There was a historian in every dynasty. Today's China also has its own historian. He wrote this about the sixth son of the Li family: The sixth son of the Li family disappeared in 2023 AD and has been missing since.
In any dynasty, there are secrets that cannot be solved. And Li Si’s sixth son became a secret that China could not solve. It was not until hundreds of years later that mankind discovered such a huge secret. The Li family
The six sons turned out to be Li Xiaozhi, a demon-god who was feared by both humans and gods.
"Fourth brother!" Shangguan Wan'er held the staggering Li Si. Li Si was already seventy-eight. Although seventy-eight, Li Si looked like eighty-seven. As Zhang Zhidong said, if
If you don’t control sexual intercourse, you may age prematurely and shorten your life. Now Li Si has felt that his end is coming. With his white hair, he pointed to a chair in the park and said: "I... let's rest
!”
"Well!" Wan'er hurriedly helped Li Si to the chair, and then sat down. The guard on the side hurriedly handed over a kettle. Shangguan Wan'er took the kettle and asked: "Fourth brother, do you want some water?"
"No... don't drink!" Li Si shook his head. His mysterious and profound eyes looked at the sun gradually setting in Beihai Park. The sparkling waves on the water were so beautiful. Li Si was old.
, those bony hands raised slightly, pointed at the White Tower in Beihai Park, and said: "I have been brilliant before!"
"Well, Fourth Brother, you were once the greatest hero in China!" Shangguan Wan'er had a tear in her eyes and looked at the aging Li Si. She was also very sad in her heart. Li Si's face was already covered with old people.
She has spots and wrinkled skin, and she looks like an eighty-seven-year-old man. However, Shangguan Wan'er is still beautiful. Although the years have left many traces on her body, no one can see it if she is properly covered up.
Not coming out. Shangguan Wan'er supported Li Si, just like a granddaughter supporting her grandfather.
The brilliance of the setting sun covered Li Si's face with a faint golden light.
"Wan'er, I feel like I can't do it anymore!" Li Si suddenly felt his breathing quicken. How many times had he seen the God of Death coming, but how many times had he stubbornly chased the God of Death away. This time, he felt that he
He was so weak that he might never be able to defeat the God of Death. The God of Death, wearing a black robe and holding a sickle, cut through time and space, traveled through the two realms of Yin and Yang, and then stood in front of Li Si and said: "Li Si, you killed countless people during your lifetime.
You have been kind-hearted, and your children have done many good deeds, so you have been spared the suffering of the eighteenth level of hell. Your time has come, come with me!"
Li Si suddenly opened his eyes wide. He looked at the beautiful white tower and the paddles rippling on the West Lake. At this time, a beautiful and moving song came to his ears. The voice was so familiar. Suddenly, from the sunset,
In the middle, a graceful figure walked out. That person was Li Wanrou. The person who left her long ago actually appeared in front of her. She was wearing the most beautiful costume of the Miao ethnic group, with silver glitter all over her body.
As she walked, she sang: "Let us row the oars, and the boat pushes away the waves. The sea reflected the beautiful white tower, surrounded by green trees and red walls. The boat floated gently in the water,
