Spring is here, grass grows, birds fly, water flows, mountains are green.

But this is not my world. At this time, I was lying in the crystal coffin of a huge white jade tomb. The walls of the tomb carved by white jade were covered with strange runes. This should be the golden talisman used to conquer the corpse, but the talisman with the originally flashing golden light emitted a strange green color. Common sense tells me that this kind of unreasonable phenomenon occurs because the lid of the coffin has been opened.

So, although I am still alive, I can only lie in the coffin, because the real owner of this coffin is standing quietly beside the coffin, with his head rotating stiffly. I know it is looking for me, but unfortunately it cannot bow its head, and the place where I lie is the only blind spot in the tomb that cannot be noticed for it. From bottom to top, I can clearly see the body that has not been rotten for thousands of years, and even its eyes are still turning slightly.

Before I came in, I had already made the worst plans, but I still couldn't evacuate safely. The dragon-robed old corpse, one of the four corpse kings in the legend of the wizard world in the Chinese mainland, was indeed not something that a wizard like me could deal with. Thinking of this, I was completely disappointed. Although I did not have the threat of immediate death, the dragon-robed old corpse could stand here for thousands of years, but I could not lie here for even more than ten days.

What is depressed is that when a part of my body leaves the scope of the crystal coffin, the old corpse of the dragon robe will immediately notice me. The next result, without any imagination, I will be sucked away from the essence and blood and become the "food" for it to maintain its body's non-decay. Taking a step back, even if I am not killed by it, I will be starved to death, thirst, or even suffocated by shit and urine. Facing this thousand-year-old top zombie who has become a sperm, let alone excretion, even a fart can be traced from thousands of miles away. So fundamentally speaking, even if I lie in the coffin, it is not absolutely safe, it can only be said to be a temporary stopgap.

Although I was in the most dangerous of the millions of catacombs that have not been discovered in the Central Plains of China, don’t think I am a tomb robber. I am just an ordinary wizard, an unlucky wizard who entered the wrong place at the wrong time, and all this started with a mission I performed at the end of 1992.

If it weren't for that mission, I would have retired gloriously and devoted myself to the busy secular life, becoming one of the many living beings, and spending my life that was either wonderful, mediocre, but also meaningful.

But what I didn't expect was that fate played a huge joke on me, allowing me to peek into the ultimate secret of this world. From then on, the life of ordinary humans has been completely insulated from me.

It was also from that day that I became the most ordinary little wizard in the wizard world.

That year was my fourth year of service. The place where I served was located in Danyang City, the capital of China. It was really a heavy responsibility. The task performed by our company was very special, which was to shoot death row prisoners. There are many rumors among the people. For example, some people say that we will make meritorious contributions when shooting a prisoner. This is a ridiculous saying, because shooting a prisoner is our daily task. How can we reward our own job? It is even more delusional to remember meritorious rewards.

But there are indeed veterans who have performed N many execution tasks and never make mistakes. When they are discharged from the army, they will receive a third-class merit honor. In the company I serve, the squad leader is the veteran I have seen with my own eyes and the only person I have seen in four years of service. He is the legend of our company. He once set a record of shooting a prisoner for eight shots with a deputy executioner. The criminal prisoner who stretched out his clutches to a minor girl was basically beaten into a sieve after being sentenced to death. We all say that the squad leader did this on purpose, but the squad leader did not admit it.

During my service, the squad leader shot 24 death row prisoners. However, on August 14, 1992, I will tie the squad leader's record in the fourth year of my military service, which also means that when I transfer to my new unit at the end of the year, I may also report with a third-class honor merit.

With this honor and without this honor, the development effect of the new unit will definitely be different. Therefore, I cherish this opportunity very much and hope to complete the last task completely.

Before getting in the car, the executioner drew the number, and I drew the number 4 prisoner. "Today is No. 14, the 24th mission was carried out. How come prisoner No. 4 was shot. Why did there be 4?" I murmured in a low voice.

As a traditional Chinese mainlander, although I am a soldier, I still have a little doubt about numbers.

"Swallow, as a soldier, don't be so superstitious. If you fire this gun well, you will have the merits." Daluo, who joined the army in the same year as me, encouraged me.

I didn't take much care, and after tidying up my equipment, I got into the car. We would never allow communication with the person being punished, but before every execution we would secretly observe the person being punished, perhaps because of curiosity, or to make ourselves feel at ease, anyway, every executioner would do this.

But this time when I saw the prisoner I was about to be shot, my heart suddenly became uneasy. This was a very pure girl. She looked only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with short hair at the ears and fair skin. I couldn't imagine that this girl would be a death row prisoner.

People say that appearance is born from the heart. Among the prisoners I shot and sentenced to death and extremely evil, most of them are ugly and difficult to see. They are extremely vicious at first glance.

But the girl in front of me seemed as pitiful as the girl next door. Shooting such a prisoner was definitely a huge test for the executioner's psychology. Objectively speaking, after performing so many tasks, I would not be nervous anymore, but this time I suddenly became extremely nervous and couldn't help but tremble all over.

I don't know what's wrong with me either.

The car started, and the big radish beside him lit a cigarette and put it on my mouth and said, "Not that, buddy, the last shot before retirement, it turned out like this. Are you a long-tested revolutionary soldier? You are full of thoughts about the third-class merit. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, as this can easily lead to your failure to do anything."

Daluoche is my best friend in the company. Because he was born one day earlier than me, he often uses the word "brother" to call himself in front of me.

"Don't you shit." I cursed angrily, but my hand holding the cigarette kept shaking.

"Faced with a criminal who is extremely sinful, don't be rude, it will not do you any good." The professor sat opposite me and said in a low voice.

The professor is the most special of all my comrades. He likes to read psychology works and analyzes people's psychology for no reason. Although I think he rarely can correctly analyze other people's psychology, predicting the other person's psychological activities through other people's expressions and body movements is indeed much better than us. At this time, he saw the real reason why I was afraid of being like this.

Therefore, he is called a professor by us. Since he got this nickname, the professor has become more proud of his words. Before that, he was undoubtedly an authentic chatterbox.
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