I'm really not a magician

Walking to the bookshelf, I raised my hand and took down one of the books.

All the books here are placed on the side. Only this one is placed on the front, just facing my position.

The cover is black and white, and the title of the book is: "the soul of Qin all his life".

When I got the book, I couldn't help but feel a thump in my heart. At the same time, I had a bad feeling.

The title of this book is very strange. Anyone who sees such a book will have a feeling that life and death are doomed. In addition to this feeling, I also have a feeling that my life has been arranged.

Life is defined as: life, life.

In other words, this book has given me a conclusion in my life.

Look, or not, it makes me very tangled.

In fact, almost everyone wants to know how their life will end, but they are afraid to know that if life goes according to the known script, what's the meaning?

Holding this book in my hand gives me the feeling of getting my own tombstone, which is engraved with an epitaph about me, and I am already dead.

I hesitated for a long time, but I summoned up the courage to open the book.

I was stunned when I opened the first page, because there were no words on the first page, only a simple picture.

A little baby was born, and the umbilical cord was still hanging on the belly. There were no parents or midwives around. Only an old man was wiping tears secretly. This old man was like a grandfather.

On the second page, a six-year-old boy stood beside the old man, and behind them was a funeral team. Above them was a coffin that was lifted. On the coffin, there were four words: "funeral of Zhangjia."

I frowned. I vaguely remember that when I was six years old, Zhang Jia at the head of the village lost his grandmother. That was the first time I participated in legal affairs with my grandfather.

On the third page, the child has reached the age of hair binding. Wearing a blue and white school uniform, he squats in the corner, surrounded by the pointing of several people, which is very much like the scene of being bullied in school before me.

On the fourth page, the child grew up into a boy, put on the clothes of Tang monk, holding a peach wood sword in one hand and a bell in the other hand, and danced a great God in front of the funeral procession.

On the fifth page, the boy fights zombies with a cold face. There are several people around him. Those people are the people who bully children on the third page.

On the sixth page, the boy knelt down in front of the grave, with two words engraved on the tombstone: Grandpa.

My breathing began as like as two peas. The six page in front of me matched perfectly with my experience.

On page 7, the boy left the village, followed by waving village elders.

On page 8, the boy was reading. On the cover of the book, it was impressively written: "sow breeding and postpartum care"

Pop!

I suddenly closed the book. As soon as the title appeared, there was no doubt that the book was my life. It was too terrible. The prophet seemed to have insight into my life.

I was breathing violently, which was the instinctive response of my body.

Open page 9. In the sunset, a girl stood beside the boy, and the shadow of the girl reflected by the sun was a fox with nine tails.

Isn't this... Du Zhiye?

On page 10, the young man killed for the first time, bent over and holding a dagger in his hand.

On page 11, the boy pulled out the girl's body from the pile of white bones at the bottom of the lake, and behind him was a vicious ghost king.

Page 12 is the whole face of the boy. He has red eyes. Outside his pupils, the first gouyu begins to appear.

On page 12, the boy was wounded all over and was fighting fiercely in the courtyard. At the gate of the courtyard, there were four big words: Zhixian Xiaozhu.

On page 13, in the bed curtain, you can vaguely see the mermaid water.

I burst into a cold sweat because I pinched the thickness of the book and had turned it in half.

My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I continued to turn down.

On page 14, the boy ran wildly with a fox in his arms, followed by all kinds of demon families.

On page 15, the boy appeared in a dark place. The two armies fought against each other. There were bodies on the ground. The boy was covered with blood and surrounded by flames.

He was holding a black sword in one hand, his eyes were red, and the little gouyu in his eyes was clearly visible. Behind him was the person he wanted to protect.

On page 16, the boy was drawing a bow and arrow. In front of him was a huge dead tree.

On page 17, the boy lay peacefully on the stone bed, with blood and tears streaming down his eyes and wet his pillow towel.

On page 18, the boy rode on a poor strange, holding a fox in his hand and carrying a long black sword, flying in the air, and below, there are thousands of lights.

As like as two peas, I quickly looked over to the twenty-second page and saw a scene that was exactly the same as it is now.

The boy stood by the bookshelf of a study and held a book in his hand. The name of the book was "Qin yihun's life". His expression was dignified. Bean sized sweat fell off his face and splashed tears on the ground.

By the door of the study, there was a man like a guard. He bowed his head and seemed to be sorry.

My body shook. The scene hasn't appeared yet, but I know he will appear, and soon.

What happened later must be very sad.

I swallowed hard and was afraid of tragedy. In fact, it must be a tragedy, and it is inevitable.

Just don't know what this tragedy is about? Is it that the treatment of Du Zhiye failed in the end?

On page 23, the boy held the fox in his hands, knelt on the ground, roared up to the sky, with blood and tears in his eyes, helplessness and sadness on his face. The soul sword was suspended above his head, which looked like he was going to die for love.

On his left, there was a boundary pillar engraved with the words "Lingyun peak", and behind him lay a dying poor man covered with blood.

My big beads of sweat fell from my face and dropped on the ground, making a pattering sound.

This is the last picture I want to see, but it is so real in the book.

There are three more pages

I really don't have the courage to look again. The short three pages are the rest of my life. The rest of my life is so short and so thin. After all, did I pay it wrong?

The thumb and index finger crunched the three pages of paper, but it was like a death declaration, holding my heart tightly, making me suffocate, even if it was stillbirth.

Turning to the next page, there was another confrontation between the two armies. However, this confrontation was unprecedented. The number of people on both sides had been countless. On a plain, it was fierce and the war was imminent.

And I can't find where the guy is, because the people painted are the same, regardless of race, men and women.

One is the hidden world and the other is the demon family.

After all, the demon family made a comeback. After all, the human demon war began.

Shaking his hands, he opened the penultimate page. There were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. Few survived.

But those who survived were people and demons, but they couldn't distinguish them at all.

It was a solemn and stirring achievement, and it was also a tragic sacrifice for a showdown.

But people are basically dead. What's the significance of who is male and who is female?

Is this war really unavoidable?

Holding the last piece of paper, I closed the book after all. I don't want to face it or dare not face it. I'm afraid I'll lose my hard heart.

I am afraid of the kind of confidence that, since it is doomed, there is no need to strive for.

No matter what happens later, I must stick to my heart to stop killing and war. If I fail, at least I have no regrets.

No matter whether the last page is life or death, it can't control my initial heart.

"Dong Dong Dong ~" the door was knocked, and a guard's voice came from outside: "Mr. Qin, is it convenient to come in?"

I said softly, "please come in."

The guard opened the study door, lowered his head and said, "sorry, Mr. Qin, the Prophet..."

I turned to look at him and motioned him to go on.

"Prophet... He's sitting down." the guard whispered in a sad tone.

I was stunned. In fact, when I saw this book, I had guessed that something bad would happen. The prophet I had never met gave me this book before I left.

"Do you have any last words?" I asked.

The guard nodded and said, "the book in your hand was left to you by the prophet. The prophet said that you are heaven and man. All your affairs are heaven's secrets. The heaven's secrets cannot be revealed unless you have to. He is willing to use his life as a reference for your destiny and life."

I nodded silently, bowed deeply to the door, and asked, "is there anything else?"

The guard sighed and his eyes fell on the book. He pointed to the book and said, "the prophet said you must not read the last page, but he suggested that you can read the last page."

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