Go down first, then I heard the door of the back room closing... and then I don't know..."
What happened next, no one will ever know.
The unknown object that bit off half of Ah Hai's body in the water outlet, and the owner of the tomb sitting cross-legged in the back room with his uncorrupted clothes fluttering, will all become the last killers of Xiao Luo who may not escape in time.
Zhan Beiye fell silent, sitting on the gravel ground where the bones were all over, his back still straight, his wet brows as black as ebony, he said slowly for a long time, "Wait for him for a long time."
The dim light and shadow shot in from the crevices of the cliff, illuminating the narrow valley, seeing the scattered people, living or dead, and the dead white human bones in the gravel, faintly reflecting the light, and then slowly fading away. Go, change the moonlight and starlight.
When the new moon was like a hook, hanging in the middle of the gap in the cliff, Zhan Beiye stood up in the dead silence, and said calmly, "Let's go."
Everyone stood up silently, followed him, and climbed up the cliff step by step under the bleak moonlight.
There are luxuriant grasses on the cliff, connecting the continuous mountains, a mountain road winds down, at the end of the mountain road, on the farther plain, the majestic city is in sight.
Standing on the top of the cliff, Zhan Beiye's black robe fluttered in the wind. He looked coldly at the majestic city, at the high and thick walls that birds could not get past, and at the calm and flickering lights in the city like stars. In a blink of an eye, looking at a certain direction where the lights are most concentrated and most brilliant, a gloomy expression slowly flashed across his eyes.
Immediately he turned around and looked at Ah Hai's new grave, and at the kneeling Heifengqi, the last three of the eleven, beside A Hai's new grave.
Of the last three people, two were injured and one was disabled.
The wind roared and ran across the cliff, and slammed into the rock hard, as if to let some violent force knock out the bloody and unwilling grief.
The new tomb is silent, the loess on the tomb is flat, kneeling at the front Ji Yu slowly picked up all the sand and stones with his hands, then suddenly opened his mouth and sang in a low voice:
"The black mountain is vast, the wind and thunder are majestic, and when I return there, I mourn my son..."
"Come back here, mourn my son..." The rest of the cavalry sang in a low voice, with a deep and thick voice, unwinding slowly on the grave, scattered in the evening wind on the top of the cliff.
Those elegiac songs belonging to those who have passed away are permanently left at the end of the West Cliff in the Changhan Mountains, floating day after day, echoing the most secret and tragic escape from death in this era.
Zhan Beiye's gaze finally fell on the face of Meng Fuyao who was facing him from afar.
The tears in the girl's eyes were brighter than the starlight, illuminating the blazing flames in his heart, the flames were licking all his will and soul so violently, he heard the sound of blood rushing and howling from his whole body.
He looked at her and spoke slowly, his jet-black eyes covered the universe like a deep black night.
He said:
"Fuyao."
"Um."
"Just wait, the death of Tiansha."
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In the spring of the seventh year of Tiansha Qianqiu, King Zhan Beiye of Tiansha Lie was attacked at Pinggu Peak in the Changhan Mountain Range, and was forced to sneak into the dense forest of Changhan, known as the "Forest of Death", where no one can emerge from the whole body. Everyone thought he was bound to die However, a few days later, he miraculously appeared from the western end of the Changhan Mountain Range, and crossed the Qianli Mountain Range in the night of three days. No one knew how he crossed the death zone.
It was also this incident that ushered in another new era of Tiansha Kingdom. In that era, the best men and women gathered on the stage of Seven Kingdoms, and staged one after another changing legends .
In the historical records about the experience of King Tianshalie, there are only a few sentences: "In the seven years of Qianqiu, in spring, the king ran to the wild, and came out in three days." No one knows how much blood, tears and bitterness are recorded in the thirteen-character journey And thrilling, no one knows that in the thirteen-character journey, there is a figure of a young girl, which exists together with those plain and painful words.
The giant wheel of the times is turning slowly, running over those plots and calculations that are about to move, and running over the future that is about to be wrinkled like old paper.
Qianqiu seven years, Tiansha, whose Qianqiu is it
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(end of this volume)
[Volume 3 Hero Lord of Heroes]