sealed, and it was this old thing who decided to seal him.

"You're still alive?" Wu Jin's tone was not very good.

The old man didn't respond to his words, but rubbed his own hands: "How about this magic weapon I made?"

magic weapon?Wu Jin silently looked at the Luban lock in his hand, and suddenly remembered.

It was indeed given to him by the old man, and it was the first two years when the old man raised him.

This Luban lock is indeed a magic weapon, and it is useless. The only thing that can tell that this thing is a magic weapon is that although it is made of wood, it will not rot.

In addition, the defense is very strong, which is to prevent Wu Jin from stuffing this thing in his mouth.

But Wu Jin at that time was not interested in eating this kind of thing at all, even Wu Jin now is not interested.

Wu Jin stared at the old man, thinking whether to get rid of the old man.

His intuition reminded him that the current situation was not right, he just now...

Um?What was he doing just now?Before he came here... Wu Jin fell into deep thought. He felt that he might have forgotten something more important.

"Can you play?" The old man came up and smiled meanly, "Hey, take it apart? Not bad, try putting it together?"

Wu Jin wanted to throw Lu Bansuo in the old man's face, but he held back, it was unnecessary.

The old man stared at Wu Jin's face for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "You really don't know anything."

Wu Jin especially wants to say that I know, not only do I know everything, but I also know that you will have to seal me in a few decades.

But Wu Jin didn't say it out, this time not because it was unnecessary, but because he found that he couldn't open his mouth.

The old man took out a red cloak from behind, and he didn't know where it came from, after all, the old man didn't have a pocket on his buttocks.

After the old man put it on Wu Jin, Wu Jin heard himself saying: "I won't be cold."

Only then did Wu Jin notice that it was snowing around, but Wu Jin couldn't feel the temperature.

"It's beautiful!" The old man let out a disapproving sound, then put the dark red cloak on Wu Jin, and took out a palm-sized glass mirror from behind.

Wu Jin is now very curious about where the old man put his things.

Then the glass mirror was aimed at Wu Jin, and Wu Jin froze for a moment when he saw his appearance.

Very strange.

The person in the mirror is indeed Wu Jin, but his face is expressionless, he looks like a puppet, with dark eyes.

Good-looking is good-looking, Wu Jin has always felt that he looks very good-looking, but in the mirror, he looks like a particularly good-looking ice cube.

Not an ounce of energy.

The old man stuffed another thing into his hand.

"Come on, eat glutinous rice cakes." The old man clicked his mouth twice, "Just baked."

After he finished speaking, he sighed again: "Are you unhappy that I will spend the New Year with you?"

"No." Wu Jin heard herself saying.

Chinese New Year?Wu Jin thought, he lived many years, and every year the old man would prepare a lot of delicious food, but he couldn't taste it.

The glutinous rice cake held in his hand was wrapped in oiled paper.

The glutinous rice cake was swelled by the charcoal fire, and both sides were browned. The old man poked a hole in the middle with chopsticks and filled it with brown sugar.

Things like brown sugar are quite difficult to come by in this day and age.

Wu Jin felt that she lowered her head and took a bite, but she still couldn't taste anything.

The old man was on the side, and he was also holding one in his hand. He looked ugly and liked to smack his mouth.

After noticing Wu Jin's gaze, the old man chuckled: "Happy New Year, be safe every year."

Wu Jin didn't respond, and the old man got used to it.

Then...then Wu Jin blinked his eyes twice, and the old man in front of him suddenly changed into: "Yin Yinming?"

"Are you awake?" Yin Taboo stayed by his bedside, seeing him wake up, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why did I come here?!" Wu Jin quickly sat up, and then remembered that he was unconscious before, and then lost consciousness.

But that's not the point, the point is: "I saw the old thing just now, I'm going to beat him up!" He hasn't forgotten his first goal after getting out of the coffin.

"Did you dream about him?" Yin Yinming asked again.

"Dream?" Wu Jin hadn't reacted yet, "That's right, it's the lock he gave me, that Luban lock..."

"Ah?" Yin Yuming was stunned for a moment, he got up and went to search elsewhere.

After a while, Yin Yinming came to Wu Jin's bedside again, holding a diamond-shaped Luban lock in his hand: "You mean this?"

"This one was in my hand just now." Wu Jin saw the word "Gu" on the wooden strip, and explained, "I really saw him just now."

"That was a dream." Yin Yin Ming handed the lock to Wu Jin, "You had a dream, and the dream was fake."

"He is dead." Yin Yinming said again.

"Really?" Wu Jin frowned, and turned the Luban lock in his hand.

Yin Yinming's expression became more serious: "How do you feel now?"

"Ah? It's quite comfortable." Wu Jin shrugged, "I just wanted to beat up that old bastard, and he sealed me."

"It's obvious that he wants to support me, he's too much." Wu Jin started to talk non-stop, "Honestly, he thinks there's something wrong with his head, why does he think I'm going to chew on this lock? "

"Do you know where he keeps his stuff? Why does he always pull something out of his back? Does that make sense?"

"And I did nothing wrong! No! But he still wants to seal me! Although I really don't have any feelings, but he is too much." Wu Jin was filled with indignation.

"Are you really okay?" Yin Taboo felt that Wu Jin's current state was actually not quite right, "What did you dream about?"

"Brown sugar glutinous rice cake." Wu Jin thought for a while, and then said, "There is also that old thing, he told me that every year is safe."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the Luban lock in his hand: "I still want to beat him up."

"He's already dead." Yin Yinming said again, "Even if he is reincarnated, that person is not him anymore, you should know that."

Wu Jin suddenly became quiet.

After a while, Wu Jin said again: "It's cheaper for him."

Seeing Wu Jin like this, Yin Yinming asked again: "Do you want to eat brown sugar glutinous rice cakes? I remember that hard rice cakes are sold in supermarkets."

Wu Jin didn't answer, he looked at his body in surprise: "I don't seem to be quite right."

"What's wrong?" Yin Yin Ming understood a long time ago that Wu Jin was completely unable to accurately describe a certain feeling.

"I'm not quite right." Wu Jin reached out and grabbed his clothes, "I feel a little uncomfortable...wait."

He tasted it carefully again, and then came to a conclusion: "No, it's very uncomfortable, and it's getting more and more uncomfortable."

"My God." Wu Jin couldn't help sighing, "It's so uncomfortable."

Wu Jin felt that the days he lived with that old man were inexplicably dangling in his head, the kind that he couldn't drive away.

An extremely indescribable feeling runs through Ke Wujin's heart.

Wu Jin felt that he could feel the twitch and contraction of this part.

The old man said something to him, oh yes.

That old guy always likes to look at him and sigh: "You, you don't belong to this world at all."

Why not of this world?He was clearly born into it.

Wu Jin looked at his hands in a daze. Just now, for a moment, he seemed to understand what death was all about.

It was also at that moment that the past of 1000 years ago seemed to be pulled closer, and then that layer of diaphragm was forcibly torn off by a pair of invisible hands.

Wu Jin felt that there was something more in himself, something that frightened him.

It was this kind of thing that filled Wu Jin's mind with the past thousands of years ago. Wu Jin felt that he was about to explode, but he couldn't express this extremely complicated feeling.

He felt that his whole body was about to be swallowed up, into a state he was completely unfamiliar with.

Thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and all Wu Jin could describe was: "I'm so uncomfortable."

"Wu Jin?" Yin Taboo noticed that Wu Jin was trembling, and quickly sat aside and stretched out his hand to hold Wu Jin's wrist, "How uncomfortable."

"I feel so uncomfortable all over." Wu Jin suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at Yin Yinming: "I can't see the old thing?"

Yin Tabing wanted to answer yes, but inexplicably, seeing Wu Jin's expression now, he couldn't say it at all.

"He hates me?" Wu Jin asked again.

"He doesn't hate you, he cares about you very much." Yin Taboo couldn't help lowering his voice, "That guy raised you as his son."

"But he doesn't want me anymore." As soon as Wu Jin finished speaking, Yin Yinming realized the problem.

If Wu Jin was still the ghostly person who had no empathy and no empathy in the past, he would not have said these words.

Yin Taboo wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to comfort him, he was a guy who didn't speak much.

pat.

Yin Tabing opened his eyes wide, looking at the liquid on the back of his hand in disbelief, it turned out to be Wu Jin's tears.

Wu Jin was also taken aback.

His eyes were wide open, and he looked at Yin Yuming in surprise, not knowing what was going on at all, but the tears couldn't be held back, they were still falling.

Even Wu Jin wanted to ask himself what was going on, but he hiccupped when he opened his mouth.

Yin Yinming reached out and hugged Wu Jin, patted Wu Jin's back clumsily, opened his mouth, and finally could only say: "Don't be sad."

Emotion is not necessarily a good thing, especially for guys like them.

But seriously, only with this thing can I say that I am "alive" and have joined the WTO.

Yin Tabing regretted it for a moment, but he knew that with the growth of Wu Jin's power, there would be such a day sooner or later.

Wu Jin "lived" too late, the "old thing" who raised him as his son died, which caused Wu Jin to learn to feel the pain before he had time to experience the happiness that things like emotions brought him. .

Feeling that Wu Jin buried his head on his shoulder, Yin Tabing paused for a moment, then asked softly: "Do you remember exactly when you were born?"

Wu Jin shook his head, but didn't look up.

"Then..." Yin Yinming put his hand on top of Wu Jin's head, "Happy birthday."