The wind in October this year is particularly long
It blew towards the cracked ground and towards the baby in the old woman's arms.
It also scratched the dried blood of Sui prisoner.
He blinked and said at a loss:
"... I seem to remember that it was white before."
He has no memory, but his subconscious tells him that he is going south
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The clothes Sui Qian was wearing now were ripped off from the dead in mass graves. At least they were better than the blood-stained clothes.
He lost his memory and could only remember his name. His calloused hands slowly wrote crookedly on the ground.
"Sui Prisoner"
He had no money, no culture, and no idea where he came from.
So he started to cheat, from the north to the south, from the Central Plains to Huainan.
"Hey, Sir, take a look at this talisman. Buy it and stick it on the door. The upper guarantee is that your eighty-year-old mother will live a long life. The lower guarantee is that your wife and children will be safe."
He claimed that he was an immortal who came down from the mountain to get rid of ghosts, but he didn't know the magic of immortals at all. I don't know where he found a peach wood sword and twisted it to scare the ignorant people.
Just lingering like this, pretending to be an immortal
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At the pass before crossing the river in Huainan, he saw a man giving porridge there. The shadow cast by the city wall made him breathless.
He saw a jade-like hand holding a bowl of porridge.
"Sui Prisoner"
Anger will surely retaliate x x Great love has no mercy
(There will be scenes of memory recovery)
Intention: clear water