Chapter 184 (1/2)

Lu Ziming frantically looked for all meaningful or even meaningless things to do to fill the emptiness of the hollowed out abyss in his heart.

He began to count, from one to ten thousand, one million, ten million.

He began to recall his past, from remembering things to falling off the cliff, and even recalled what people around him had said and done. As long as he could think of, he dug out a lot of things.

When the memories in his mind dried up, he began to tell himself stories, from ”gourd baby” in his childhood to ”Star Trek” when he grew up, from ”one thousand and one nights” in Europe to ”the romance of the gods” in China, from ”white lotus sect” in the comic book to ”seven swords down the Tianshan Mountain” in the martial arts story, and even ”100000 whys” were not spared.

Later, I couldn't remember a story in my mind. I either said it or said it was rotten. In the end, I didn't remember what I was talking about.

He began to turn out all the knowledge of the sunshine era again, including history, geography, Chinese, mathematics, etc. even his most hated ideology and morality in the past. He turned it out again and again to resist the loneliness and emptiness like the waves.

So he began to madly make up stories for himself to deceive himself. No matter what kind of stories, history or fantasy, as long as he could think of the plot, he made them up into endless stories... Once but twice. After making up countless stories, he finally had nothing to make up!

He fell into emptiness again, tried all means, and still couldn't stop the emptiness from swallowing. Finally, he thought of the ancient scroll in his backpack, as if there was another thing he could do.

His family's so-called heirloom has been lying quietly in his backpack. One is a small dark stone mill without any use. It seems that there is a stone core missing in the middle. He can't even grind juice. He almost threw it aside. The other is a scroll of ancient scrolls. To be exact, it is a scroll of fairy tales. When he was a child, he didn't know how many times he had heard the story. The second uncle had a booklet with the same picture in his hand. The pictures on it were the same as those on the scroll. Every time, the second uncle held himself and pointed to the booklet to tell the fairy tales again and again.

That's the story of ancient immortals fighting demons. It doesn't matter when the story happened. What matters is that the immortals in the painting are the ancestors of the people. In an era when heaven and earth are not open, demons and ghosts are rampant everywhere. The ancestors of immortals walk between heaven and earth with their swords, cut off demons, eliminate demons, support justice, fight life and death with all kinds of monsters one after another, and finally defeat the demons, After restoring the order of the world, evil can not defeat justice. The sun shines on the world again, and the world has restored peace.

Once upon a time, Lu Ziming lay in the arms of the second prince. The second prince's hoarse voice told the story in the painting, like a soft lullaby, and unconsciously fell asleep.

He never took the stories on the ancient scroll seriously, just as no one took the stories in the romance of the gods or the things described in the book of mountains and seas as true. Myth is a myth, which only exists in people's imagination.