Predecessors all over the world

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Yin Miaomiao woke up from a coma and couldn't remember where he was. There was a chaotic black in front of him, and some outlines of things could be seen. A few steps away was a round light, which was the only light source here.

She blinked and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

The blurred vision gradually became clear. She sat on the ground and looked around and quickly recognized that it was a cave, only half a person tall and four or five meters deep. The straw on the ground exuded a fishy smell.

At the feet, there were some unrecognizable bones scattered.

Where is this? Yin Miaomiao tried his best to search for memories in his mind, and could only remember basic information such as his name, family, career, etc., and traced back further, and could not remember some things.

I don't remember how I got here, and where is this.

She staggered forward a few steps, and saw clearly that the light source turned out to be the entrance of the cave. Outside, a bright moon was hanging high, and a thin layer of white snow was accumulated on the ground.

It's a winter night and it should be very cold.

She thought about touching the clothes on her body and suddenly became stunned. She was wearing a moon-white ice-cracked plum pattern long skirt that was as close as her ankle. The fabric was soft and close, but it was neither silk nor cotton and linen, so she couldn't recognize it.

What material is it, and it is only so thin.

But the cold air outside was also real. She was sure that this was winter, but she didn't feel cold when wearing only one piece in the middle of winter. It was impossible for her physique.

Could it be that he had traveled through time? Yin Miaomiao stretched out his hand and looked at his palm carefully. The hands were white and delicate, with green fingers, without a trace of calluses. You could tell at a glance that you had never done heavy work.

This is indeed not her hand. She grew up in a remote mountain village. When she became sensible, she had to feed pigs, wash clothes and cook. Even if she lived a life of luxury, her skin could be maintained well, but her deformed fingers would not do.

.

These jade hands that cannot see pores and muscles are not hers.

She touched her face and hair again. She didn't know what she looked like, but she could touch a long black hair that was pineapple and tied up by a white jade hairpin.

She pulled out her hairpin and shone under the moonlight. The words could be seen at the tip of the hairpin. It was a "mi" and the last stroke of the "shao" on the right half was slightly hooked, almost forming a closed circle.

Yin Miaomiao's face was strange. According to the law of time travel, it is normal to wear someone with the same name as him. The words you know or not are mostly the original memory of the body, but... it is impossible that even the habit of writing is exactly the same?

She thought, stood up and took two steps, her body was light and without any discomfort.

It is metaphysics to be familiar with the soul or not. However, if a person suddenly becomes fat and taller, his limbs will be inconsistent. The visual height of this body is much higher than her before, but she is not at all inconsistent.

Then there is only one explanation: she has traveled through time, but not just traveled through time.

That's amnesia.

People traveling through time is pretending to lose their memory, but she is really lost. It’s really... Yin Miaomiao sighed and patted her body to try to find clues related to her identity.

Apart from this thin skirt and white jade hairpin, her only outside of her body was only one purse. However, when she tried to open the drawstring, she found that the purse could not be opened, and the rope seemed to have been sewn to death.

Yes, I can't get it out no matter how hard it is.

It's weird everywhere.

Yin Miaomiao tried several times but returned without success. He decided to give up for the time being and leave this ghost place first. He had to find a place with people first to ask where it is and what kind of world it is.

She found a direction based on her feelings and walked slowly over.

The lush and dense forest swallowed her slender back.

***

The cold moon is terrifying.

Another guard fell down.

The blade cut through the throat, the blood vessels ruptured, and a cluster of blood splashed, sprinkling on Zhuo Yu's face, fishy and salty. But he let the blood sting his eyes, and he did not dare to distract himself and wipe his face.

He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, his life would be gone.

From the prince of the cold palace to the prince, and then to the emperor, Zhuo Yu has experienced countless bloody storms. But this time, he entered the gate of hell with half his foot.

"Your Majesty, go quickly." The only remaining guard chopped over an enemy and grabbed a horse at the cost of being chopped on the back. "The post was decisive!"

Zhuo Yu turned over the horse and pulled the reins. The enemy not far away saw him trying to escape. He jumped up, and the raised blade reflected the moonlight, reflecting a cold light.

The guard shouted and went up to him, and the weapons met, blocking the enemy's attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhuo Yu lowered his body, and the well-trained horse neighed, carrying him away.

"Chasing!" The remaining six men in black looked at each other, leaving only one to hold the guard, and the other five boarded the horse and chased Zhuo Yu in the direction where he fled.

Although the moonlight is good tonight, it is still difficult to distinguish the direction in the mountains and forests. Zhuo Yu didn't know where he escaped, nor did he know where the horse would lead him to.

The sound of the pursuers' hooves is approaching.

Zhuo Yu gritted his teeth and took advantage of the fact that the pursuers had not arrived yet, and then pulled out the dagger in his arms and stabbed it into the horse's butt. The horse was in pain, screamed, spread its hooves and ran away.

He himself turned around and hid in the bushes.

As soon as they hid their figure, the pursuers arrived. They did not expect that Zhuo Yu would dare to abandon his horse at this time and would leave with all his heart chasing the sound of the horse's hooves.

However, after running twenty or thirty meters, the man in black in the black suddenly raised his arm: "Stop."

"Wow—" The other four people ordered their horses to stop, and did not ask more questions.

Zhuo Yu's heart sank: These people's orders are prohibited, which shows that the rules are strict and they are not ordinary sluts. There are only a few people who can train such dead soldiers in total.

The rustling wind blew across the treetops, making rustling sounds, and the call of animals came faintly from the mountains and forests.

The leader closed his eyes and listened with his ears.

Zhuo Yu held his breath, afraid that something would make to attract their attention.

Something was getting closer. Zhuo Yu had an ordinary hearing, and he was still very close, and he realized that it seemed to be the sound of fabric rubbing, and it appeared several feet away from him.

At this time...who would it be? His heart was hanging high.

The men in black also heard the noise and leaned over in a surround shape.

The first thing that stepped out of the bush was a cloud-headed shoe, but the head was a lotus. The flower center was nailed with a few pearls the size of rice, trembling like morning dew.

Since the lotus is born step by step, the person who comes must be a woman.

I once heard that there are many charms in the mountains, and the moon is graceful and beautiful.

Several people in black had cracked their scalps and often did things that harmed the world. They had ghosts in their hearts and were often more afraid of monsters and monsters. In just a few breaths, their backs were sweating.

The sound made by plants and trees.

The uninvited guest hidden in the shadow of the trees finally appeared.

He was a very young girl, in her 28 years old, and her clothes were graceful, which was completely unsuitable for dressing in the mountains.

She looked at the man in black who was waiting for her, frowned slightly: "Who are you...?"

The leader glanced at her quietly behind her, and there were also people under the moonlight.

"It's a man," he said, "kill!"

"ah?"

The person who went down the mountain was naturally Yin Miaomiao. She followed the sound and wanted to find someone to ask about the way to the nearby town. Who knew that when they saw each other, they would shout and kill each other.

What you say sounds creepy. If you are a human, you have to kill it. Is it possible that this world... a human being is upside down and kill it when you meet someone?

She got goosebumps: "Wait!"

But the man in black dared not listen to her, for fear that he would be bewitched by listening to one more sentence and would be devastated.

Yin Miaomiao subconsciously raised her arm, and the blade was about to fall on her wrist.

Just when everyone thought that blood would splatter three feet, the man in black was stunned. He knew how strong he could do with one knife. Not to mention his thin wrist, his entire arm was cut off.

It is possible.

But he was blocked.

Some invisible force blocked his attack, and the blade was an inch away from her and could never be cut down.

The man who once had a calm expression on his face trembled rarely: "Head, leader..."

Yin Miaomiao was also surprised. She couldn't figure out why she could withstand such a blow. She only felt a little itchy on her wrist and something was scratching the back of her hand.

Subconsciously, she raised her hand: "Go."

A fire snake rushed out of her palm and met the man in black. It was like a bullet, penetrated through their throats at an extremely fast speed.

The five enemies didn't even have time to scream, and they died in an instant.

The fire snake turned around in the air and returned to Yin Miaomiao's wrist. She lifted her sleeves strangely and found a circle of red lines on her wrist, thin red and red, with a slightly cool tentacle.

She touched her fingers, and the thread was motionless and integrated. It was not the living snake she imagined, but the dead thing.

It looked like a magic weapon... Yin Miaomiao closed her sleeves, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly came up with a plan.

She picked up the knife that landed on the side, picked out their clothes, and checked the people from head to toe. At this time, she wondered. Whether in terms of clothing or body structure, these are undoubtedly humans, and they are all yellow.

Yellow people with dark skin and hair.

Otherwise, she would dissect the organs in her body. She thought of it and did it. She cut open the other person's stomach with the tip of a knife. When she was about to check that the heart, liver, spleen and lungs were not normal, her ears caught a strange movement: "Who?"

She walked over with a knife: "Who is there?"

Who else could besides Zhuo Yu make noise? He originally wanted to hide for as long as possible, but this woman who looked like a demon actually started to cut her stomach and look like she wanted to eat people. He was frightened.

Below, I accidentally stepped on the dead branches and made a noise.

It was too late to escape now, and Zhuo Yu didn't think he could escape, so when she pushed the branches away, she pretended to be calm: "I've seen... a fairy."

Yin Miaomiao looked at him suspiciously. The man in front of him was very young, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, extraordinary aura, and his brocade robe was wrinkled and covered with a lot of blood.

She looked at him for a while and then looked at the corpses. They were masked and black, and there was nothing except the purse and fire break. It was not difficult to think of killers and others.

All the clues connected together, she understood: "So that's it. Those people were chasing you. When they saw me appear unexpectedly, they wanted to kill someone to silence me, right?"

Zhuo Yu tensed his face and nodded slightly: "Yes."

"That's it." She looked at him thoughtfully, "Who are you, why do they kill you?"

Seeing that she had no intention of taking action, Zhuo Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Ye Liu, Weiyuan Hou Ye Zhou is the father of Xiaxia. I was ordered by my father to go back to my hometown to visit relatives, but I knew that I met a bad person on the road. Thanks to the girl, I am grateful.

All."

Yin Miaomiao could determine that this was probably an ancient society, but he didn't know the age: "Marquis Weiyuan? I haven't heard of it. What is his relationship with the emperor?"