Dozens of hungry wolves were outside the cage, drooling disgusting saliva, staring hungrily at the people in the cage, making sounds like metal hoarseness, shouting, threatening, lusting and irritating, without stopping for a moment.
"crunch"
The heavy prison door made a rusty sound.
The people in the cage opened their eyes in shock and saw the cell door slowly opening a crack, but the evil wolves obediently stepped aside and looked down in front of the wizard, like docile and harmless lambs.
The condensed daylight made the sunlight pale and feeble, almost like a painting. The cold light shone on the young man who stood up slowly. He raised his head, his eyes were hollow and dark, and his skin was so pale that it was almost transparent.
"I hope you've thought it through. This is your last chance," the wizard said.
The young man walked past him silently, and the cell door closed heavily behind him.
The further we walked toward the royal court, the heavier the cold air became in the sky. The wind blew across the horns of the vast beasts, exuding a sharp breath.
In the center of the empty altar, there are goose-feather snowflakes floating gently, as if whispering a sad song. In the empty silence stands a figure, like a black sketch, with the corners of his smart eyes tilted over, there is an ink outline inside, as if Apart from him, it seemed that there was no one else in the world that created the blueprint for the vast mountains and rivers.
The young man stopped and looked at the man, with a cold line on his lips. After a long time, he called out: "Prince."
Finally, he bent down low.
The man didn't speak, he only moved the corners of his mouth with a thin smile.
late at night.
There was only a dim oil lamp in the darkness.
The night wind often whistled through the cracks in the windows of the hall, blowing the young man's hair tightly against his sweat-stained face. He had a cold expression, kneeling on the ground, and the dagger in his hand kept making outlines. However, the thin arms seemed to burst out with an almost fierce force, which was as fast and coherent as flowing water, but also a little impatient.
There was nothing on the ground. The cold wind blew through, and countless hollow stripes emerged from the dust. They were bright and extremely complicated. The young man's dagger was sharp and cold, and he continued to draw some lines.
As his eyes moved, those lines that could not be identified were like words, patterns, and incantations. In his eyes, they shone with dazzling light like a sea of stars, sculptures that were noisy and full of historical weight.
Every sound seems to be dragging a heavy fate, turning the whole room into a ethereal one.
In such an erratic and chaotic world, life is like a casually thrown object, and if the mission carried by life is to hit that era, if it does not put on the cloak of a story, it will be like a naked child, and history will destroy it. Relentlessly blocked from the bustling memory.
This is an era of abundant force and poor spirit. People don’t have much reason to focus on a person’s past, but they are willing to dig out the time-honored stories you know, and they will not hesitate to draw out the long-lost blood. Because the story contains treasures that run through ancient proverbs, and we look forward to opening and welcoming the next new cycle of life.
He sneered, revealing nothing else except his profound expression.
"There is never a shortage of heroes in the world. If a hero who is recognized by the world talks about a bunch of achievements that are not big or small, basically there is no need to put any effort into him, because this is not a person who can achieve great things. It's not a power you can rely on. There is a secret that allows you to see at a glance a pair of hands that can ultimately change the clouds and rain. Qi Li, a name that has inherited an ancient name that shakes the world, no matter what the current situation is, he can He embodies a spiritual spirit that breaks the rules and goes beyond the norm. Only such a person can help you lift your burdensome mission."
The sound of carving had ended at some point, and the voice of the wizard came out, which seemed to be advice and reminder.
The wind outside the window is getting stronger and stronger.
Yao Yan finally stopped what he was doing, and his fingers rested at the end of the line thoughtfully for a long time.
The most unusual weather was the bursts of winter thunder, white light flashed, lightning tore through the night sky, and the hall was instantly reflected in white.
"Ha, hahahaha..." His sneer slowly lengthened, his laughter heartbreaking, and his laughter so miserable.
When the cold and icy gaze once again swept across the complicated ground, a few more strokes were added to the finalized picture. For many years, it was closed in this isolated place, as if writing a story with blood.
The unknown bloody story became the trigger for Qi Li to advocate blood sacrifices to the Central Plains.
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In the rotten air.
The flying fireflies sparkle with the beauty of loneliness.
Some people leave and never come back.
Relatives waiting at home can be seen everywhere.
The corpses abandoned in the beacon smoke were tilted and buried in dust.
A huge white feather floats gently, as if caressing the bones, drawing symbols of grief. It is stained with yellow dust, just like in this troubled world full of gunpowder smoke and rubble, no one can remain clean.
The wind blew, and the swaying feathers were gradually sent up to the nine heavens. The quicksand on the ground and the group of people moved straight in this direction. In the pale hair, Wei Zhuang's unchanging pupils were like the sharpness of a sword, which has never changed.
.
In the armory in the cave, in the huge water storage device, the water droplets from the top of the cave are constantly knocking out ripples in the reservoir, as if silently fulfilling the duty of time, in a short period of darkness before dawn.
In the interval, the countdown to the resurgence of the war is recorded.
''beep''
''beep''
''Tick!''
Suddenly, the swaying of the water surface increased, and the inanimate prop seemed to feel the solemn footsteps and trembled in the dark air.
"In this way, the news of the disappearance of the general was spread in front of everyone. Although the general tried his best to control the news from being exposed, his plan to hide it from others was almost reaching its limit."
Standing in the armory was a lonely major general. He was recovering from a serious injury. At this moment, he should have been lying on the hospital bed to recuperate, or go out to inspect with his own eyes. But now he is the supreme commander here, and everyone's life has a great influence on him.
However, the soldiers have not yet realized that their lives have been transferred from the hands of their general to a weaker force. What he needs to do now is to straighten out some ideas in this secluded place.
"Young General," the spy who came in to report had an extremely solemn expression. Looking at his soulless look, you could tell that he had endured a great shock.
"Why are you panicking?" Although Meng Yi's face and tone were calm, his heart and lungs had begun to work together.
The spy's throat was frozen, as if there was a rope strangling him and he couldn't breathe. It took him a long time to squeeze out these words through his teeth: "The Huns army has arrived within ten miles, and now it is attacking me non-stop."
The army is coming."
"What?" A weak and low voice escaped from his pale, paper-like lips. His face remained calm, as if he didn't hear the other person's words clearly.
The spy's face had been severely distorted. If there was one word to describe his expression, it would be "shocked", because the spy saw that the major general's emotion turned into a cold and biting fear, filling his heart like ice slag.
, he seemed to be unconscious, not even aware of the blood drops rolling down from the old wound on his abdomen.
Meng Yi lost his voice and asked: "How many Xiongnu troops came this time?"
"I can't see the side, I'm afraid the whole army is dispatched!!!" The spy's slightly trembling voice like a child boomed in Meng Yi's ears like thunder, making his mind go blank, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were dark.
There was an endless chill in it.
Sure enough!!! The disappearance of the general was just as he speculated, and he walked into a trap that the enemy had already planned?
Meng Yi bent down, his brows furrowed together, as if he was indulging in an inescapable nightmare, and his eyelids were trembling in surprise. But the next moment, he stood up straight with an expressionless face, and silently walked towards the door of the armory.
, completely holding his breath from the turmoil in his heart.
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"Even a great hero who is powerful in the world and admired by thousands of people is nothing more than this. You have no idea what is the source of the troubled times and what is the way to eliminate it."
The mournful voice of the tombkeeper,
Memories crawling up the dust,
The high-pitched sound of horseshoes,
The secret door that never found its way back,
Silent in the pale ink of the Yucheng hourglass.
The sky seemed to be foggy and rainy.
Meng Tian raised his knife and slashed it towards the tomb guard's body. The crows crowed in the night and blood dropped. However, it did not come from Yao Yan, because at this time there was a person standing in front of Yao Yan.
"Konghua!?"
Meng Tian frowned and looked at Kong Hua opposite, with shocked eyes and a look of majestic questioning: "What are you doing?"
Kong Hua stopped the sharp edge with his arms, his lips pursed like a sharp line, motionless.
Meng Tian's eyes gradually changed from cold and stern to confused.
"Sorry, we can't kill you today!" An empty mockery radiated from the corner of Yao Yan's mouth. The light of dawn was stronger, and there was a strange desolation on the surprisingly beautiful pale face, as if it was covered by hazy white frost.
The uncertainty around him was frightening.
"The invincible general has lost his calm analysis and judgment. If he can't play the game, that means he has lost, right?" In the dilapidated room with mottled light and shadow, Yao Yan brought up this ambiguous topic for the second time.
He walked to the old table, reached out and turned over the empty hourglass. For some reason, he started to record another period of time.
Kong Hua endured the pain, his hair clinging to his face like two traces of ice. He said: "General, this person is right. He must not lose his sense of proportion at this time. If
If we kill him now, we will really have no hope of escaping. Also, did you hear that the sound of horse hooves and shouts from all sides have stopped!"
"What on earth is going on?" Meng Tian was puzzled, but he also began to calm down. If the tomb keeper had the intention to kill him, he would not have delayed the trap until now and directly tried to take their lives.
Simply put, why bother to lure him here to have a conversation with unknown meaning? The chaotic sound of marching in the distance suddenly stopped. What on earth are the Huns playing?
"On the battlefield, you can't hear the sound that takes your life...but you won't die quickly, because the game is far from over."
There is a saying that everything changes in an instant, and the rain and mist are like smoke. This man's figure is a little thin, but his figure is slender and his temperament is handsome. He is like a thick and colorful stroke in a painting, ethereal and blurry.
The careless yet meaningful voice lingered in Meng Tian's ears. The hesitant expression on Meng Tian's face was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on the hot coals as expected. And while white smoke was rising, the voice of the tombkeeper sounded again.
Yao Yan turned around, smiling like a flower in the wind. He first looked meaningfully at Kong Hua and Luo Zhihu, and finally at Meng Tian, with a bit of bright color in his gentle tone:
"The disappearance of the general has kept many Qin troops awake at night. How much is the ignorant general standing here today worth? Should I let him go or not? To answer these questions, you first have to depend on how much you have lost now.
, how much do you still retain? If your remaining value is far more than what I see now, then we might as well continue the game and enter a game of drumming and passing flowers again. If you accept my proposal, I will open it.
The secret door leading to the Qin camp."
Meng Tian asked: "Can I think that this is playing hard to get?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
Meng Tian lowered his head silently, his eyes looking at the burning bonfire, his eyes as unpredictable as the firelight, then he raised his head, his eyes swept across the man opposite him suspiciously, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and said simply: "Okay, I accept you
proposal."
The tombkeeper looked at Meng Tian, his face and smile were calm as if he didn't care, as if he had already determined that the ending would be like this. After looking at each other for a while, the tombkeeper gently bent down and made a Huns' guidance etiquette.
The finger pointed at the wolf slave. The wolf slave in the dark corner immediately pulled the drag chain and moved it a certain distance to the side. Then, with a "creep", a secret door appeared, which seemed to open another bizarre legend. Inside was
Endless chaotic darkness.
The tombkeeper threw the flame into the hourglass, and the gravel inside magically burned like a dim and strange candle, swaying with ancient light. He handed the lantern made of the hourglass to Meng Tian and said
: "Time flies by, and you don't have much time left."
Meng Tian took the lantern. He had no time to think about why there was a secret door here, and he had no time to imagine why the secret door could lead to the Qin camp. If this was not another trap, it would be their last bridge of hope.
...
After Meng Tian and the others left, Yao Yan stared silently at the wolf slave on the ground. There was a silence like the night wind in his eyes. For a long time, he sighed vaguely: "They didn't see the clue after all. You can
Take off the disguise."
The implication is that dyes of various colors were poured into the air, stirred, and eventually turned into a dark and turbid mess.
The shadow of the wolf slave reflected on the wall was solitary, like a piece of ink paper, as if he had fallen into a sticky nightmare. Through the dark outline, he showed a series of movements with his hair fading and straightening, and a little light shone on his face.
On his body, the shadow of an ordinary person appeared abrupt and invisible. If Meng Tian and his party had seen his face earlier, they would have seen unexpected shock and confusion from the familiarity.
"I can finally take off this dirty equipment."
"Butterflies will disguise themselves as dead leaves, and disguise is the nature of all things. Some people disguise to protect themselves, and some people disguise to hurt others, and you, hehehehe..." Yao Yan slowly
He drawled his voice, with a smile on his lips, and stared at that person, as if he already knew, or had seen, every face, and every vivid story they were experiencing or about to experience.