Endless dust floated in the sky, and white gray covered the ground.

Wu Geng dusted the dust on his body, looked at the empty surroundings in confusion, not understanding where he was.

The sky and the earth are lost, and the clouds cover the sun. When you look up, you are covered in gray, and you can't see a living thing around you.

Wu Gen was walking alone in the dark world. He didn't know how long he had walked, but a thick layer of ashes had accumulated on his body, and even his hair and eyebrows were dyed gray.

"God, you can arrest me. If you want to kill and cut me, you can do whatever you want. Why do you torture me so much?" Wu Geng could no longer bear the emptiness and loneliness. He jumped and cursed like a shrew, punched and kicked around.

The world is still empty and silent, but only the dust falls.

It turns out that loneliness is also a poison for murder. No wonder those who have been stationed here go crazy or even commit suicide. If there is only one person left in one world, what is the use of this world and this body?

Gradually, Wu Gengbian became silent, but he just walked forward with his feet.

Finally, Wu Geng could no longer hold on and collapsed on the ground, his heart was ashes, lying in the ashes and waiting for death.

Ashes covered the body, and the more they accumulated, they gradually became a tomb.

After a long time, a figure jumped high from the tomb. Wu Gen held a knife in one hand and pointed at the sky and cursed, "I don't know if my grandfather's nickname is Shi Zhuer. He is famously stink and hard. He wants me to die here, but it is not as good as you wish."

"I am the Tiangang Star in the sky, but why did I suffer from it? I cut off the dragon as my belt, but I saw the woman but only slipped out..." As he shouted at the slang songs in the village, Wu Gen danced his sword with one hand and strode forward.

After walking for a long time, the dust in the sky seemed to be smaller, and a ray of light finally appeared in the distance. Against such a dim background, it seemed quite eye-catching.

Wu Gen was ecstatic when he saw this. As long as there was a change, no matter how many swords and fires were, it was better than staying here. When he got closer, he stopped and stared at the front.

What appeared in front of me were huge square stone doors, standing abruptly in the space, without even seeing the edge at a glance.

Standing in front of the stone gate, Wu Gen looked up at the towering tree like an ant.

The stone door is already broken, with traces of words on it, but I can't see clearly and don't know where to go.

After hesitating for a long time, Wu Gen walked towards the nearest stone door. He pushed it hard and the stone door opened easily. Carefully lifted his foot and walked in. The scene in front of him changed drastically, and what caught his eye was a huge ancient battlefield.

Looking around, the wind howled angrily, the flags fell down, and the remaining soldiers were everywhere.

Thunder and lightning roared in the sky, the sky was as red as a sea of ​​blood, and the smell of blood spread over the dead ruins. The remaining bodies piled up on the ground were hideous and terrifying, and the strong breath of death was almost suffocating.

Wu Geng took a deep breath and strode out of the stone door.

After walking for more than ten steps, looking back, I couldn't help but open my mouth wide. This is not a stone gate, but a tombstone.

The tombstone pierces straight into the sky, and the tall tombs are like continuous peaks, stretching to the sky.

Suddenly, the tombstone cracked and figures came out of it. These people were of different heights, their armor was broken, and some even had half of their bodies.

The only similar thing is that everyone has no facial features on their faces and is bare. When they see Wu Gen, their faces gradually evolve and all turn into Wu Gen's appearance.

I looked down at myself and some time I had a burly man's body, with high muscles, bare-chested chest, black hair, and a big stick in my hand.

A giant who was five feet tall and holding a long sword roared, and the sound of war drums shook the sky.

These people quickly rectified their formation and rushed forward like a torrent.

Wu Gen scratched his head and watched countless himself pass by, rushing forward, and he couldn't help feeling absurd.

In front of them, strange people appeared. Their eyes were red and their bodies were covered with black mist, driving monsters to rush over.

These monsters are all kinds of strange, with two-headed evil dogs. Blood drips from their mouths, and when they fall to the ground, they turn into blue flames.

There is a monster with a bull-headed and tiger-body body, with great power. The huge rock is like paper under its horns and is shattered at once.

Wu Gen's body shook. How could such a terrifying monster be beaten?

His eyes turned, and according to the method taught by Lao Mo, he raised his arms and rushed to the front of the team. After running for a while, he seemed to be exhausted and slowly landed behind others. Gradually, he changed from a vanguard to a central army, from a central army to a rear army.

While hiding in the crowd and pretending to shout for killing, Wu Geng suddenly felt something strange around him, and saw countless "Wu Geng" around him turning his head and glaring at him.

Wu Gen waved his hand at everyone awkwardly, "Your family, don't be impulsive."

The tall giant holding a long sword walked over and slapped Wu Gen's butt with a sword.

With a terrible cry, Wu Geng covered his butt and soared into the sky like an arrow. He screamed, crossed his "self" one by one, and landed alone among the monsters.

He died young.

Looking at the monsters swarming in, Wu Geng was in tears and waved the big stick in his hand, desperately resisting the attacks of the surrounding monsters.

After a while, Wu Gen was pierced by a monster's sharp horn, his eyes turned black and his body fell heavily to the ground.

Dead?

In a daze, Wu Geng opened his eyes and saw that he was still in the gray space. Thinking about it, this place should be in a grave.

I jumped up and looked at myself, but I was intact and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning back to look at the empty space, Wu Gen was a little worried. Could it be that he would have to enter the battlefield again? Although he could be resurrected after death, the pain of being slapped by the axe can be truly felt by himself.

After walking forward for a long time, rows of stone doors appeared in front of him.

With a long sigh, Wu Geng pushed open the stone door again.

This time, he transformed into a strong woman, wearing red armor, standing in the center of the team.

The woman and the man holding a long sword seemed to be a couple. Looking at the man with his own face and looking at him affectionately, Wu Geng couldn't help but feel chills in his heart, and he had the urge to commit suicide on the spot.

Regardless of the concern of the Han Dynasty, Wu Gen rushed into the enemy formation bravely, slashed and killed him, and then took the initiative to die.

When I woke up again, I arrived at the grave space again.

After repeated this many times, Wu Geng didn't know how many times he had died, but he was still unable to escape from it.

Every time he incarnates, Wu Gen can vaguely feel the other person's strong obsession, or his longing for his hometown, or his hatred for strangers. In this way, it will be like a life that has been passed down through thousands of years of life.

Sometimes Wu Geng would also doubt whether his original body was true or false, or a ghost who had been confined to this place for a long time.

How can I know what a dream is? What a floating life? If it were an ordinary person, if he had this experience, he would soon be confused and go crazy.

Although he experienced life and death again and again, Wu Geng found that he had lived longer and longer. Nothing else, every time he transformed into someone, he naturally found that he could have some skills in front of him. Although he could not remember them all after waking up, he accumulated some understanding.

However, when will this kind of day end? Could it be that you will always be trapped here and be with the lonely souls of the deserted tomb?

In the tomb, Wu Geng looked at the sky blankly, his expression was dull and his mind was exhausted.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the gray sky cracked like an eggshell.

A huge eye appeared in the sky, shooting out golden light and scanning the surroundings.

"What a strange eye, God has opened his eyes." Wu Geng murmured, closing his eyes and fainting.

When he opened his eyes again, an old man in ragged clothes and a vulgar face was squatting in front of him.

Before Wu Gen had completely woken up, he was used to seeing others with his own face. When he saw this strange old man, he couldn't help but blurted out: "It's so ugly, like a monkey."

With a "bang", a slap stuck on Wu Geng's face, "Who is like a monkey, your whole family is a monkey." The old man jumped up and pointed at Wu Geng with his hand.

Wu Gen only woke up at this time, looked around, and was already in his hut.

When his mind returned to his position, he suddenly sat up and grabbed the old man's beard, "Old thing, who are you? You dare to hit me. Tell me if you are a spy from Daxia, let's go with me to meet the chief of the Tun."

The old man blinked his eyes twice and looked at Wu Geng pitifully, "This hero, the old man's surname is Wu and his name is Mo. He is a poor man without roots and leaves. He happened to see you in a dilemma everywhere, so he took the risk to rescue you, but for some reason he wanted to repay your kindness and revenge."

Wu Gen then realized, "It turned out that my father-in-law took action, thank you very much." He quickly smoothed the old man's front.

Looking at the old man's expression on his face, Wu Geng immediately reiterated, "But, public is public, private is private. Since the leader of the village is stationed here, everything must be done according to the rules. According to the law of Zhao, you must pay a sum of money to pass the customs. For your help, this money will be spared for you and our grudges will be eliminated."

Wu Mo stroked his white beard and smiled and said, "It's easy to say, but there is something to ask for. The old man should be bedded by the ground and has nowhere to go. Can he stay here for a few days?"

Thinking of the strange grave space, Wu Geng was still scared, and it was better to have someone to accompany him, so he nodded and agreed.

Wu Mo lived in the small courtyard under the beacon tower. After spending a day together, Wu Geng discovered that he had softened his heart for a moment and what kind of great god he had recruited here.

Wu Mo was lazy and greedy, and had an amazing appetite. Most of the meal he cooked every day was filled with his stomach.

You should know that the food and grass in the beacon tower in Huangzhongling is supplied monthly, and most of it was consumed in less than ten days, which made Wu Gen very upset.

There was no way, so Wu Gen had to open a piece of wasteland on the hillside next to the yard, hoping to collect some food in the future to make up for the deficit. He had to go up the mountain to hunt on weekdays, so that it was almost enough for the two of them to eat.

Wu Mo just waited in the kitchen every day, staring at the stove. When the food was cooked, he would turn the tables on the spot, grabbing and robbing, and never letting go of the pot crumbs.

Although Wu Gen was so angry that his hands were itchy, he thought that he had Old Man Wu here and never entered that strange space again, so he endured it and regarded it as spending money to raise a door god.

In the early morning, Wu Geng walked down the mountain with two rabbits. Fortunately, he practiced a good archery technique in Dafeng Village, but he did not come back empty-handed every day.

When I walked to a ridge, I heard the aroma of stewed meat in front of me.

With his nose twitched, Wu Geng pressed the handle of the knife and tiptoed to the edge of the mountain ridge.

In the valley below the Liangxia, Wu Mo built a large pot with stones, and a sheep head was boiled in the pot. The soup was churning, and the meat smell was rippling, making people salivate.

Wu Gen was furious. He tried his best to catch the yellow sheep. After eating for a few days, only one sheep's head was left. He wanted to save it for a few more days, but he didn't expect it to be stolen by Wu Mo.

With a loud scream, Wu Gen jumped straight down from the ridge and grabbed the other party tightly.

"Okay, Wu Mo. It would be fine if you eat more on weekdays, but you dare to steal food on my back. Is it tolerant, but who is unbearable? Today you would give me an explanation, otherwise you would be punished to not eat for three days."

Wu Mo smiled embarrassedly and said, "This is not hungry, there is no next time. Look, this is not that you haven't moved your chopsticks yet, just waiting for dinner together."

Wu Geng said angrily: "I dare to have a next time. Only the young master will rob someone else's share when he was young, and no one can take things from me. No, you must leave today." These days, seeing the rice jar bottom, I really can't support Wu Mo, this Taotie, and I happened to find an excuse to drive him away today.

Seeing Wu Gen's attitude firm, Wu Mo's eyes turned, "I am grateful for the care of the Wu village leader these days. In this way, I see that the village leader has a clear and unique skeleton, and he is a martial arts genius who has never been born in the world.

Here is a martial arts novel, I wish to send it to the village master to repay the trouble for many days." As he said that, he took out a thin booklet from his body, with the words "crooked up with a crooked and slandered scriptures."
To be continued...