After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

"I can't go forward with you."

"........."

"Don't hesitate to turn back because you are worried about me, and don't stop in confusion because of the darkness ahead."

"........."

"I will meet you again at the end of my dream."

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A purple-black miasma filled the forest, thousand-legged poisonous insects rustled through the deep leaves, and the shrill crows were like cries of death.A group of people held torches, led cattle and sheep, and struggled forward in the darkness.

The men's faces were engraved with ugly tattoos symbolizing their status as slaves, and the women and children still wore the remaining city shackles on their hands and feet.Viscous blood slipped from the wound on the arm, dripping onto the ground.

The dying child curled up in the basket behind him, the blood oozing from his back soaked the coarse cloth, and his feeble cry was weaker than that of a kitten.The white-haired old man swayed under his feet and fell in the dark forest, unable to stand up again.

The team only paused slightly.He wiped away his tears in secret, gritted his teeth and moved on.

The leader was a middle-aged man, with wrinkles around his eyes like accumulated deep ravines.His right hand had broken bones and was hanging unnaturally by his side.I can only clumsily use my left hand to look at the leaf lines and identify the direction.The shackles that have been broken off and deformed hang on both feet, like a crooked rhombus.

Decades ago, they were expelled from their homeland due to unforeseen disasters. Since then, they have no fixed place and wandered hopelessly on the vast land.Looted, enslaved, driven out.During these long and difficult years, even the most vicious sins may have been atoned for, but they still failed to end their wanderings.

The most respected priest in the team led the people to pray to an indescribable ancient evil god in despair. They were willing to sacrifice everything in the past and present, and prayed that the evil god would grant them these poor homeless people someday in the future. Or, a piece of land of their own.

The next night, the old priest saw it in a dream.The clear blue sky reflected the snow on the mountaintops.Under the majestic mountains, there are tens of thousands of hectares of fertile fields, gurgling streams, and creatures everywhere.In the deep blue sky like velvet, a misty and illusory divine light, like a brocade, pointed out the direction for him.

This is the hometown given to them by God.

The priest burst into tears in his dream.He swore in front of the ineffable evil ancient god that he would live here forever from generation to generation, enshrine this land with the most pious love, never betray, never abandon.

But that sacred land is so far away, and the journey without any sound is so difficult.Chased and killed by ferocious beasts that eat people; shrouded in the shadow of a deadly plague that spread rapidly; captured by barbarian soldiers and put on shackles as slaves and suffered all kinds of abuse.

Then one day many years later, taking advantage of the darkness, he pulled the shackles on the top pry forcefully, freed his hands and feet from the deformed rhombus, fled this territory in a hurry, and embarked on an unknown journey again.

They lived until the death of the old priest, until the newborn was born, until the baby grew into an adult, until they gave birth to a new generation, and through the cycle of life and death for a whole generation, they still haven't seen the evil god promised them. hometown.

A month ago, they strayed into this impenetrable jungle.There is no light in front, no retreat in the back, lack of clothing and food, and suffers from poisonous miasma.Some people insisted on moving forward, some lingered in place, and some clamored that they should have retreated long ago.

Finally, civil unrest broke out.The dark dense forest is like a ferocious monster, swallowing nearly half of the people's lives in a blink of an eye.Warm blood flows on the dense and fat branches and leaves, and the irrigated branches and leaves sway contentedly with the majesty, enjoying the nourishment of flesh and blood.

The dense foliage is like the dense eyes of the survivors' heads, condescendingly gazing at the staggering and exhausted people under the shadow of the jungle.

They are still going.

Just like the ancestors who left their hometown more than ten years ago.

They have no homeland to return to.All he could do was to move forward in the direction guided by the divine light in his dream.

The leading patriarch raised his left arm high and split the vines blocking his way.They are entangled together like snakes, forming a thick wall that seems to have no end.The patriarch led the remaining young and middle-aged men to chop off the vines tirelessly.

Through the gap, a faint light shines through.

The crowd screamed in joy, and they hacked, cut, dug, and pulled towards the gap, finally revealing a narrow hole.A ray of warm light shone in from the hole.The old man raised his skinny arms, lifted a dying child high above his head, and stuffed it through the hole.

The sickly child crawled towards the place where the light shone with the last of his strength.

In the deep blue sky, a bright moon is shining brightly.The majestic black mountain is bathed in the moonlight, as if covered with a fine layer of silver powder.At the foot of the mountain, the sapphire-like lake is shining with sparkling light, and the meandering river is like a rainbow.The fluffy grass caresses his ankles, and the fat cattle and sheep sleep comfortably and soundly on the basin plain surrounded by mountains.

The child suffering from illness was so shocked by the beauty in front of him that he couldn't speak a word.The pain that went deep into the bone marrow seemed to disappear in an instant.

There was a sudden noise from behind, accompanied by mournful cries.After a while, all the clogged vines were torn apart, and several people hurriedly carried out a corpse.

The right hand of the corpse hangs down unnaturally, revealing a thick broken bone.There is also a section of shackles that are stretched and deformed on both feet, like a crooked rhombus.

The wrinkled patriarch closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.No one knows whether this elder, who left home as a young man, grew up in a wandering team, and led his people to trek in the wilderness for more than ten years, will finally be able to see with his own eyes, the place he has been searching for all his life .

Under his guidance, the tribe finally found Shenyun's hometown.

But he failed to set foot on this land until his death.

He should have seen it.Otherwise he could not have smiled so peacefully and comfortably at the end of a life of suffering.

The body of the patriarch was buried at the foot of the mountain.The rhombus shackles, which symbolized humiliation, endurance, planning, counterattack, sacrifice, and freedom, were stretched and deformed, and they were buried with him.The tribe named this land after him, hoping that the ancestor's soul would last forever like a mountain.Under the guidance of the moonlight, meet them again in a dream.

People felled wood, dug caves, and built homes.The pure wooden huts are crooked, and the caves dug deep in the ground are full of water when it rains.There were more grotesque flops.

But it doesn't matter, they still have a long time to explore and try a little bit.

The new patriarch is a strong and wise woman who has experienced the bleak years of being chased and driven.She looked with worried eyes at the mountains that surrounded and surrounded the vast plain.

There are few exits to this land sunken between the mountains, and the wide plain is difficult to organize and defend.Once attacked and invaded by the enemy, they can only escape to the towering mountain in the center before counterattacking.

The highlands on the mountain are rugged and difficult to walk, and are often blocked by cliffs and boulders.She discussed with several elders, and decided to mobilize the strength of the whole family to build a stone road on the high mountain in the center of the basin.

This smooth mountain road can allow the tribe to retreat more quickly and orderly in the event of a crisis.If the enemy also goes up the mountain along the road, they can also take advantage of the situation and lay traps on both sides to ambush.

This resolution was met with some skepticism.Most people can't even eat enough, and they can't understand why they spend time and energy building roads on the mountain.However, out of loyalty and support for the patriarch, they finally complied.

Children run on the grassland, singing songs adapted from the name of this land.They all use the beautiful and pure blue juice of licorice on their foreheads, depicting a rotating and repeating diamond pattern.

Everyone thought they would live here happily ever after.

Until that day more than 100 years later, billowing magma spewed out from the top of the mountain, burning the sky red.

People finally remembered——

This land was originally a gift from the evil god.

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The ending uses the format of "On that day, human beings finally recalled the fear of being dominated by them, and the humiliation of being imprisoned in a birdcage."