Silas Lin and the Lost City of Souls Chapter 1

Dark clouds piled up, and there was a swirling black center over the city. A hole opened in the sky, and there was thunder and lightning, and there was a roar.

A few young people were having a party, chatting about everything.

"Speaking of my roommate...the one named Silas Lin," one of the young men clicked his tongue, "It looks like he is sick. I haven't seen him say a word."

The person next to him opened a can of beer and echoed: "To say he is mute is an understatement. He doesn't even have an expression. Hurry up and find a place to live. I really don't want to see him. Damn it."

A loud thunder crackled in everyone's ears, deafening, and heavy rain poured down.

They turned to the window in unison: "It's so Fcuking big."

The young man who had complained just now raised his eyelids and looked at the sky. He suddenly froze and opened his eyes wide.

"This..." he said hesitantly and surprised, "Lao San, isn't that dead man's face standing on top of the building over there?"

The third child squinted his short-sighted eyes: "Really, with such heavy rain, is this person really mentally ill?"

"It's either depression or autism. It's not normal anyway." The young man gloated and laughed, "Hey, the third child, why is he still holding something in his arms?"

"Mental patients are so happy - they look like swords."

However, before they could see clearly, something happened beyond their understanding.

A huge purple thunder snaked out in unimaginable radial patterns in the black sky, and struck straight towards the figure at the top of the building in the distance. The light at that moment was too dazzling, and no one could see clearly what happened.

On the street downstairs, many people took photos excitedly despite the rain, with the words "The huge thunderstorm in City

---This was the last time they saw Silas Lin.

When Silas Lin woke up, he felt like he was lying down. He rolled his eyes hard and tried to open them.

"You little fool, wake up!" A voice with a thick accent sounded in his ears.

His body immediately froze, his eyelids were as heavy as mountains, the seams between his bones were rusty, and he almost couldn't breathe.

I'm allergic to people, really.

He took a few deep breaths. The air was moist and smelly.

He tried to circulate his true energy, but his cultivation was completely useless.

"Why is there no movement again?" The voice continued to sound. It was a middle-aged woman with a loud voice. She seemed to have stretched out her hand and reached towards herself.

Thinking of the heat of the approaching human body, Silas Lin's senses exploded and he opened his eyes suddenly.

The Mavis was also startled by his sudden opening of her eyes: "He'll be stabbed a thousand times!"

Silas Lin stiffened, took a few breaths, and finally saw his surroundings in dizziness.

The lady in front of the bed was fierce-looking, wearing a linen jacket and skirt, with her hair tied up and a thin piece of wood inserted into her hair. She was not a modern dress.

I am in a thatched house. This thatched house is extremely dilapidated, and the walls are pitted with mold. If you are filming a retro movie, it is not easy to build such a dilapidated house.

Silas Lin: ...

Human tragedy.

He just wanted to survive a catastrophe---he would be close to ascending after the tribulation, but he had classes in the evening and didn't have time to leave the city and find a wilderness to escape, so he had to choose the tallest building nearby so as not to alarm ordinary people. .

The only bad thing about this building is that he is not dead. He has installed a huge lightning rod. The lightning did not hit him, but was all attracted by the lightning rod. Those who cultivate immortality, if they have a dishonest heart and weak will, and try to avoid the catastrophe with the help of external objects, will be punished by the gods without exception. At worst, they will be wiped out in ashes, at worst, they will be beaten back and start all over again, like now.

Modern physics is killing me.

Silas Lin took a few breaths and felt his body.

The meridians are extremely stagnant and the bones are extremely weak. Talking about mediocre qualifications is just nonsense. If you want to become an immortal, you are probably a toad trying to eat swan meat.

He was like a student who was punished for cheating. Not only did he have to retake the exam, he also had his textbooks torn up.

Seeing his dull look, the Mavis lost her temper and sighed: "I've been stupid for almost ten years and it's not getting better - I ran into nooks and crannies all day long, and I got flooded this time. I need to have a longer memory." "

A man shouted from far away, and the Mavis said "Hey", pressed the corner of the quilt for him, turned around and left.

Her hand almost brushed against Silas Lin's neck, causing goosebumps all over Silas Lin's body. He had difficulty breathing, and it took him a long time to recover.

The Mavis's move was a perfectly normal and kind intention, but Silas Lin could not accept contact with others. The quilt was extremely damp and cold as iron. It was even more uncomfortable to cover her tightly than not to cover her. It was really unbearable.

After the Mavis walked away, he got up from the bed, opened the sticky wooden door, and looked out. What you can see are the same dilapidated houses, clustered together in twos and threes, like a village. The courtyard I was in was located on the outskirts of the village. Outside the village was abandoned farmland. A little further away, it was gray and covered by fog, and nothing could be seen.

The sky was strange and very dark. It was early in the morning, but there were people walking around in every house, and there was smoke from the kitchens. It was far-fetched to say it was evening. The sky was gray and black, without stars or moon, and there was no trace of the setting sun. There were ghosts and shadows, and it was very strange. unlucky. He couldn't think of anything for a moment and wanted to observe some more. When he saw villagers walking outside, the leg he wanted to step out retracted again, turned around and walked back to the room.

The room was really lackluster, broken and messy. The furniture only had a bed and a table in front of the bed. There was no mirror and he couldn't see his own face. He thought of the "little fool" and "little mad dog" that the Mavis called him. He guessed that this shell of his was indeed a man with an intellectual disability, and he didn't know what he looked like.

Silas Lin felt a little choked as he touched his weed-like hair.

At this moment, the courtyard door was pushed down with a creak, and footsteps came from behind. He turned around and saw that it was still the Mavis who came.

The Mavis held a white bowl in her hand, crossed the threshold, and called like a dog: "You little fool, it's time to eat!"

After shouting, the little fool turned his head and looked directly at himself. His expression still didn't look like a normal person, but it was also very different from before.

The Mavis frowned: "I fell into the water once, how could I become even more stupid?"

After saying that, she put the bowl on the table and turned to leave.

There are not many quiet people in this world, and fools are one of them, because no one will talk to a fool. This is what Silas Lin has always wanted, but now he can't. He must communicate with someone, otherwise, he will only be a fool here for the rest of his life. Although he likes to be quiet, he doesn't want to be a fool--especially a fool who covers himself with a moldy quilt in a moldy house.

So, when the Mavis was about to walk out, she heard a slightly trembling voice from behind: "...Thank you very much."

Mavisie: "Ah!"

She turned around suddenly: "You are not stupid!"

Silas Lin nodded stiffly.

The Mavis almost danced and shouted loudly: "You little fool, you are not stupid!"

The sound of cluttered footsteps began, and within a moment a large group of villagers with sallow faces and thin muscles gathered at the door of Ulala, all of whom stretched their necks excitedly to look into the room.

"Isn't the little fool stupid anymore?"

"Is the little fool really not stupid?"

"The little fool is really not stupid anymore!"

Silas Lin: ...

How could a fool make such a big fuss when he suddenly became wise?

The Mavis put down the bowl, tremblingly stepped forward, and took Silas Lin's hand: "You...have you ever remembered anything?"

Silas Lin: "!!!"

When he was held by his Mavis, all the hairs on his body stood up, his vision turned black, he took a few steps back as if he was electrocuted, and he almost lost consciousness.

Unexpectedly, the Mavis knelt down and said, "You must save us!"

Seeing the Mavis kneeling down, the villagers followed suit and kowtowed to her outside the door: "You must save us!"

Silas Lin moved his lips and struggled to organize his words, wanting to ask why these people were kneeling to him.

Unexpectedly, we haven't spoken for so long that we can't organize ourselves at all.

He struggled to speak: "What do you want me to do?"

Several people talked at once, especially the Mavis's voice was the loudest. Fortunately, although Silas Lin could hardly speak, he could still listen to what others said, and he could barely understand what they meant.

Ten years ago, I don’t know what kind of demons and ghosts were causing trouble. In short, there was a huge disaster. When the whole village was in danger, an immortal passed by and used a spell to protect the place for ten years. The condition was that it was entrusted to A dull little fool from the village said he was his apprentice.

The villagers asked again, if the spell can protect you for ten years, what will you do after ten years?

The immortal played many tricks, said a lot of magic words such as "but wait until the opportunity comes", and left in a daze.

Now, the ten-year period is approaching, and the magic barrier is on the verge of collapse, but the little fool is no longer stupid. It can be seen that the opportunity has come, and the villagers are naturally overjoyed. They only hope that this little fool who has suddenly become enlightened can find a way to deal with it.

Silas Lin looked outside.

It's still the same scene - a ghostly atmosphere and a ghostly mist permeate the surrounding areas. It is said that all life in the mist is extinct, and they are all living corpses and evil spirits. The entire village is like an isolated island in the sea. There has been no news from the outside for ten years. The villagers have no way out even if they want to, and if he has no countermeasures, he will be trapped here.

He has been cultivating immortals since he was a child and has excellent foundation. After practicing for more than ten years, he has successfully reached the Mahayana. Now he is sent to this place by heaven. Not only is he trapped, but he also has to talk to people. It is really difficult that he has never seen before.

Silas Lin stood there, took a few deep breaths, and did a lot of mental construction before finally organizing his words and asked: "Do you have a sword?"

The villagers all looked at him, their knees felt a little weak, and they wanted to fall down and kowtow.

I didn't expect that the little fool would be so calm and calm once he realized what he was doing. He really had the demeanor of a master, and the immortal would not deceive me.