The richest man in southern Yunnan, Shen Liming, of the Shen family, lived for twenty-nine years. Gods do not believe that there is justice, but accidents happened frequently from the age of twenty-seven. Every time life and death were at stake, Shen's mother inquired many times and learned that there was a mysterious old man living in the ancient city under the snowy ridge, who could ward off evil spirits and avoid danger.
Shen's mother forced her son to go with her, but he was stranded due to high rebellion. Shen Liming couldn't resist Shen's mother and went there alone. She got lost and walked into a strange building. There were nine strangely carved relief wooden pillars on both sides of the door. The word "Hermit Villa" was engraved on the plaque on the front door. Those wooden pillars emitted a strange light as he came closer to the reliefs, as if they had come to life...
Shen Liming: "Oh, you're pretending to be a ghost!" He turned around and left.
Those strange lights gradually dimmed until he left. At the same time, the young man on an ice bed in a bedroom deep in the villa slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, his eyes were filled with cold light. He gently touched the jade finger on his right thumb, and his eyes darkened involuntarily.
The old man who rejected Shen Liming walked into the villa and bowed his hands respectfully to the pale and frail young man sitting on the throne, "Master Mu Yin, how could you wake up so early this time?"
Muyin's brows furrowed slightly, shrouded in a hint of confusion, "Who has been here today?"
The old man was shocked and pretended to be calm, "No one is visiting!"
Muyin raised his eyes to look at the old man and stopped talking. He curled his lips thoughtfully. He only woke up after a hundred years, but this time he woke up after sleeping for less than a hundred years. Through the window, he saw the treetops blown by the wind outside, and slowly said, "The wind has risen!!!"
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Later, Shen Liming cut his hand just to drive the reliefs on the wooden pillars, but the reliefs did not move at all.
[The age is unknown, the person is sick before the person, the combat power behind the person is Max, the person who is really sick will suffer]*[The firm materialism slaps the face, the fragrance is really fragrant, and the self-guided strategy]
Intention: A sick man in front of others, but a maximal fighting ability in the back.
