Guangbai thought that Jhin's statement was just another time when his brain ran away from home.
But the facts prove: Jhin’s brain is still at home.
The next day, when Guangbai expertly carried an ax on his back and prepared to go to the barren hills next to the village to chop some firewood, he found that Jin was missing.
I can't say that we left without saying goodbye, but it was almost unexpected.
In Guangbai's opinion, Jhin always says some weird things.
He is an interesting but equally dangerous person, Guangbai has always had a clear understanding of this.
Now, Jhin suddenly disappeared, and Guangbai was not very touched after a moment of loss.
He never imagined that he could be valued by a prophet or fairy like the protagonists in legendary stories.
Life is like a heavy load of firewood carried at sunset, heavy but with a little hope.
Under the sting of accidental thorns, life wrapped in honey seems less real.
On the way to chop firewood, there was one less nagging character, and the quiet barren mountains around me seemed to have become extraordinarily quiet.
Guangbai waved the ax in his hand. He was still weak and could only chop down some small shrubs.
This is the corner piece that adult men look down upon:
Dried small shrubs are not very resistant to burning, and are not as useful as pine needles or the like as kindling.
But there are also some firewood on the left and right. Children who grow up in the village will inevitably have to deal with the small branches and fresh grass blades commonly seen on these mountains for a long time.
Time passed little by little, and when the sun was about to reach the top, Guangbai stopped.
He wiped the sweat from his face and prepared to find a shady place nearby to have lunch.
There are barren hills around here, and no large animals appear.
Occasionally, if you are lucky, you can see sneaky pheasants appearing in groups.
That thing moved extremely quickly on a barren mountain covered with bushes.
Tangled bushes provide a natural protective barrier to conceal their whereabouts.
Of course, skilled old hunters can also accurately shoot those cunning pheasants hiding in the bushes.
It's just that, generally speaking, such an old hunter doesn't think much of the diced meat full of broken bones.
More often than not, villagers use traps to capture prey.
Guangbai was going to take a look at a trap he had set nearby to see if there were any pheasants or rabbits caught in it.
Even a fatter mountain rat is a rare and good piece of meat.
Guangbai would not think that after leaving Jin, he could still get as much high-quality meat supplements as usual.
Maybe it won't be clear in the future, but now he is just a child.
And when Guangbai opened the thicket of unknown reeds with long and narrow leaves, he instantly caught a glimpse of orange hair.
In stock!
Guangbai felt happy.
Judging from the shiny hair, he shouldn't be such a thin guy.
I just hope that no passing fox or jackal will take advantage of me.
These small carnivores are quite common in barren mountains.
And when Guangbai quickly walked through the green reeds and came to his trap.
He found that his trap was still there, and a fat orange cat was staring at him quietly with its gleaming eyes...
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ten years later
Time seemed to speed up suddenly. When Guangbai woke up again in the middle of the night, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with some regret.
Pushing open the door, he felt refreshed by the cool late night air.
Looking at the vast starry sky above his head, Guangbai couldn't help but think of memories from when he was a child.
It's as if it was just yesterday, he was still the unknown son of a peasant woman in that small village.
If it hadn't been for the sudden death of the king later, the kingdom would have fallen into complete turmoil.
He would not be coerced into joining the carnival of villains that historians called the "Bloody Rebellion of Uksar", and eventually became one of the largest generals of the rebel army as the son of a peasant woman.
The prophet from the Eye of the Reptile told Guangbai that he was born with a blade and a crown and was supposed to rule this country.
But now, his crown has been taken away and banned...
This is also the reason why Guangbai, a man of integrity, can always maintain a high prestige among the rebels.
Because the reptilian-eyed prophet may remain silent.
But when they speak, they always bring prophecies that are as if they are established facts...
It is believed that someone in the rebel army stole the destiny of other generals.
He will become the new king of the kingdom...
This made the rebel army, who was about to win the final victory, gradually become more subtle.
Guangbai never believed in these mythical things, just like he could kill the great leader who caused trouble in the royal city without any scruples.
He remembered what a guy who suddenly left once said:
"God may not be a human being, but when He acquires the concept of 'I', He will always be subject to human nature."
Maybe there really is a god?
But if He really valued the foundation of the world so much, He would not have allowed the Grand Hierarch to act so recklessly.
Therefore, before this, the kingdom's sects once covered almost more than 90% of the territory of this ancient land.
Under the starlight, Guangbai once again thought of what the reptilian prophet who directly denied his path to kingship said to him alone after the crowd left with a subtle expression:
"Take away the crown, just because of that... you can step onto the steps to heaven."
"Don't forget the village that raised and cared for you..."
Until now, Guangbai hasn't quite figured out what the prophet meant.
He was afraid that he would retaliate against him in anger, so he said some deceptive things.
Or is there another deeper meaning?
However, the left and right are just useless things.
Guangbai shook his head. At this moment, a faint gaze in the darkness made him tense up, and he subconsciously touched the long sword beside him.
Fortunately, Guangbai soon saw clearly that it was an orange cat.
Looking at it, it looks a bit like the old cat that was left behind in my hometown.
Guangbai was a little unsure, but after carefully observing that it was just an ordinary cat, he relaxed.
Of course, some of my peripheral vision still lingered on the cat.
One is to prevent some insidious methods that he doesn't know about, and the other is that he really misses it.
Speaking of which, he has left his hometown for many years.
I don’t know what my hometown looked like during the war.
"What are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, an old voice asked.
His voice sounded very kind, as cordial as the uncle next door.
Guangbai did not answer, but responded as usual.
Then……
"Qiang!"
After waking up, Guangbai suddenly pulled out his long sword, and stared closely at the only living thing around him - the orange cat who only had a vague feeling of déjà vu!
"It's time. Your mission here is over."
Under Guangbai's gaze, the orange cat said this.
Guangbai didn't respond, his brain was spinning rapidly.
Soon, Guangbai thought of what the prophet had said before and a certain guy who suddenly left...
Later, the orange cat expressed that he would take him away.
Guangbai refused, saying that he still had an old mother who needed support.
And the next moment, before he could think clearly about the other party's details, a flash of orange light completely flooded his consciousness.
"It doesn't hurt to have a ticket for two people. Elderly people are always generous."