"After a short stay, they left without finding anything."
In the cemetery of the deserted city, under the bright red moonlight, a sigh came from the Gaowu building that had been cold for many years.
A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, and the dim yellow oil lamp swayed, shaking the equipment in a mess around it.
There is a glass hourglass on an old tabletop, quietly recording the invisible time that slips away with a tangible flowing gesture.
In the corner under the dim light, there is an extremely twisted person lying on the ground. His long dirty hair is scattered on the ground like a layer of spider webs. His head is buried in the hair and has been lifeless for a long time. If an outsider sees him,
He will never be associated with a living person.
"How many years have passed, do you still remember your companion, eh? Wolf Slave".
When he didn't get a response, the young man laughed coldly. He had slender eyebrows and an extremely charming smile. His long hair fell on his shoulders and became entangled with the dark patterns on the clothes. His tone was ghostly.
Angry, he raised his head silently, his eyes reflected the hole in the roof, and the huge moon disk in the hole. Under the moonlight, he had a pale face as handsome as a person on a sickbed, "You leave the Huns."
It has been quite some time. Although you and I are alone and rarely communicate, we have offset a lot of loneliness. How about it, do you still want to return to your companions?''
The wind blows, and the moon disappears into the dark clouds, "Haha! Can you still identify the group of people just now? Yes, they are.
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Before he finished speaking, the door was suddenly disturbed by an external force. As a large fan extinguished the candlelight in the room, a burly body suddenly appeared under the starless sky and walked through the door wrapped in the strong smell of blood.
A cold air spread from behind the young man, staring closely at the blood-stained scimitar in the hand of the visitor, while the wolf slave in the darkness stood up as if waking up from a dream, revealing a third of his ferocious and strange face.
It made a dark hoarse sound, and scratched the ground with its sharp nails, making a bone-crushing provocative sound.
The noises came one after another, and the crows in the cemetery fled one after another. After a while, only three shadows were left in the house.
''What are you afraid of?'' Sharp eyes stared at the young man sitting on the wooden bench in the night.
"They are the Huns." The young man regained his composure, and after finishing speaking to the wolf slave, he raised the corners of his mouth and showed a mocking smile, "Ha! Tonight is truly a night of great events!"
"Huns?" The visitor asked solemnly, "Are you a Huns?"
"No, I'm not." The young man stood up, fumbled with the firewood around him to start a fire, and then breathed a long sigh of relief, "The ones you just massacred are the ones you asked me to be afraid of. Someone was holding a knife."
Do you think I should be afraid of breaking into my territory?" The light of the fire illuminated his pale and delicate face. He retracted his eyes from the knife and blew a few more breaths into Chai Xin, the flames rising.
rising.
The visitor flicked away the dust on his plainclothes and squinted at the wolf slave who was about to move in the corner. His whole face could not be seen in his hair, and his trembling body could not tell whether he was angry or scared. The visitor asked coldly: '
'Where did this thing come from?''
''You scared him, General Meng Tian''.
The owner of the house looked sideways at the figure at the door. Suddenly, there was another gust of wind outside the door, mixed with mist and howling in, blowing the flames. In the inky darkness, there was unspeakable danger and depression.
.
The wind gradually faded away, the surroundings immediately became quiet, the moon escaped from the shackles of the dark clouds, and everything seemed like it had never happened.
Sparks crackled, and the resolute face of Qin General Meng Tian gradually appeared in the room.
A hint of surprise flashed through his bright black pupils, and he asked the frightened young man on the ground: "Do you know me?" Meng Tian raised the knife in his hand, looked at it for a moment, and then threw it away in disgust.
When he got outside, he immediately closed the door and took a wooden stool to sit opposite the young man.
The wolf slave in the corner realized that the visitor had no murderous intentions, so he relaxed his grudge and became slightly calmer.
The young man breathed a long sigh of relief, without looking at Meng Tian, and said to himself: "In this vast territory, if you can exude such a strong killing spirit when you enter, you will kill countless enemies and be powerful."
The deserted General Mengtian, who in the world doesn’t know him... But the general who always wears a military uniform actually appears in this abandoned city in plain clothes, which really surprises me." After a pause, he added
: "This wolf slave, when I saw him a few years ago, he was already dying. I saw how pitiful he was and saved him. Now he can understand human speech. Do you believe me when I say this?"
"I don't believe it." The corners of Meng Tian's mouth gradually raised, and his sharp eyes seemed to observe every feature of the other person's body carefully, "Do you know the cost of saving it?"
''Is it serious enough to be charged with treason?'' His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was really worried about this.
"Then it depends on your next choice." Meng Tian glanced at the messy items on the ground and asked with critical eyes: "I have a question, what are those Huns looking for, and how could they let it go?"
you?''
''They were plundering valuables, but their calculations were wrong. They let me go because I said I was a Huns''.
"Really?" Meng Tian whispered, with a sarcastic face that was half gloomy and half pity, "Do they believe it?"
''Yes, because I understand Hun characters and speak the Hun language.'' In front of Meng Tian, this young man gradually became calmer and showed no sign of the submissiveness of a small person.
The guest with bad intentions picked up a piece of firewood and held it at the heart of the fire, saying: "As far as I know, you have other abilities."
''But you don't doubt that I am a Huns, or a Huns spy''.
''Because I have heard some of your stories, so I will try to believe you, gravekeeper... Yao Yan'', he said, already half-squinting his eyes to capture the expression on the young man's face.
Every expression.
The young man named Yaoyan's eyes immediately became confused, and then he asked with a smile: "I wonder what choice the general wants me to make?"
At this point, Meng Tian deliberately changed the subject and said with a smile: "I heard people here say that you not only have profound knowledge and knowledge, but also have a face that is unparalleled in the world. Now...hehe, could it be that I am dazzled?
?" He looked at Yaoyan's pale and sickly face seriously.
''It's just the old people from the Western Regions who add fuel to the fire. Besides, staying in the gloomy cemetery all year round, even gods will not be any more glorious than me."
"Hmph! If a normal person stays at home in this abandoned city and doesn't communicate with others all day long, he will become like you, right?"
Yao Yan said without hesitation: "Ordinary people speak approximately 17,520 words to seven people every day, while I speak approximately 1,752 words to myself plus the wolf slave every day. Calculate it like this."
It doesn’t mean I don’t communicate with others.”
Meng Tian gently tapped the hilt of the sword with one hand and asked: "Then how do you confirm what is happening in the outside world?"
"I don't know many things happening in the outside world. I use hunger, thirst, cold and heat to determine my needs. But the only thing I can really determine so far is that this deserted city needs me, and I also need it." Meng Tian
While pondering this sentence, I heard Yao Yan continue to say: "General Meng, each of us has our own boundaries, boundaries, but you have crossed the boundary. This may be a fatal mistake."
"Oh, fatal mistake? Keep going".
"You should never have left the military camp and come here alone."
"What will happen if I leave?"
Yao Yan turned his head to meet Meng Tian's probing eyes and asked in a cold voice: "It seems that the general likes to ask questions tonight. Why don't I ask one too? You must have more important questions to ask when you come here this time."
, about some unexplainable strange things?"
"Pa", a piece of firewood was broken by Mengtian's fingertips. His eyes suddenly became serious, and he squinted and said: "I am indeed here to seek some reasonable explanations for some questions, but I am not sure whether you can."
Answer my question''.
''If the answer is unreasonable, what will be the consequences for me?''
The sand in the hourglass flowed silently, and Yao Yan quietly waited for Meng Tian's answer.
''The consequence for you is death''.
After a long silence, Yao Yan stood up, moved the bed, and with difficulty removed the floor, and said: "The hut has not been repaired for many years. It has deteriorated over time, and the Yin Qi in the cemetery has accumulated. In such a desolate ghost place, the Huns also
Without intending to search carefully," he reached into the ground and took out a parchment roll from the crack.
The sheepskin roll was spread out, and a strong musty smell irritated their noses. It was written with dense Hun characters, starting with the two weird words "moth locust".
Yao Yan said: "Now, tell me about the strange things that happened in your military camp!"
Meng Tian's face suddenly darkened, and he asked sharply: "Why did you know what happened in the military camp?"
"Guess, if something important hadn't happened in the military camp, how could you, the leader of the army, leave so easily?"
Suddenly, an unexpected sound invaded Mengtian's consciousness. When he listened carefully, he saw that countless crows were flying across the sky as if they were greatly frightened.
"What's going on?" Meng Tian frowned. This phenomenon made him subconsciously connect it with the strange things that happened in the military camp recently.
''They must have been frightened in some way." Yaoyan walked to the table, turned the dim hourglass over, and said, "We can start."
"I had a dream".
"later?"
"later......"
The angle of view was pushed further and further, Meng Tian's face gradually became illusory, and time returned to three days ago.