As soon as the carriage left Luoyang City and got onto the suburban road, it ran faster and faster, like it was in a frenzy. Although I have never ridden a horse, I know that even a thousand mile horse cannot run so fast.

　　It was too weird.

　　The carriage shook violently, and Wuka grimaced and didn't say a word, like a raped old mother. What the hell is this son of a bitch up to?

　　Whatever! Anyway, I'm a monk for a day and a bell for a day, I'm not even afraid of death now, just cheat food and drink.

　　In the next few days, except for urinating and defecating and eating, Wuka wouldn't let me off the bus. Even sleeping, also have to be in the carriage. The plan to break the virginity is, of course, out of reach. All I know is that the direction the carriage is traveling is getting more and more remote, it should be out of the border. Along the way, full of desolate and gloomy, dead silence, can not even see a shadow of a person, eating can only nibble cold dry food, thirsty, drink mountain springs, stream water. And no matter what I asked, Wuka just did not answer, just let me honestly listen.

　　These days, I gradually felt the shadow of death, such as when I peed under a tree, the big tree would suddenly fall down and hit my feet. When I shit, a scorpion coldly burrowed out of the grass and pinched my buttocks in death. Even when I drank water, I would somehow choke.

　　I had to keep my eyes and ears open no matter what I did. Half a month later, we came to a swamp.

　　"Get off."

　　"Got it." I lazily pushed open the door of the car and was startled.

　　Four high horses, their blood and flesh gone, had turned into four white, skeletal horses, standing stiff and motionless.

　　I screamed and turned back to see Wuka's demonic flowing eyes, and couldn't help but get chills all over my body.

　　Had I stumbled upon a demon? What did a demon want with me? My meat is dirty and smelly, it's definitely not tasty, could it be that the other party is a female demon who has taken a liking to my good looks? But the knot on Wuka's neck doesn't look fake.

　　From the bushes, three figures drilled out like ghosts.

　　A white-haired old man, a burly man, and an obscene midget, all kneeled down in front of Wuka: "Master, you've finally made it back."

　　Wuka gave a "hmm", "I found the psychic."

　　"Congratulations master, I can't believe I found the spirit medium before the time limit." The three guys looked up and stared at me greedily, as if I had a lot of silver on my face.

　　I didn't say a word, now wasn't the time to open my mouth, and even if I asked, Wooka wouldn't tell me. The only thing I was sure of was that I was the psychic the other side was talking about, and they were going to use me for something big.

　　There were four of them, so I could only act as I saw fit, and it was useless to resist on impulse. Besides, I'm dying. In three days, I would have turned seventeen.

　　A little surprised by my peacefulness, Wuka patted me and said sorrowfully, "Be obedient and you'll live."

　　I guessed he was just tricking me, but I had nothing to lose, and deep down, I wished that Wuka was a demon, in which case he might actually have the power to save me.

　　"Hurry up, master, we only have three days left." The gnome jumped up and down, impatient.

　　My heart fluttered, three days? That's quite a coincidence.

　　Wooka nodded, "Go inside." The large black robe unfolded, and with a sweep, he slid into the swamp. The white-haired old man and the burly man held me narrowly, one on the left and one on the right, following closely behind.

　　Damn you, you're in such a hurry to get reincarnated!

　　The swamp is eerie, quiet, tangled vines cover the sky, leaving only a little gap. The sewage was green and crawling through the bushes in muddy bubbles, and the fallen leaves had accumulated so thickly that most of them had turned to rotting muck, giving off a foul odor.

　　We drew deeper and deeper into the swamp. It was strange here, I thought, for I had not yet seen a single animal, not even small flying insects or ants.

　　This swamp seemed to have swallowed up all life.

　　"Move! Move!" The gnome urged me so viciously that I wanted to punch it in the face and break its rosacea.

　　The day passed quickly, and I had long since lost track of north, south, east, and west, and in his hand, Wooka kept holding a roll of yellowed parchment maps, looking down from time to time as he continued to lead the way.

　　"I can't, I can't walk anymore!" I gasped, paralyzed on the ground.

　　Wuka looked at me, "Then rest for a while."

　　After entering the swamp, Wuka was quite polite to me. Taking a cold steamed bun handed by the strong man, I wolfed it down.

　　Wuka had his back turned to me and was looking at the sheepskin map again, and the gnome kept staring at me, looking at my heart. The white-haired old man sat on a tree stump, took out a dry pipe, knocked on the heel, in the mouth, "snap", the pipe suddenly slipped, the old man coughed violently.

　　Coughing sound and thin, and pointed, as if there is something, is drilling out of the throat.

　　The gnome looked back at him in surprise, and Wuka's face, too, changed.

　　"Whoa." Flowers of something spurted out of the old man's mouth, blood, tangled intestines, then red lungs, yellow liver, and the old man choked himself in agony, falling to his knees.

　　A hot heart popped out and landed in the mud, beating slightly.

　　I began to think the old man was doing a trick, and it wasn't until he fell limply to the ground that I realized that the old white-haired man was dead.

　　The burly man roared in horror.

　　"Shut up!" Wooka bellowed, and his face hardened as he looked around uneasily, the red light in his eyes brightening and dimming for a moment.

　　I wasn't afraid of the dead, every year when it snowed heavily, a few beggars always froze to death in Luoyang City. I will immediately rush up, pick their pockets, take away the only remaining one or two coins. But like the old man died so bizarre, I still see for the first time. I'm a little afraid, but also some of the heart disaster, if I really die, but also more accompany the funeral.

　　Throughout the night, the strong man did not sleep, Wuka ordered him to keep watch.

　　At dawn the next day, before I woke up, I was dragged up stiffly by the gnome.

　　"Hurry up and hurry." The gnome screamed, a small dwarf with a lot of strength.

　　The morning was chilly and wet, and a miserable white mist floated around us, vague, like wandering ghosts. The four of us walked sullenly, no one said anything, through a thorn bush, I suddenly felt wrong, under the feet is wet and soft mud, after walking, should leave footprints, but now, nothing, smooth as silk cloth.

　　It was as if we had entered a magic realm.

　　A cold drop of dew dripped from the tip of a leaf and slid down my neck, and I couldn't help but shiver. Where the hell was Wuka going?

　　The burly man beside me suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes froze, and he yelled.

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　　Wuka looked back and frowned, "What are you doing?"

　　The strong man also ignored him, and like a wild beast, he opened his mouth and rushed out. "With a bang, the strong man's head hit the hard tree, and blood burst out. But he was still roaring wildly, hugging the trunk of the tree, his teeth gnawing on the tree, making a chilling "creaking" sound.

　　He seemed to have gone mad!

　　Wuka's color changed, and after a while, he said, "Leave him alone, let's keep walking."

　　The burly man suddenly turned back to us and laughed at us, laughing while walking towards us, his laugh lines like an earthworm, wriggling weirdly on his face.

　　"Splat!" Blood splattered out, the strong man's left hand broke off and fell to the ground, followed by his right hand, his entire arm, his eyes, his mouth, and his body's organs separated piece by piece and spilled all over the ground. In the end, only two feet remained, in a pool of bright red blood, walking towards us step by step.

　　The gnome was white with fear and shivering, and I was half as upset as he was, my heart pounding. Wooka was calm, though, and didn't move a muscle as those two feet came up to him and exploded violently, the mud stained red with blood.

　　The gnome and I stared at each other for a long time before we heard Wuka's hoarse voice: "What are you waiting for? Move!"

　　The day passed quickly again.

　　At night rest, the gnome squatted under the old scarred stump, shivering vigorously. At the slightest breeze, he jumped up quickly like a frightened rabbit.

　　I yawned and fell back to sleep, and Wooka sat on the sidelines, keeping watch himself.

　　At night, the swamp is haunted, "rustling" strange sounds, from time to time in the dark. The old man and the strong man died in a strange way, although I was a little scared, but after that I do not care, as usual, sleep well.

　　What does the old man have to be afraid of now?

　　When the sun rose, I raised my head and looked at it for a long time. The sunlight shone on my face, and it was a little cold. Today, is the last day of my sixteen years old. Last night I dreamt of so many people, Dad, Miss Wang, Big Bear, Li Jiejie, and my mom who died after giving birth to me.

　　I suddenly felt that God was so unfair to me.

　　Wuka made the gnome throw away all the dry food and water. He grabbed my hand tightly and moved forward, Wooka's slippery, greasy claws like slugs.

　　The silence of the swamp echoed with the sound of our footsteps, "rustle," "rustle," monotonous and dull.

　　The path became increasingly difficult to follow, often with large puddles of water and dense thorns. Muddy and slippery, if you step on the wrong place, your feet will immediately sink in, and you will sink sharply downward. If it hadn't been for Wukala holding on to me, there were times when I might have been killed.

　　At noon, we passed through a thicket of white reeds, and Wooka stopped.

　　"This should be it." He spread out the parchment map, many black circles crossed and in the center, a striking red mark.

　　"Master, look!" The gnome's eyes widened as he pointed ahead, the sunlight swaying like water as an oasis magically emerged behind the trees. Beautiful flowers, clear pools of water, and lush green grass littered with glittering exotic treasures.

　　What a treasure, Grandma! If I move back to Luoyang City, I'll be rich immediately! Could it be that Wuka came here to find these treasures?

　　The gnome's small eyes glowed with greed as he popped over to the oasis.

　　"Don't go! Time's not up yet!" Wooka screamed strangely, but it was too late.

　　Out of the pool of water, a bird-clawed hand, thin and bony, snapped around the gnome's throat. He struggled and was slowly dragged into the pool of water, both legs still desperately stomping outside.

　　I was dumbfounded.

　　The gnome disappeared into the pool of water, and after a while, he suddenly jumped out of the water again, turning into a crimson ball of flesh. The skin had been uncovered in whole layers, and the bloody muscles bubbled as a single blood bubble rolled off and jumped across the grass.

　　The gnome quickly dissolved into a puddle of blood.

　　There was dead silence all around, as if nothing had happened. I bent down and tried to vomit.

　　Wooka said morosely, "Death is deserved." Looking at the sky, he sat down and stared at the oasis, waiting patiently like a hungry wolf on the hunt.

　　As the sun slowly set and the twilight wind blew, I lay down headfirst in the puddle, tired and a little panicked. According to Gaya's prophecy, in a few moments, I was going to die. And this son of a bitch beside me didn't seem to care if I died or not.

　　Wooka lurched to his feet.

　　A cascade of blisters tooted up from the oasis like a boiling hot gruel, tumbling violently. The beautiful oasis turned into a filthy black morass, and the jewels sank in droves.

　　A huge head slowly drilled out of the mire, green horns, copper bell eyes, thick limbs densely covered with long, sharp barbs. The beast arched its body and roared to the sky, spitting out the words "North" from its bloody mouth.

　　"North Realm! It's really the North Realm!" Wuka cried out in a trembling voice, throwing away the sheepskin map, his face in ecstasy.

　　The two words "North Realm" slowly transformed into two sharp swords, and men and women in Taoist robes leapt out of the sky, waving their swords, their white awns flashing, cutting the monsters into a colorful rain of blood.

　　Before I could understand what was going on, Wuka had already grabbed me and rushed over.

　　The dao-robed man and woman let out a stern cry, and their long swords swung, slashing at us.

　　The sword light was as brilliant as the blazing sun.

　　Wuka lifted me up and firmly blocked me in front of him.

　　I'm going to fuck his ancestors for eighteen generations! Wuka, you're a fucking son without an asshole! I cursed as I watched the sword approach, the cold air piercing my skin. After all this time, Wuka is here to get me killed!

　　This is a fucking joke, I followed Wuka in order to stay alive, and in the end, I dug my own grave instead. Gaba, your prophecy is really accurate!

　　The long sword just stabbed me and immediately melted quickly like candle oil. The dao-robed man and woman let out a cry of shock, glaring at me, and suddenly disappeared.

　　I actually didn't die?

　　I couldn't believe it, those two cold and shining swords, were they made of maltose juice?

　　"Rumble!" An ancient tomb slowly arched out, the tombstone cracked and turned into rustling fine sand rolling down, revealing a dark cave below, unfathomably deep.

　　Wuka's sardonic laughter rang in my ears, and a strong force came violently as he grabbed me and flew towards the deep hole of the tomb.

　　At this moment, the setting sun just disappeared into the sky.

　　On this day, I, who had just turned seventeen, disappeared into the boundaries of the Tang Dynasty.