People often work at sunrise and rest at sunset. But there is no shortage of nocturnal walkers in this world.

The Nightcrawler, for various purposes, but one thing is certain: he who appears in the night to make up for the mistakes of the day is a failure, and can only be regarded as a daylight-caster, thrown into the hole of what they think is a dark day, thinking that the night is endless, that there is time to pick up the leftovers, that they can achieve more with the help of the sleeping moments of others than the long day, until the night has passed and the sun reappears, only to find that the night is also fleeting, and the peace and quiet before the night is only self-comforting.

True nightcrawlers are made for the night, and the night is not day to them, and the night has a different meaning than the night. The night fades away their skins, and during the day they are either lazy, or depressed, or just as industrious, but at night they are free, free and wild, nervous, and looking for prey. They indulge in revelry, which is physical, spiritual, flesh-and-blood, in short, exciting. They went from silent to noisy to silent, like leopards.

Zhao Ji is not a leopard. He has neither martial arts nor no one to protect him, so it stands to reason that he should be a cat, but unfortunately he is thin and fragile, and he can't outrun Wang Chuli's pet cat, so he is just a person. Most humans are not fit to live in the dark, and it is too dangerous for mediocre humans to live at night. Without Wang Liefeng's protection, Zhao Ji may be in danger at any time, he knows this.

So Zhao Ji ran into trouble again.

He really didn't expect that he would just eat as usual today, take a walk and blow the wind to cool off (the cool seems to be the word for summer - it's cold now, and it might be even colder when he dies, he thought), and when he walked to the bridge and was about to eat chestnuts while walking, he was suddenly attacked.

Wang Chuli's arrow, shining with cold light, swept by a gale, towards his throat—

Blood splattered down the torn flesh and skin.

Will he still be able to eat hot chestnuts in his life?

"Dang!"

It was the collision of two metals, and the loud sound it made held for a long time, as if scratching, and making an unbearable harsh sound that erupted into sparks.

Bang dang.

The two arrows were broken into four sections, and a few steps behind Zhao Ji, they fell to the ground.

Zhao Ji stood in place.

The arrow grazed his neck, cutting through his clothes. The arrow is cold, but after the arrow it is hot.

The target of Wang Chuli's arrow was an arrow aimed at Zhao Ji.

"Three steps to the west. She said, "There's someone in the tree." ”

"Where is the West?"

"Three steps to the left. ”

Zhao Ji did as she said.

She swooped past.

The bolts of lightning slashed through the layers of leaves, snapping branches and hounds into the unfathomable darkness of the night, startling bats and birds as they emerge from the tops of the trees.

But just like that, an arrow passed, and no other sound was heard. There was no sound of arrows falling to the ground.

Wang Chuli put down his hand and looked in that direction with a solemn expression.

Zhao Ji listened to the sound of his breathing. Then he asked, "Did you run away?"

Wang Chuli nodded: "But the arrow will not deviate." ”

"Dead?"

"How come? I want to ask him where he came from, but I didn't expect him to be able to run-" Wang Chuli stretched out his hands upwards, and then put them down loosely: "Forget it, if you dig deeper, you won't be able to catch up with today's drama." ”

“...... Huh?"

Wang Chuli smiled: "What's the matter, are you wondering why I didn't catch up?"

Maybe Wan Yansheng can be called a leopard. He was born in Changbai Mountain, grew up in Changbai Mountain, and has not been sick since he can remember. The Khitan people may lack some in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they are absolutely proficient in archery.

Wan Yan Sheng is tall, strong and powerful, and few people can look at him when he stands, but unfortunately he always kneels. He has a dark complexion, hard features, and a pair of golden eyes that are bright and bright, and he looks very energetic. In fact, his mind is not complicated, and he is very fond of children. But when the children of the Jurchen tribe saw him, they often cried as if they had seen a fierce god, and he had to put them down stupidly, and the children immediately hid behind their parents.

Wan Yansheng has always had bad luck, so he is accustomed to malice. From the beginning of reincarnation, he lost at the starting line, and he did not become a prince. Fortunately, he was nervous and didn't feel resentful, he really couldn't beat his brother since he was a child, so he was convinced.

A year ago, coinciding with the Jurchen Shangyuan Festival, he had nothing to do, and thought of the southward action that he had planned since he was a child. People around him always say that the food of the Han people is delicious, and when he thought of it for many years, he simply took advantage of it, took a pile of plates and slipped out, and went all the way south to Bianjing, ready to experience the life of the Han people for a few days and then go back.

However, he felt that they had crossed their own boundaries a bit.

When I first arrived in Bianjing, I didn't have time to rest, and an old lady collapsed in front of his car in broad daylight.

His more than ten years of horseback riding experience told him that the carriage had never hit her, but people gathered around, and the old lady hugged his thigh and shouted, "I'm broken!

He laboriously explained in Chinese for a long time, and people didn't believe him at all when they saw his tall and magical appearance, not to mention that he was a Jurchen. Finally he angrily pulled out several ingots of gold—and he exchanged them for gold for convenience. When the old lady saw the gold, her eyes lit up, her legs and feet were healed, and she didn't die, so she ran away in a smoke.

Wan Yansheng pointed at the old lady in non-standard Chinese and said to the crowd: "Look, she is a liar!"

No one paid attention to him, and the onlookers may also be accomplices. It's just that when he raised his hand, his armpit was cold, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

As soon as he turned his head, his coil was swept away.

This kept him on his toes for decades to come.

Wan Yan Sheng was stunned for a long time, and sadness came from it: "Leave me some money to go home, you Han people!"

But he had no money, so he could only bow to the Han people he hated, at least save enough money to go back.

That's when he realized how much money he had spent before—he simply didn't have enough money to go back. He is penniless, and he doesn't know how to make money, in Changbai Mountain, he eats on time every day, and he can eat whatever he wants. If you can't do it, you can fight a duel, and whoever wins will get what you want.

And here, he doesn't even have a chance to compete.

Although his appearance does not seem to be of a different race, and even conforms to the aesthetics of the moment, he can be regarded as a beautiful man who is not angry and arrogant, even if he does not look at his face, seeing his strong physique, most of the physical work can still be done;

Wan Yansheng has a good talent for languages, and he is confident that he can learn to speak Chinese in two months, but he is not sure if he will eat before then.

His identity can't be used either. Strangers who have no money, the more powerful they are, the more everyone shouts and beats them.

Strangely, wherever he goes, he is rejected.

He thought that if a Jurchen wanted to blend in with the life of the Han people, it would be very difficult. They may not be great, but they are one of the best at xenophobia.

Later, he resolutely wanted to go out of the city and go up the mountain to catch some small animals, and simply go as a wild man, but when he got out of the city, he somehow became a city man again - the guards did not let him go out, so this plan also failed.

Strong as he couldn't withstand the fact that he had nothing to eat for more than half a month, his body quickly collapsed, and he became very weak.

He never thought that he, a dignified prince of the Jurchen clan, would end up starving to death.

Who would have thought that he would be alone in this place thousands of miles away?

After wandering for more than ten days, he was finally taken in.

"Hey, wake up. The middle-aged man kicked him.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the cold autumn rain hit his face.

The middle-aged man in front of him held up an umbrella, and the holes on the surface of the umbrella took up almost two-thirds of the area, so it did not block the rain.

He fell asleep at the door of a house. The house looked large, but it was very dilapidated, and with the exception of a large empty house, the poverty level was almost the same as his, but it was a testament to the fact that they could live here.

"Ah, I'll go. He rubbed his eyes. He's used to it.

"You broke my door, how can you compensate?"

He couldn't believe his ears: "Huh?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be trying to remember something, rolled his eyes, and said to him, "Come to my house, there is no one to work." ”

Wan Yansheng didn't believe in gratuitous kindness recently, but at this moment he had to believe it, and even he wanted to say to him gratefully, you are my reborn parents.

He no longer cared about his nobility. He contracted everything from cooking and cleaning to doing farm work, taking care of a family of nine – two elderly people, two middle-aged people, two daughters-in-law, two young sons, and a hen – in return for a bowl of rice and a few copper plates per month.

He probably knew why the family was so depressed, had they taken care of the land behind the house in three years before he came? The land in Changbai Mountain is barren, but it can grow things, and the land here is fertile, but there is no harvest.

However, he is still very happy to do these things, food is not enough, but he can live. Alive, it's not far from going back.

However, the reality is harsh. Although he can still eat delicious food in the life of a few copper plates a day (he still thinks that the food in the Zhouqiao Night Market that he came to on the first day here is too cheap, but the Han people are too picky and give too little money), but he inquired about it, if he wants to ride back to the north, then if the horse can run all the way home without dying of exhaustion, he will probably need to work for two hundred years to buy a horse; 。 This made him despair.

He hopes for some kind of one-and-done way to get himself a big sum of money in the short term.

"I'm very good at martial arts, is there a place in Bianjing City where I can make money?" Wan Yansheng put down the bowl.

He was already able to communicate with people proficiently, and every day when he was shopping for groceries, he frantically learned Chinese, and later he was even able to bargain and save money.

But he understands that this is not enough.

As if she hadn't heard it, the old lady said slowly, "Did you clean the toilet today?"

The little grandson said, "Wow! You know martial arts! I want to see it, I want to see it!" was held in the arms of the second daughter-in-law and covered her mouth.

The adult males in the family seem to have a sense of crisis, perhaps they were worried in the first place.

The eldest son, who picked him up, said, "Don't think about useless things. ”

The eldest daughter-in-law glanced at her eldest son: "I have memorized a few words of the great truth of Wen Crepe, can I understand it?

The eldest son bowed his head to eat.

Wan Yansheng was silent for a while: "If I get the money, we will divide it half." ”

There was silence at the dinner table again.

The second son said, "Thirty-seven open." ”

Wan Yansheng said: "Cheng." ”

The second son knocked on the bowl and said, "Then you will go out tomorrow to find it." ”

Wan Yansheng was stunned: "However, no one wants to leave me to do things." ”

The eldest daughter-in-law sneered: "How can there be such an errand? Don't you just want to take a day off? This useless thing, no one wants, and I have learned to be lazy in this house!"

Until an adult asked someone to come here.

The visitor also looked like a servant, but the clothes he wore were inlaid with gold and silver, and he was luxurious and extravagant.

Wan Yansheng saw him for the first time, but it didn't seem that the family had seen him for the first time, and they knelt down and kowtowed, they didn't understand etiquette, and they could only express their respect by kowtowing the number of times. Wan Yansheng thought of their attitude towards himself and the person in front of him, and judged: He is probably a very noble person.

Although there was a hint of uneasiness in his heart, it was accompanied by strange hopes.

"You are—" The man turned to Wan Yan Sheng, "What's your name?"

Wan Yan Sheng was stunned. It seems that in the past few months, they have all called him "Hey".

He's almost forgotten his real name.

But he didn't want to reveal it, so his mind turned: "Ding Lei." ”

"Oh. My family needs you to help him do something, do a good job, and be rewarded. ”

He seems to be just asking procedurally and doesn't care about follow-up.

"Yes, anything. Wan Yan Sheng said busily.

"My lord told you to kill someone. ”

The family was silent and the atmosphere was eerie.

The eldest daughter-in-law slapped her eldest son hard: "Who are you looking for?!

The second daughter-in-law was so frightened that she hugged her son tightly, and her whole body trembled.

However, Wan Yansheng did not intend to be a killer, and before he knew the identity of the person he wanted to kill, the information he got was just a portrait.

The person on the portrait is none other than Zhao Ji.

When he saw Wang Liefeng beside him, Wan Yansheng suddenly felt that this person was not easy to deal with, he had a silent and tenacious temperament, and the murderous aura was well hidden, but he could smell the looming blood.

Wan Yan Sheng can hunt, knows how to track prey, and knows how to wait.

But at the moment he was struck by the arrow, he was astonished—to dodge his arrow, unless he knew what was going on, and waited for him to come with an arrow—one to cut off him, and the other to point at him—he never expected that in an instant he would be transformed from a hunter into a hunted beast, and the hunter was a beautiful maiden—and he had been struck by the arrow.

He was full of money and never thought he would fail.

Or rather, the offer has allowed him to take a big enough risk.