In the dark room, Lin Huang looked at the scene in the empty space, his expression became a little solemn.
turn out to be……
This Zhulu City is not related to Zhulu Mountain or Tuoba Xiao, but to Tuoba Fu.
Thousands of years ago, the leader of Zuojiaming Cult!
That was the young man carrying a black wooden box out of the mountain in the scene in Lin Huang's eyes.
Tuobafu!
I don’t know why, but Tuoba Fu doesn’t seem to be that famous in the Cangqiong Continent. His fame doesn’t seem to be as famous as Li Baiyi, Xiao Yishan, or Qin Changsheng.
But, he is the leader of the Ming Cult!
Perhaps the four ancient tribes deliberately suppressed Tuoba Fu's sense of existence.
And Lin Huang didn't know that much about Tuoba Fu.
It’s just that I have heard many stories about him from the mouths of a generation of Mingjiao people!
In Tuoba Fu's origin, there is no connection with Zhulu City. Perhaps the latter deliberately concealed his origin, which also explains why Li Baiyi could use the location of Zhulu City as a tip bag for him.
Lin Huang suddenly sighed.
Strictly speaking, the small village he saw was his hometown.
The hometown of the Tuoba clan...
Perhaps Tuoba Xiao also walked out of here ten thousand years ago. Later, this village was submerged by history. It was not until Emperor Ai of the Ming Dynasty that the descendants of the Ming Dynasty returned to this hometown that had been dormant for seven thousand years.
Then Tuoba returns to the mountain!
It's a pity that even though Tuoba Fu suppressed the evil tribe and ended the Eternal Night Era that lasted for two thousand years, he was still defeated at the hands of the four ancient tribes.
Back on the ruined battlefield, Lin Huang had seen that huge drum, which was feared by everyone in the Ming Cult.
The drum head was made of Tuoba Fu's skin and flesh.
The drumsticks were made from Tuoba Fu's bones.
A great hero was skinned and dismembered after his death, and not even his whole body was left behind. How sad!
And back then, if Tuoba Fu had not been defeated, perhaps the Lin family would not have appeared in the Great Xia Dynasty, and the Xuanyuan family would not have appeared in the Eastern Spirit Realm...
Now, feeling that small village, Lin Huang's heart suddenly throbbed violently.
The next moment, Lin Huang stepped out!
He walked out of Zhulu City.
In just three steps, he appeared on the Qingtian Ancient Great Wall outside Zhulu City.
Lin Huang stood on the city wall, looking up at the desert where the power of restraint still remained in the void, and his long sleeves slowly passed in front of him...
Gradually, Lin Huang's eyes penetrated the void and saw the small village existing in the two-dimensional space in the desert.
Lin Huang lifted his steps and disappeared!
desolate.
Loneliness.
Desolate.
dilapidated.
The small mountain village seems to be forever frozen under the afterglow of the setting sun, giving people a feeling of vast twilight, which makes people feel sad unconsciously.
The jackdaws in the sky are screaming, the sound is shocking to the heart.
The long wind blows through the mountain forest, picking up a pile of withered yellow leaves and flying all over the sky.
However, the three-foot-long wooden bridge has long since rotted! Even the iron cables that make up the bridge have become rotten... Although Lin Huang was walking on the bridge, he was pacing in the air.
After crossing the bridge, you will reach the extremely narrow village entrance!
It was blocked by Mo Guhuai...
The ancient locust trees stand in all directions, and dozens of people cannot surround them. They must have been full of vitality, but now they are dead and decaying, with fallen leaves falling and only the branches remaining.
Under the big locust tree, the small stone squats originally used to enjoy the shade are covered with thick moss!
Lin Huang looked at the entrance of the village, at the ancient locust trees, at the stone piers, and at the rows of dilapidated ancient houses in front of him. He opened his mouth wide and suddenly became a little absent-minded and confused.
……home!
This dilapidated place is his hometown.
There is no Jian Jia Cang Cang.
There is no singing of birds and fragrance of flowers.
There is no spring breeze or winter snow.
There are only patches of desolation and deserted loneliness.
Lin Huang passed through the ancient locust trees and entered the village.
It was just as dilapidated as he imagined.
Overgrown with weeds and without any vitality.
Not long after... Lin Huang followed the scene he had seen in the picture before and appeared outside a courtyard.
It was just an ordinary courtyard... As the years went by, the courtyard became extremely dilapidated! And in the courtyard, the joy and laughter of the past were gone.
Perhaps, this courtyard has never been happy.
Lin Huang appeared in the room, which was no different from an ordinary rural house... Only after the dust in the room was cleared away, one could see stacks of manuscripts placed on the slips of paper that were no more than three feet high.
In fact, it’s not really a manuscript.
It can only be regarded as a draft for children to practice writing...the handwriting on it is crooked and looks very childish!
But the content in the manuscript is full of subtle meaning.
The manuscript is three feet high and the last two fingers thick are all filled with the word "Kill". Next to the dark ink mark of the word "Kill", only mottled tears and blood remain.
Every stroke is filled with overwhelming hatred!
There is only one sentence in the last manuscript, "Tuoba Fu swears that in this life... I swear to kill the evil tribe!"
…
Lin Huang gently put down the manuscript proving Tuoba Fu's existence, sighed and shook his head.
When a person dies, the light goes out.
Everything will be erased by time.
Lin Huang rolled up his sleeves and left the courtyard... He walked slowly in the small village, looking at every scene here, the flutter in his heart gradually disappeared.
It was replaced by sentimentality.
The ancestral land of the Tuoba clan has become so dilapidated. Is there really a place of peace in this world?
Where is Jian Jia Cang Cang!
While walking, Lin Huang suddenly stopped.
He appeared in the mountains behind the small mountain village.
Ahead, weeds covered the waist.
And among the barren weeds, there was a rotten tombstone.
The tombstone was stained with blood, and the words were written in blood. The handwriting had decayed and was completely unrecognizable.
In front of the tombstone, there is a scattered corpse...
Lin Huang frowned slightly, and suddenly there was a giant hammer hammering in his heart.
He wiped his eyes with two fingers, and immediately penetrated the long river of time, looking down at the scene a thousand years ago.
That’s the entrance to the village at dusk!
A gray-haired old woman sat under the stone pier of the ancient locust tree, gently patting the soil on the soles of her shoes. From time to time, the old woman would look up at the other end of the bridge.
She had been doing this for many years, but she never waited until someone appeared on the other side of the bridge.
"Ahem..."
After a while, the old woman would cough twice, which made her figure become even more rickety during the coughing. Against the backdrop of the elongated figure under the setting sun, the old woman's evening scene became even more lonely.
However, the old woman didn't seem sad. Although the eyes hidden in the deep and shallow wrinkles on her face had begun to lose sight, there was still light when she looked towards the bridge!
Just this day.
A cold wind suddenly started blowing outside the small mountain village.
A bloody smell poured into the small mountain village.
The old woman sitting on the stone pier under the ancient locust tree seemed to have something in her mind. She walked on the bridge with a crooked cane and a crooked cane.
At that moment when the cold wind blew the silver hair, a figure appeared on the other end of the wooden bridge!
It was a middle-aged man wearing broken armor. He was holding a person in his arms and slowly walked into the small mountain village...
The person in his arms was covered by a sun-moon embroidered dragon flag as red as blood!