According to legend, when the black horse fell into the river, the die-hard loyalists around the overlord of Chu set foot on the Wujiang River, and more than 100 monitoring ships went to find the corpse of a horse, wanting to bury the black horse and Xiang Yu together, so that the overlord could dominate the rivers and lakes in the world after his death and be invincible.

But a month passed in the blink of an eye, and nothing was found.

The horse's carcass seemed to have been quickly diluted in the river, and no trace could be found.

"The first horse in the world", just like that, like the overlord of Western Chu, tragically disappeared in this world.

The young man couldn't keep the resonance of the machine spirit and saw the black horse that jumped into the river.

An invincible war horse, just like that, slowly walked into the Wujiang River.

The river first overflowed its white horses' hooves, then the horse's body. It was like on the battlefield, and it began to rush wildly into the river. No hesitation at all.

Within a moment, the black horse was completely submerged in the Wujiang River.

At this time, the sky began to change, and in an instant the clouds were thick, the rain was pouring, and after a period of overturning the river and the sea, the river surface returned to calm.

A fish passed through the river, creating a whirlpool, and then there was a deathly silence.

Turning his gaze to the other side, it was already a few days after the black horse fell into the river, and a group of surveillance boats searched the lake for a while, but returned in vain.

Today is the autumn equinox, but this moonlight is inconsiderate.

The moon festival does not see the moonlight, a great omen!

The sky was gray, and the five fingers of his hand were barely visible.

A kind fisherman, before going home, took out the sacrificial supplies he had brought from the docked fishing boat, and shouted by the river, "Wu Qi, Wu Qi, can you go to find the overlord?"

After the fisherman finished shouting, he let out a long sigh, lowered his head and mourned in silence for a while, before polishing the fire, lighting the incense candle, inserting it around, taking out the yellow money and igniting it, piling it up in front of him and burning it with a handful of snot and tears.

It's hard to think that the fisherman is probably a follower of the overlord, and he grieves for the overlord's death.

The fisherman looked at the sky, and the moon was still hidden behind the clouds, and he could no longer reach out of his fingers.

He saw that the fire was very strong, and thought that he could burn the yellow money, so he reluctantly left the river.

In this way, the fisherman's back gradually disappeared by the river.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the half-burned incense candle struggled for a while, but it was still extinguished.

But then the moon was all bright, and burned a hole in the night.

On the riverside in front of me, a group of strangely dressed people appeared.

Wearing exaggerated masks, wrapped in black gauze tents, and holding flagpoles of strange style, they swayed from side to side as they passed by the river in a row.

The old master at the head could only faintly see a mouth in his vigorous hair, emitting a mantra-like mantra, which made people's hairs stand up all over his body.

There were four of them, standing side by side, four of them on four feet, carrying a maiden dressed in white.

The girl's hands, soles, and face were painted with cinnabar with strange lines, and the same lines were faintly on the white clothes.

I can't see the girl's eyes clearly, I don't know if she is awake or unconscious.

The group walked to the place where the fisherman had just worshipped, and suddenly stopped.

At this time, another gust of wind blew, and the old master at the head stopped chanting and sat on the ground.

The group also parked the girl behind the old master, planted the strange flagpole and sat around, as if waiting for something.

Half an hour passed, and the group of people was like wooden carvings, and there was no movement.

Just as he was about to wake up, another gust of wind suddenly blew over.

That's when the unthinkable happened.

A horse corpse unexpectedly emerged from the bottom of the river and slowly floated towards the old master.

When he landed on the shore, he turned into a teenager and stood up.

He shook casually when he got up, threw out some river water, and while pinching his sleeves, he couldn't wait to pounce on the girl in white.

The boy knelt on the ground, gently stroked the girl's cheek, grabbed her hands almost with pity, and put them to his lips, looking sad, and refused to let go for a long time.

Suddenly, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he quickly turned around and pulled the old master, knelt in front of him, and kept kowtowing.

I don't know what the old master said, the young man nodded again and again.

The old master took out a dagger from his bosom, and the nearest attendant quickly bowed down to take the dagger with both hands, and then presented it to the young man.

Another attendant next to him also stepped forward and presented a cloth bag in front of him. There seemed to be a living creature in the sack, and it was constantly shaking.

The boy groaned slightly, and put his right hand into the cloth bag.

He sweated profusely and clenched his teeth, as if in pain.

When the young man took out his right hand, he saw that his middle finger was white and boneless, and the surrounding area was also covered with flesh and blood.

The contents of the bag gnawed at his entire middle finger.

The boy endured the pain, and seemed to say some kind of incantation in front of the blade, and when he finished speaking, he kept bowing to it.

The attendant with the cloth bag next to him took out the contents of the bag.

It turned out to be a blood-red snake.

The attendant grabbed the head of the snake, coiled the snake body in his hand, found a place, took the dagger, slashed it over, neatly took out the snake's inner tank, and handed it to the young man in front of him.

The boy took it and swallowed it without hesitation.

After a moment, he took the dagger and slashed it towards his heart.

The old master kept his back to the young man, and when he heard the sound of the young man falling to the ground, he turned around, took the dagger from his hand, and laughed loudly.

The laughter pierced through the clouds and rippled layer after layer of ripples along the river.

The dark clouds passed through the full moon, covering it tightly, and then it became dark again.

In the meantime, the young man's body gradually turned into sand and was blown away into the Wujiang River by a gust of wind.

Looking at the original girl again, her originally sleeping body showed signs of life.

When she completely woke up, the old master and his party had disappeared on the bank of the Wujiang River.

Nakaru also wants to know where the girl came from.

Who knows, just as I was about to see clearly, it suddenly went dark in front of my eyes.

The sound of the waves was heard far, far away, and it was no longer audible.

When I can see things again, I see a young girl, riding the stable with an innocent and romantic face.

What is locked in the stable is the black horse, the girl seems to be telling her heart, and when she talks about happiness, she also touches the black horse in front of her.

It is strange to say that this brave Humvee, which is usually on the battlefield, is so meekly touched by the girl at this moment, and it also makes a whining chirping, as if it is deliberately pleased.

A man who looked like a soldier passed by, looking at the docile black horse with a look of disbelief.

"This black horse,Usually don't let people get close.,Get close to it.,It's a little closer.,It looks like it's the reincarnation of Miaolang, it's not necessarily fake.,Net grasping the little girl's flattery.,Ahaha......"

With that, the soldier walked forward, still laughing halfway through, as if reminiscing about the embarrassment of the black horse.