Sham Well Raiders

Chapter 3 3, Spinning Top

China is the birthplace of spinning tops.

Lian Yingxiong remembers that a stone spinning top was unearthed in a Neolithic site in Xia County, Shanxi Province.When he was a child, his favorite toy was the wooden spinning top that his father made for him.Because he played spinning tops to perfection, he also triggered a boom in primary schools. At that time, no matter boys or girls, they would not go to school without a spinning top in their schoolbags.

More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the spinning top has become old, blackened, and even a little pulped. Now it is treasured in the old wooden box under my bed.

But the father who made himself a spinning top died of gas poisoning at the bottom of the mine in a mine accident four years ago.

In the past four years, Lian Yingxiong can't remember how many nights he held the spinning top, crying and screaming for his father, and fell asleep after crying tired.

But now, the spinning top floating in front of his eyes was about the size of a fist, and his body exuded a mysterious purple light.As it rotates continuously, countless purple mist emerges from the void, forming a cyclone and spreading in all directions.

Lian Hero was dumbfounded.

He realized that this spinning top must not be a mortal thing, but this did not affect his mind to go blank.

After all, Lian Yingxiong has never read online novels, and has no concept of "adventures".You can't expect a high school poor student who is dedicated to his studies to realize that he is "the chosen one" the moment he sees the treasure, and then "ecstatic in his heart", and then embraces it like a hungry tiger catching a sheep , no matter how eagerly he bleeds to recognize his master, he will embark on the endless martial arts path and conquer the starry sky...

The crow gave Lian Hero the same way a small group of urbanites look at rural people.

In fact, not only did he not secretly delight in practicing heroes, but it was a little scary.

This is the normal psychology of ordinary people facing strange treasures.The crow nodded imperceptibly, and croaked twice.

It was obviously a crow's call, but Lian Yingxiong still understood, it was telling him to go up and get the top.

There are too many weird things today, Lian Hero has no energy to think about why he can understand the language of crows.

Hero Lian remained motionless, looking at the crow warily.

Obviously, the crow also understood this look: this kid is actually suspecting that Lao Tzu cheated on him!What the hell, is there any reason for me!This is something that even that person has been dreaming about for nearly ten thousand years and can't get it!

Acridine, acridine, acridine, acridine!
(What the hell, I'm not so boring to trick you, you go and get it off for me!)

Heroes rolled their eyes!
(I can't be fooled by you. This must be the eye of a certain demon king who seals it. As soon as I get started, the demon king will be released and the world will become a purgatory!)
Acridine~acridine!
(The devil is luan! This is a great opportunity, how many people are willing to exchange their heads for treasures, what kind of attitude do you have!)
Lian Hero's white eyeballs turn upwards to the right.

(Do you think I'm stupid, you stupid bird? If what you said is true, why is it my turn to have such a precious thing! I'm at least a little self-aware: we don't have that life!)
Acridine!
(How do you want to take it?!)
Lian Hero closed his eyes!

(I won’t take it if you kill me, no matter what you say!)

Acridine!Acridine!Acridine!
(How do you not use me to complete the task! I have been waiting for nearly ten thousand years, just to wait for a beautiful man with a strong natural soul to help me complete the task!)
Lian Hero opened his eyes suddenly.

(What did you say? Say it again!)

Acridine!Acridine!
Practice hero wink!

(That last sentence!)

Acridine!
(Just to wait for a beautiful man with a strong natural soul to help me complete the task?)

Practice the hero's eyes flashing!
(By the way, this is the sentence, handsome man, hahaha, although you are a crow, I think your aesthetic is very good. Although speaking of it, I don’t know what kind of bird aesthetic it is.)
acridine...

(...)
Lian Yingxiong took a look at the purple spinning top, and fixed his eyes on the crow!

(To be honest, the ins and outs of this spinning top, if there is half a lie, or if it is not detailed enough, I will not touch it!)

acridine...

(Ok……)
Lian Hero's eyes were piercing, waiting for the crow's explanation.But the crow pondered for a moment, then suddenly flapped its wings quickly, and disappeared from Lian Hero's eyes.All of a sudden, Lian Yingxiong felt his back being slapped hard by something, staggered, and threw himself forward, unable to hold back his footsteps at all.In the panic, he moved his hands and feet, and accidentally grabbed the purple spinning top.

Lian Yingxiong only felt that the spinning top suddenly accelerated when he touched it, and the purple mist vortex also became more violent.Then, the eyelids of the training hero suddenly seemed to weigh a thousand catties...

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Another snowy day.

A seven or eight-year-old boy, wearing a padded jacket, stood on the snow, kicking a snowdrift next to a snowman, bored.He pursed his lips, looking unhappy.

Why is this snowman so familiar?Lian Yingxiong thought, as if a distant memory was slowly opened: Oh, yes, this is the snowman I built with my father the night before my seventh birthday.The father and son piled together for a full hour, and the mother scolded the father, scolding fiercely.

"Lian Changqing! You are so big and you don't know what is good or bad. It's so cold and you take your son crazy on the snow! If the hero catches a cold, I won't let you go!" The mother became more and more angry, bent down and grabbed a bag. Tuanxue slammed over and hit Dad's forehead accurately.

Dad opened his mouth, took a bite of the snowflakes that slid down his cheeks, and said happily, "I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong. Come and see, who does our snowman look like?"

Xiao Lianxiong hurried to pull his mother over to see the snowman.

Mother came over reluctantly, and saw through the dim light on the door lintel, there was a woolen scarf wrapped around the snowman's head, wasn't it the scarf given to him by the dead ghost when he was in love?

Looking further down, this snowman is obviously a woman, even the bulge on the chest is piled up so high and so strong, it looks like she is using herself as a model...

"Lian Changqing!" Mom's face was flushed from the cold, and she cursed angrily: "How can you make a snowman like this with your son! Are you a spoon! Are you a spoon!"

Dad laughed loudly and threw snowballs at his mother. Whether intentionally or not, he threw several of them on the mother's chest who was dodging left and right.

In front of father, mother is not a loser, so of course she immediately fought back, and shouted: "Baby! Come and help mother! Beat your little devil, father!"

Under the slightly pale moonlight, the laughter of a family of three is like a distant spring flowing through a stream, ding ding dong dong...

Lian Yingxiong couldn't feel the water splashing in the corner of his eyes.Only then did he realize that he was like a paper kite in the sky, stepping on the cool wind, hanging in the sky, looking down at the little boy kicking on the snow.

Is this a dream?
Why do I look at my childhood self from the perspective of God?
Suddenly, under the cover of the snow, a man sneaked up behind the little boy with a cat on his waist, and lifted the boy up with a loud roar.

The boy didn't panic, because he had already discovered the tricks of men, but men like to play like this, so he cooperated with him to make him happy.

The father and son fought for a while, and both lay down on the snow, panting.

The little boy suddenly stopped smiling, and his little mouth pouted again.

"What's wrong, little hero." The man pretended to be stupid and asked, "Did I forget something today?"

"Dad! Today is my birthday! Where's the promised birthday present?" the boy asked angrily.

"Uh, didn't we build a snowman and have a snowball fight last night? That snowman is your birthday present from Dad!" the man frowned.

"No!" The boy's eyes turned red, and he cried out from his throat.

"Hahaha! I'm just kidding you!" The man took out something from the left pocket of the padded jacket and clenched his fists tightly: "Don't cry! My son will be a hero who fights devils when he grows up, so what's the point of crying?" thing?!"

The boy immediately turned from sorrow to laughter, and used a pair of small hands that were red with cold to break the man's big hands.But the man made a bad move on purpose and clenched his fist tightly. The little boy opened the man's thumb and was about to break off the index finger when he closed his thumb again.

But the boy wasn't depressed, and he snapped fingers one by one in vain.

"Scream Dad!"

"father!!"

"did not hear!"

"Daddy! Daddy Daddy!"

The man suddenly spread his five fingers, only to see a polished wooden top lying on the palm.

The little boy cheered and grabbed the top.

The little boy wanted to play in the snow, and the man looked at the boy's work with a doting look on his side.

How to play a spinning top on the snow, it can't spin.

"Mother, child, bring a spoonful of water!" The man raised his neck and called towards the room.

Soon, a woman came out of the house clutching a water ladle.

The man stepped hard on a piece of snow, took a sip from the water ladle, puffed up his cheeks and sprayed it vigorously. After a while, a piece of ice appeared in front of the boy.

The boy jumped up and down, twisted the top with his thumb and middle finger, and threw it on the ice, and the top spun smoothly on the smooth ice.

The boy laughed like a silver bell...

……

The hero practiced with tears all over his face.

It has been a long time since he dreamed of his father with such a clear face.

It's so clear that it doesn't look like a dream.

The man below could see every eyebrow clearly, and even the cracks on his lips that were frozen dry.

……

Suddenly the light dimmed, and Lian Yingxiong found himself standing above the courtyard of the ancestral hall.

Many people were standing or sitting in the yard.

Grandpa sat on a simple bench and smoked a cigarette.

Mother sat cross-legged on the hard floor of the yard, not saying a word, tears streaming down her face.

There was a mat on the ground next to her, and a man was lying on the mat.

He was motionless and his face was as red as a cherry.

He could see every eyebrow, even the hazel eyes, which were partly open and half closed.

Suddenly, the crowd around the mat was roughly pushed away, and a boy in school uniform rushed to the mat, knelt down on the floor with a plop, and screamed.

The tiles of the ancestral hall rustled.

"dad!"

(End of this chapter)