Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

Ma Chao threw a small stone toward the gate.

The tiny stone grew rapidly in the air, and after flying a short distance it became as big as a small mound.

The entire gate and half of the yard were crushed.

Dust was flying all over the sky and everyone watching from a distance was stunned.

Turtle!

This old man Ma has boundless magical power. He can create a hill with just a throw. I hope I won't offend the immortal by talking too much.

Meng An was so frightened that his face turned pale, and Butcher Wang was almost frightened to his knees.

Wow! Is this the one who seeks the law? This power is too terrifying. I wonder if Old Master Ma will kill me just because of Lele.

I will have to apologize as soon as possible in the future, but does Old Master Ma really appreciate the apology from a butcher like me?

Meng Ning was also very scared. Although he knew the plot very well, he was just a social animal in his previous life. He had only seen these plots in comics.

The shock he felt from his personal experience could not be expressed in words.

This is just a small magical talisman, a small stone gathering talisman.

I really don't know if it was the great supernatural power master Jiang Mingzi, or Gao Haoguang. Use the legendary great supernatural power talisman, and change the small stone to Yue talisman.

What a scene that would be! If a whole mountain was really thrown out, how shocking it would be! How terrifying!

When the smoke cleared, Ma Chao walked into the courtyard. In the courtyard stood a tall and strong man, with trembling legs but holding a hoe in his hand, facing everyone.

Butcher Wang wanted to persuade him, but when he thought of the power of Old Master Ma just now, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He doesn't dare to speak.

"Get out of the way," Ma Chao advised calmly.

But Gao Dazhuang refused to listen to the advice and continued to fight stubbornly in the face of such a huge gap.

Ma Chao could only sigh.

''Two fruits! ''

"Okay, Master." Huang Erguo heard this and took out a yellow paper copper coin from his pocket. Then he threw it at Gao Dazhuang's head.

Big money charm!

The yellow paper grew bigger and bigger above Da Zhuang's head, and then fell on him. The money hole in the middle caught Da Zhuang, and then became smaller.

He tied up Da Zhuang directly.

Seeing this, Butcher Wang quickly dragged Gao Dazhuang away and put him aside, trying to comfort him.

"Da Zhuang, the immortal is here to save our lives. Don't let the devil fool you and lead you astray."

Gao Erzhuang didn't answer, but his tears kept flowing down.

Bitter, so bitter.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of it, Ma Chao walked into the house carefully. He looked around, but couldn't find any trace of the undead corpse. However, the corpse gas was still thick and lingered. The undead corpse must still be around, but was hidden by Gao Dazhuang.

Some undead corpses have great magical powers, and have extraordinary magical powers. They can grow bigger or smaller. This undead corpse is probably one of them. However, the Ma Dynasty also has a countermeasure for this.

"Qingqing, use the Dharma body."

"Okay, Master!" Miao Qingqing chanted the spell.

Pink gas emanated from his body, and gathered into a dog's nose on Miao Qingqing's nose, into dog's ears on her head, and into a dog's tail behind her.

Then Miao Qingqing lay on the ground like a puppy, wagging her tail, facing the ground with her face, sniffing desperately. She wandered around the yard, and soon stopped beside a large water tank and stood up.

"The Master is here."

Everyone walked to the vat and pushed open the large vat filled with water. They found that there was a small door under the vat.

It's the cellar.

Butcher Wang opened the small door and was immediately hit by a foul odor from below, which was so bad that he almost fainted.

In addition to the foul smell, there was also a very quiet roar. It was an undead corpse.

But when the sun shone on it, everyone saw that the corpse was not aggressive at all. On the contrary, it was very weak, and its head and limbs were firmly locked by large iron chains.

Between the undead corpse's eyebrows, a white worm was lying quietly on the surface of its skin, slowly sucking the blood from Lao Gaotou's body.

"Yes, it's Lao Gaotou!" Butcher Wang saw the undead corpse clearly and blurted out the name.

Gao Dazhuang, tell me. Why did it become like this? Meng An walked up to Gao Dazhuang and asked.

Seeing that the truth was exposed, Gao Dazhuang smiled bitterly and a few tears flowed from his eyes.

Everyone noticed that although Gao Dazhuang still had a broad frame, his entire body was just skin and bones, like a dried corpse.

"Brother, how come you have become so thin? The last time I saw you, you were not like this!" Butcher Wang brought a bowl of water from inside the house and fed it to Gao Dazhuang.

After drinking some water and recovering somewhat, Gao Dazhuang told the truth.

Alas, how bitter, how bitter.

Half a month ago, Gao Dazhuang was crying by the river. The old man at home waved his hand and smashed the bowl of porridge that Gao Dazhuang fed him.

The reason was simple. When Gao Dazhuang fed him porridge, he didn't blow twice enough, and he thought it was too hot.

Old Gaotou is paralyzed in bed and can't do any work. He needs someone to help him with poop and urination in bed.

On weekdays, you can’t scratch your itchy back, and you can’t change your posture if you have a sore on your butt.

Over time, his illness caused him to become strange in temper and eccentric in character.

He would often vent his anger on his son Gao Dazhuang by scolding him, and would slap him with the only two little hands that he could move whenever he found Gao Dazhuang neglecting to take care of him.

Breaking bowls and cups is a common occurrence.

Gao Dazhuang is a filial son and a sensible gentleman.

But a gentleman can deceive him with his own tricks.

Gao Dazhuang understood that his father was venting his dissatisfaction by beating and scolding him, and he could understand that.

But every time he was scolded for no reason and had his bowl thrown at him, he would feel uncomfortable.

Lao Gaotou can vent his unhappiness to him, but who can he vent his unhappiness to?

Breaking bowls and cups? He couldn't bear to do that.

He could only endure it by himself, and endure it all the time. Perhaps he would be relieved when he died.

It's just that the tears keep flowing uncontrollably.

Gao Dazhuang was fishing by the river when he burst into tears, thinking about his mother who passed away early.

How miserable, how miserable! The baby cries all night long, and the mother’s clothes are soaked with tears because of the hardship.

It’s so bitter, youth is fleeting and dreams are hard to keep, the past is like smoke and the heart is filled with sorrow.

It’s so painful, the sickbed groans in endless agony, the pain penetrates into the bone marrow and the night is long.

How miserable, how bitter, a sad wind blows as a sad song is sung, the soul is broken and everything in this world is empty.

It's so bitter, I feel sorry for myself under the moon and in front of the flowers, I'm sick with lovesickness and can't sleep at night.

It is so bitter, the hatred is as deep as the sea and the heart is as twisted as a knot, the resentment fills the chest like a burning fire.

It is so miserable. The fruitless search makes my body burn. The distress lingers in my mind and my dreams break my heart.

It is so bitter, it is so bitter, the love is hard to end even when your heart is broken, the hatred is still alive even when your blood and tears are dry.

How bitter! How bitter!

A mother becomes a doctor by her son's bedside! No son will be filial to a sick child for a long time!

Poor couples have many sorrows! There is no good wife in a poor family!

If you are poor in a busy city, no one will care about you. If you are rich in a remote mountain area, you will have distant relatives.

Joys and sorrows, separations and reunions are always cruel, and everything in life is impermanent.

Bitter! Bitter~~~~! ! !

The cry was so real and heartbreaking that it attracted an uninvited guest to the woods.

The man was short and fat, with a huge head. He wore a black round hat and a long loose robe. He had a green face and fangs, and several scars on his head. He looked like a devil from prison!

Gao Dazhuang was shocked when he saw the man. He thought his death was imminent and that he was being tortured by a ghost. However, he did not want to live any longer after being tortured every day.

"It's so bitter." Gao Dazhuang cried as usual.

"It's bitter, bitter." Unexpectedly, the strange-looking man also gave the same reply.

Gao Dazhuang was surprised and didn't understand what the weirdo wanted to do. He just listened to the weirdo speaking slowly and casually.

Mortal, don't be afraid, I won't harm you.

My name is, Bitterness!