My vests are all big guys

A heavy snowfall began in the sky, and the white snowflakes covered the world with a thick white coat.

Lin Mobai, wearing an ordinary white short-sleeved shirt, walked straight and upright in the snow.

A series of shallow white footprints were left behind him. As he walked step by step, his clothes gradually turned into a snow-white close-fitting down jacket.

A fresh and biting cold wind blew past him, and he did not stop.

He just stretched out a hand and gently held a crystal clear and complete snowflake, and looked at the snowflake lying in his palm calmly for a long time, but the snowflake still showed no signs of melting, so he casually threw it under his feet.

He had just entered the ancient tomb through the entrance at the bottom of the lake.

Lin Chen and the others behind him were nowhere to be seen. Obviously, this tomb was a different world, but fortunately, he had left his power on them long ago, which could not only protect them, but also rush towards them in the direction of the power.

But——

Lin Mobai was a little unhappy.

These three people were actually in different directions.

To be precise, the four of them were in different directions.

East, south, west, north.

And he was in the north.

Suddenly, the sound of wheels rolling on the snow came from afar. Lin Mobai raised his eyes slightly and looked at the snowy road ahead.

Is that... a carriage?

In the snowy world, a simple and generous carriage was swaying towards him.

Lin Mobai's mind flashed a strange thought.

Whose vest is this tomb?

Ancient carriage, Gu Qingchuan or Shen Xiangnan?

Before he could continue thinking, the carriage had already driven to his side.

The middle-aged coachman wearing a bamboo hat in front of the carriage stopped the carriage. He exhaled a breath of hot white air, jumped off the carriage, glanced at Lin Mobai and moved closer to the window of the carriage.

A slender, straight, and well-defined hand gently lifted the light green curtain. He whispered to the person in the carriage, and then asked Lin Mobai.

"My master would like to take you for a ride if you don't mind, sir."

Seeing that the strange young man in front of him seemed a little surprised, the driver smiled and said.

"Have you ever heard of the name Yan Huaixing?"

Lin Mobai had changed his clothes into ancient clothes before the car approached, and his black hair like satin was casually tied behind his head.

He was wearing a crescent-white snow fox cotton coat, with a slender and upright figure and a calm step.

Like a jade tree, bright and clear, he was obviously lazy and indifferent, but there was an indescribable elegance and dignity, which made people sigh which young man came out to travel.

Yan Huaixing.....

He silently recited this name in his heart.

In the chaotic memory, he seemed to have found this name. The young man in white smiled slightly, and there seemed to be a little starlight in his eyes.

"It is better to obey than to be respectful."

......

At the same time, in the ghost world.

The young man who had been sitting quietly on the elegant and luxurious golden lacquer dragon throne with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes.

His lips were as red as petals, his skin was as pale as a demon, and there was no white in his scarlet eyes at this moment. The evil and gloomy smile was clearly visible on his face.

"So, that was my tomb."

The once bright and clear, noble and pure Shen Xiangnan.

He was the last champion of the Min Dynasty and an official of the Hanlin Academy. What was incompatible with this dynasty was that he was too clean, honest and upright, and loved the country and the people.

He was demoted several times because of frame-ups. In the end, even if he only became a county magistrate, he was still untainted by mud, clean and pure, and did not accept bribes or engage in corruption.

But what happened in the end?

He was framed again.

The emperor was incompetent and listened to the slander and sentenced him to death. He was torn apart by five horses.

His family, parents, brothers and sisters all died a miserable death. The men in his family were slaves forever, and the women were prostitutes forever.

So, after his death, his overwhelming resentment turned into his power, making him an evil ghost. He killed all his enemies and corrupt officials, as well as their relatives and friends.

But the emperor escaped because he had a weak dragon spirit.

When he was about to be swallowed by resentment and was about to slaughter the entire capital, he regained his sanity because of an army that suddenly broke into the capital.

He saw a mighty and powerful army, which broke through the gate of the capital in one go.

The leader of that army was a friend he had made when he was exiled to a remote area.

He walked into the palace wearing silver armor and carrying a majestic and surging dragon energy. He chopped off the emperor's head with a sharp blade. He saw endless gloom and cruelty in his eyes.

After that, the leader established a brand new dynasty.

It was called the Great Yan Dynasty.

And the name of this founding emperor was:

- Yan Huaixing.

The divine tortoise was born with a strange nature, embracing the stars and the moon.

......

The coachman wanted to help him get on the carriage, but Lin Mobai refused softly. With a graceful figure and fluttering sleeves, he soon stood in front of the carriage door. His fingers, like snow, gently pushed aside the door curtain and walked in slowly.

The cold air outside the carriage seemed to be isolated as he entered.

The interior of the carriage was as plain and simple as the exterior. There were no expensive spices or gorgeous silks. The wooden walls were used to block the wind and snow. The floor was covered with withered straw, and the seats on both sides were covered with a thick layer of cotton cloth.

There was a small wooden table in the middle of the carriage. A red candle standing on the table was lit, and the faint candlelight illuminated the somewhat dark carriage.

Under the candlelight, Lin Mobai looked at the appearance of the young man in front of him calmly.

Yan Huaixing was wearing an ordinary gray linen shirt, with a clear face, fair skin, a thin figure, but bright eyes.

The founding emperor who would lead thousands of cavalry in the future was just an ordinary "farmer" at this time.

Although he was already a saint who was well-known far and wide in this place, he taught the poor to read for free, and he could hardly make ends meet, and he had to give porridge to refugees every week.

He was indeed just a farmer. His family was poor and he had no money to study. He would secretly lie behind the window of the private school every day to listen to the teacher's lectures.

The teacher finally found him one day and asked him a few questions on a whim. Seeing that he answered fluently, he realized that this man was a rare genius in the world. The teacher exempted his tuition and let him go to school together.

As he grew older, he became more and more outstanding.

He was unwilling to be a farmer and saw that all living beings in the world were poor.

A terrible drought suddenly hit one year, and the people were displaced and had to eat other children. The barbarians outside the pass wanted to tear off the meat of this corrupt and huge dynasty.

However, the emperor and ministers in the high palace still reveled every night, the honest officials were persecuted, and the corrupt officials who were in cahoots with them lived the most comfortable and comfortable life.

So he suddenly had an idea of ​​treason.

If he was sitting on the dragon throne, he would not treat his people and ministers like this.

......

Yan Huaixing saw a handsome young man wearing a snow fox cotton coat coming in. He smiled and bowed, his gestures carrying a kind of unrestrained and romantic.

"I am Yan Huaixing."

Lin Mobai returned the greeting, "My younger brother Lin Mobai, thank you for your help, so that I can avoid the trouble of walking on foot."

Is this time flowing back, or just an illusion?

He chatted with Yan Yunlang with a faint smile on his lips, and the two soon became brothers. Yan Yunlang even called him "good brother" very intimately.

Lin Mobai listened attentively to Yan Yunlang's words, took a sip of the hot boiled water in the teacup, and was about to reply when the driver outside the carriage suddenly shouted several times, "Go, go, go... We have no food here."

Yan Huaixing frowned and suddenly said coldly, "Li San, don't hurt them."

Li San replied "Yes", and said distressedly, "But these refugees are all coming towards our carriage."

Lin Mobai lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out the window.

The originally empty white snow was now full of rotten and smelly corpses.

Countless people with pale faces, thin bodies and ragged clothes wailed in despair and pain. Most of them were young and middle-aged people who were still struggling to survive. Only a few old people were lying on the ground breathing weakly. The skinny children looked numb, and hunger drove them to eat the cold snow on the ground ignorantly, as if it was hell on earth.

......

All the previous background settings became real memories at this time.

The ghost king, sitting on the gorgeous throne, held his forehead, and countless malice was surging wildly in his scarlet eyes.

He could vaguely see countless evil ghosts and humans imprinted in his eyes, and countless bloody gray hands struggling to climb out. He seemed to hear a harsh and desperate wail in his ears in an instant.

"Why..."

"Can a monster like me have a tomb?"

He covered his evil and terrifying eyes, but the smile on his face became more and more exaggerated and crazy.

"Hahaha——"

The dark and gloomy figure gradually became transparent and slowly disappeared on the throne.

The ghosts in the ghost world all heard his terrifying and strange laughter clearly, so they had to shrink into their nests, reduce their presence, and hug themselves and tremble.

.....

Lin Chen felt very bad now, he was being watched.

On the busy ancient streets, he, a short-haired boy in a black and white uniform, obviously looked very strange and peculiar.

People coming and going couldn't help but stop to look at him. The women in the brothels and Chuguan laughed and whispered.

The nobles dressed in gorgeous silk satin sat on the tall teahouse and looked down at him, with ill intentions and contempt in their eyes. They sneered and seemed to be saying something.

The street vendors also looked at him from time to time, with some pity in their eyes, but also rejection and malice towards his dress.

Did he travel through time?

So, which dynasty is this?

Where are Lin Mobai and the others?

Lin Chen stood there blankly, and a boy dressed as a servant ran out of the teahouse panting.

"Hey, this young man, my young master invites you to go up and sit down."

He subconsciously looked up at the teahouse.

But he ran into the eyes of those nobles, which were full of malice and resentment.

What's wrong with these people?

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