Legend of the Devil's Island before the Devil's Day 1
Chuzhou City is a small seaside city in the easternmost part of Daxuan Kingdom. Even if you look at the entire Yunchuan Continent, it can be regarded as the easternmost city.
Although Chuzhou City is not big, it is well-known in Daxuan Kingdom.
It is famous because there is a notorious evil island in the deep sea less than a hundred miles away from the east of the city!
A main street that is more than ten miles long runs along the coast from east to west across the entire Chuzhou City. At the east end of the street is a small port, leading to the dangerous island in the deep sea; at the west end of the street, the terrain gradually rises and forms a small hillside.
, a majestic courtyard stands out on the mountain, which is the seat of Chuzhou Yamen Mansion.
The houses of the Yamen Mansion are row upon row of carved railings and jade inlays, dark in color, with a pair of ferocious-looking dragon stone carvings on both sides of the three- to five-foot-high gate, and a hundred-step stone platform on the facade slowly swooping towards the street in the distance, making it look majestic and majestic.
The streets of Chuzhou City are bustling with people coming and going. Shops, teahouses, inns and various miscellaneous shops line both sides of the main road.
There is a circular market in the middle of the long street, which serves as a venue for regular business gatherings in the city. It is usually crowded with people of all kinds and bustling with people coming and going, making it very lively.
As soon as noon arrived, a group of people suddenly gathered in a corner of the square. In the middle of the crowd was a wrinkled old storyteller. He brewed a cup of green tea on the wooden table in front of him. He held a fan in his left hand and a small board in his right hand.
The old man picked up the small board and knocked it on the wooden table, and the crowd gathered in silence. The old man shook his head and said, "By the way..."
The old man paused after opening his mouth, rolled his eyes towards the crowd and asked, "Where did I talk about yesterday?"
The audience below who had just quieted down began to boo and boo again, and one of the elderly audience members shouted, "Speaking of the legend about the evil island."
The old man nodded and continued: "A hundred miles west of this city is the deep sea, and there is a black island in the deep sea, commonly known as the evil island..."
At this time, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the street, and they galloped across the long street. When everyone turned around, they saw a horse-riding soldier in red armor running away towards the Yamen Mansion with an order flag in hand.
"Spread out, spread out." I heard the officers and soldiers dismiss the crowds on both sides of the street to make way for a spacious avenue in the middle of the street. Immediately afterwards, a pair of men in black on horseback and soldiers on foot poured into the street.
"Black Tiger Guards..." At this time, someone on the roadside recognized the identities of these men in black. They were mercenaries of the imperial court, responsible for arresting and escorting serious criminals of the imperial court.
At this time, at the Chuzhou Yamen Mansion, two lines of Yamen soldiers with long swords on their waists were lined up from the steps in front of the door to the inner hall.
"What happened, Mr. Chen?" Seeing such a huge scene, a young man standing in line in front of the government office asked the old man surnamed Chen next to him in a low voice. Apparently he had only started this job not long ago.
"The imperial court is escorting the prisoners to the evil island." the old man replied.
"Haunted Island?" the young man repeated in confusion, "But I clearly remember that a batch was only brought here last year?"
"Prisoners from the Evil Island are gathered from all over the Daxuan Kingdom and sent to Chuzhou every four years. However, there are also special cases. When they encounter serious criminals who are really difficult to guard, they will be temporarily brought to Chuzhou City from time to time so that they can be sent to the Evil Island in time to avoid danger.
The nights are long and the dreams are many. It seems that the one the Black Tiger Guards escorted this time is the latter." The old man said solemnly.
Although ordinary government officials do not know these things, the old man surnamed Chen has been working as a clerk in the Chuzhou government office for more than 20 years. When he was young, he once personally escorted prisoners to that dark island, so he does know a little about it.
The young government officer next to him naturally took a breath of cold air when he heard this.
"The last time a prisoner was temporarily escorted to a dangerous island must have been more than ten years ago." Old Man Chen sighed, seeming to recall his experiences as a yamen errand in his life.
He clearly remembered that the last time the prisoner was temporarily escorted to the island was a child of only three or four years old. This child was already a felon in the court at a young age. He heard that his family had offended someone in the court, and although the whole family was wiped out,
The only child left alive was sentenced to a serious crime. He was sent to the evil island, obviously to eradicate and kill them all.
"This child must have died a long time ago." The old government official sighed secretly. Although he was used to seeing all kinds of cruel things in the world, when he recalled the young child back then, he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart.
It is said that Evil Island is a place specially used to imprison the most evil people in the world. Entering the island is like entering the gate of hell. There has always been no way in or out. No one has ever been able to come out alive, let alone a mere child.
In addition, there are no guards on this island. This is not because the government is unwilling to set up guards, but because the guards sent in the past, no matter how powerful their martial arts are, often disappear without a trace within a few days.
As time goes by, naturally no one wants to go there. After all, no one wants to die in vain.
The government's explanation for this is to let the murderers on the island use evil to cure evil.
In fact, whether there are guards or not has little impact on the criminals imprisoned on the island, because the waters near this dangerous island are very strange, ordinary wood cannot float at all, and only special ebony boats can travel.
Every four years, the Daxuan Kingdom would bring the most vicious criminals in the country to Chuzhou, and then take them from the port here to the evil island.
Firstly, there are not many prisoners escorted to the dangerous island. Secondly, it takes a lot of manpower and financial resources to escort the prisoners to the dangerous island to ensure safety along the way.
At this time, after the escort team had passed, the crowd in a corner of the square on the street turned to the old storyteller again. The old man continued: "The evil island is a hell on earth..."
…
Above the sea, there are dense clouds and gray air, and a dark and gloomy atmosphere surrounds an isolated island filled with dark white rocks.
Although the island is shrouded in haze, it is covered with a large number of woods, but the green leaves are less green and more of a dark dark green tone.
The sea area near the sea is as dark as ink, steamy, unusually viscous, and weird like a swamp.
From a distance, this island shows no sign of life except for a piece of ghostly floating Yin Qi.
However, if you go deep into the island, you can see some ferocious beasts that grind their teeth and drink blood. Most of these living creatures have a keen sense of smell and are extremely sensitive. They can jump around, sneak and dig caves, and their survival ability is very strong.
In the black mist above the island, occasionally a few large birds can be seen flying with their wings spread wide, and during the day, there are also bats that walk strangely to catch prey.
Life on this island has one and only one iron rule: survival, nothing but survival.
Of course, there are humans among these living creatures, but on this island, humans are just a link in the life chain of the jungle.
The difference is that humans are a group of organized animals. And the humans here have compressed all their civilizational wisdom into personal skills used to maintain and seek the right to survive.
At this time, on a certain hillside of Ominous Island, a group of people were forming a circle and shouting loudly. In the circle, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old was holding an iron sword and was fighting with a burly, full-faced man.
Huge men with thick faces were dueling.
The onlookers had strange looks, with scars all over their bodies, broken arms, and missing ears. It seemed that disability was also a decoration on this dangerous island. The only thing they had in common was the mark under their armpit, which was the special mark of the prisoners on the dangerous island.
These people are all fierce-looking, and their clothes are generally in tatters. Some of them wear no clothes at all, but use some crushed tree sap to smear their bodies, and then paint their faces with mottled colors, completely dressing themselves up like savages.
The thirteen-year-old boy in the middle of the duel is not tall, and his slightly thin body hides undetectable strength. On his dark face, a pair of black eyes are shining in the depths, hiding murderous intent.
One feels extremely dangerous.
But even so, the boy was covered in bruises and bruises under the giant man's crazy attack, and blood flowed down along the various wounds, condensing into dark red bruises.
The crowd of onlookers was divided into two waves. One side was led by a bald man with a tiger-like face, and a long scar like a caterpillar crawling on the back of his head.
"Get up, Liu Ming, you little bastard, get up quickly." The bald man's eyes were wide open, his fists were clenched and he was gesturing left and right in the void, and he was yelling at the young man through gritted teeth.
Yelled.
The leader of the other faction is a one-eyed dragon, who looks to be less than forty years old. One of his eyes is dark and sunken in, like a hole in a branch that is secreted and solidified by gum.
The one-eyed dragon now crossed his hands on his chest, and the muscles in his giant arms under his clothes were about to explode. He watched the fight on the field in silence, but there was a hint of joy in his heart.
When young Liu Ming was knocked down by the giant man and lay on the ground without moving, some of the onlookers put their hands and fingers into their mouths and whistled, some imitated the sounds of wolves or tigers and roared with passion.
The moment the young man lay on the ground, what happened a few days ago flashed through his mind.
…
Three days ago, in the dense forest on the island, a young man was chasing a white deer, holding a bow and arrow that was almost taller than himself.
It may be due to the harsh environment of the island. The prey on this island are extremely refined. Especially this kind of white deer is famous for its lightning speed. People often call it "white" when they see it, and they can't even say "deer" in time.
If you shout, it will disappear, let alone approach or chase it.
The young man relied on his extraordinary speed and agility to track the white deer all afternoon.
Just as the white deer ran into the edge of the woods, the boy's right hand instantly drew the quiver behind his back, smoothly placed the bow, took aim, and pulled the string fiercely to shoot.
With a "swish" sound, the white deer in front instantly flipped over onto its back and fell into a patch of grass with big leaves.
The young man finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked over slowly. He had been chasing the deer for a long time, and his body was already exhausted.
At this moment, a burly man with a sword across his shoulder suddenly jumped out of the grass in front of him. When he saw Liu Ming, he was startled at first, but when he saw the white deer in front of him, he suddenly became overjoyed:
"Haha, I didn't expect such a good thing. Boy, thank you for bringing this thing to my door." The giant man laughed and picked up the dead deer and put it on his shoulders, and then, without looking at the boy's turn,
Just leave.
"Put it down! That prey is mine!" Seeing this, the young man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said in a low voice without hesitation.
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