Mountain forests, moonlit nights... everything is a little unreal.
Phosphorus fire, tombstones... the scenery is somewhat eerie.
Young men in tattered clothes patrolled the cemetery.
The old crows are noisy and the shadows of the trees are slanting.
The young man searched in the cemetery for a long time and finally found two yellowed steamed buns in front of a soil bag where paper money had been newly scattered.
The young man quickly picked it up, put it into his clothes, and left in a hurry.
Fighting for food with lonely ghosts is what this troubled world looks like.
The young man who left the cemetery walked very quickly. He walked out of the cemetery and trotted up the mountain.
Suddenly... the young man stopped, sweat dripping down his back.
Three wild dogs with shiny eyes stood guard in front, their fangs grinning ferociously.
The young man looked at the vicious dog in front of him, pinched the steamed bun in his arms, and looked towards the mountain.
He steeled himself and rushed straight over.
It was just a young man who rushed past a wild dog, but he showed the courage of a famous general to rush into the battlefield.
The three wild dogs did not expect that such a little thing could have such courage. They were startled by the young man and jumped back, then howled and chased after him.
The boy didn't dare to look back, he only dared to run one step at a time...running crazily!
However, the thin boy could not outrun the wild dog and was thrown to the ground by one.
Then came the excruciating pain...
They were tearing at his body... The boy could clearly feel the marks left by each tooth on his body.
Enduring the pain and looking forward... I can't fall here!
The young man picked up a stone from the ground and hit it hard on the head of the dog that bit him the hardest.
Flesh and blood splattered.
The ferocity was aroused. The boy turned over and pinned the other two dogs under him. Using his hands and feet, he turned over in the dust and bit the throats of the two dogs with his teeth...
Then he lay down in the dust...
Lying with three dead dogs...
There is a very white and big moon in the sky. When my grandmother was alive, she said that there were gods and goddesses living on the moon. But if there were gods, why didn't she save her grandmother...save herself...and also save her from serious illness?
sister...
He had been bitten so many times that he was numb from the pain. The boy got up, tore off the cloth strips on his body, tied the three dogs together, and dragged the bodies of the three dead dogs forward.
The blood slipped from his shoulder and flowed all the way to his fingertips. He couldn't stop because there was someone waiting for him.
After enduring the pain and walking for a long time, we finally arrived at our destination, a ruined temple.
The young man who was guarding the door of the ruined temple saw that he stood up suddenly. He was a young man who fled from the same village as himself, his name was Nie Weiran.
The young man dragged the dead dog's body and smiled at Nie Weiran:
"Xiao Nie, look, we have meat to eat."
Nie Weiran was a little embarrassed. He looked at the young man covered in blood under the moonlight and said in a panic:
"Zhang Yan, your sister is dead."
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All the pictures and sounds are frozen here.
Then the color faded away, becoming black and white, then only lines remained, and then... nothing was left.
Oh, that was many years ago.
I am already the leader of Tianli, and no wild dog will bite me on the shoulder.
So is Nie Weiran...oh, he's dead too.
Zhang Yan's consciousness recovered from the chaos, and in front of him was Fu Hongxue holding a black knife.
In my ears was the dizzying murmur of the Wusheng Old Mother.
I have nothing left. There is nothing left in this world!
Zhang Yan pushed "Burning Blood" to the extreme, and his skills improved step by step.
This martial art is said to burn blood, but in fact, it burns life force... But no matter what, your own life is not valuable in the first place.
Zhang Yan, who burst out with divine and demonic power, waved his fist heavily.
"Fu Hongxue, go to hell!"
However, this pale young man just waved the black knife in his hand.
boom!!!
It's like an earthquake within a hundred miles radius!
The water on the ground seemed to have been detonated by tens of thousands of kilograms of explosives, venting to the sky and then falling like rain.
The swordsman who was clearly tied with him just now actually ended up being tied with him after he increased his skill with blood.
"Why!? Why!?"
Zhang Yan became more and more crazy, punching him simply and directly!
The power is getting stronger and stronger.
Fu Hongxue, who transformed into Han Feng, had no extra words and just waved his sword to block.
"Why can't I just lose?"
Bang Bang punched again, Zhang Yan's fist hit the blade of the black knife in Fu Hongxue's hand, and Fu Hongxue was knocked back two steps.
The blood in Zhang Yan's body became thicker and thicker, and he struck again with his fists.
"I won't lose, I want to win! Why can't I win!?"
Zhang Yan, who had lost his mind, became more and more frantic, burning all his lives in exchange for the most terrifying bloody power.
This kind of power is not leaked at all, but it is so powerful that it is terrifying.
Even the innately strong cannot underestimate this blow that risks the life of the leader of Tianli!
"Old Mother Wusheng! Take whatever I have. I have nothing left. What I want now is endless power!!!"
Zhang Yan was so crazy that he even lost his obedience to the gods. After roaring loudly, he punched Fu Hongxue.
Fu Hongxue's response was to bless the drawing of the sword in "Heaven and Earth Conquer Yin and Yang Great Compassion".
Blades collided with fists.
The already extremely restrained power only leaked out a little, and the earth collapsed.
The land with a radius of dozens of feet sank down for an unknown distance, just like an abyss without a bottom.
All the overflowing rivers pour into the abyss without stopping.
The swordsman in black and the leader of Tianli stood in mid-air.
Zhang Yan's face was full of disbelief.
I tried my best and gave my life with one punch... but I am evenly matched with you!?
"Why?"
The leader of Tianli murmured to himself, his black hair turned white in an instant, and his skin began to wrinkle.
Life force has been exhausted.
It was originally just an even battle, but Zhang Yan died because of too much investment.
When the battle ends, the tie card is consumed.
Han Feng is about to exit Fu Hongxue's state.
"I could fight like this all day."
Finally, he made a joke that no one could understand, and slashed Zhang Yan's neck with a black knife.
The swordsman in black disappeared from where he was.
Zhang Yan, whose throat was cut with a knife, did not speak. The scarlet color on his neck was particularly obvious.
The moment before losing his life, he finally got rid of the control of the will of the dead mother.
Zhang Yan looked around and saw that the flood had filled up the huge pit at his feet, but not much was left.
My vision is getting blurry.
A man leads a girl walking through the blurry world.
It's Nie Weiran, you are such an idiot, why were you killed... Haha, I am also an idiot...
The little girl Nie Weiran was holding came over and stretched out her hand to Zhang Yan.
"Brother, I'm home."
The crime was so heinous and the killing was so unjust that it caused the Cangjiang Flood to cause Zhang Yan, the leader of Tianli Cult, to be stunned for a moment.
Go home...
The corpse wearing a black gold cloak fell into the water below.