His consciousness blurred for a moment.
When Xiao Mo came to his senses, he found himself standing before a dilapidated courtyard.
Xiao Mo looked around and saw he was in a village.
The village was completely deserted. Many of the houses had collapsed, and they bore the marks of being burned.
The place looked as if it had been ravaged by war.
Xiao Mo glanced down at his small hands, then found a water urn to look at his reflection.
He looked exactly the same as he had in his previous lives. Nothing was different.
Judging by his appearance, he was about ten years old.
Just as Xiao Mo was sizing up his surroundings, the voice and words of the Hundred Generations Book appeared in his mind:
[Host has entered the fourth life of the Hundred Generations Book.]
[Background: You were born in a small village in the Western Regions.
Though you were an orphan, you managed to get by on the charity of the villagers.
But one day, war came to your village, and everyone in it was killed.
