As his consciousness wavered.
When Xiao Mo came to, he found himself standing in front of a dilapidated courtyard.
Xiao Mo looked around. He was in a village.
The village was deserted, and quite a few houses had collapsed. The buildings also bore scorch marks.
It looked as though the place had been ravaged by war.
Xiao Mo looked at his little hands, then found a water jar and used it to check his reflection.
His appearance was exactly the same as in his previous lives, with nothing different about it.
Judging by his looks, he was about ten years old.
Just as Xiao Mo was inspecting his surroundings, the voice and text of the Book of a Hundred Lives appeared in his mind:
[The host has entered the fourth life of the Book of a Hundred Lives.]
[Character background: Host, you were born in a small village in the Western Regions.
You had neither father nor mother, but at least you could grow up eating the food shared by the villagers.
Then one day, war came to your village, and everyone there was killed.
You were spared because you had gone to the river to catch fish.
In a world as merciless as the Western Regions, killing and being killed are perfectly ordinary.
For many people in the Western Regions, simply staying alive is a luxury.
After your village was burned down, you had nowhere to go, so you could only walk onward without any destination.
Luckily, you met several boys around your age along the way.
You joined them. Since you were the youngest of the five, they called you Fifth.
The five of you drifted from place to place, stealing and begging, digging for wild vegetables on the mountain and catching fish in the river to get