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Late 2012.

There has just been a heavy snowfall in the northern part of Yuzhou Province, and the fertile soil is covered with silver, and the mountains and rivers are covered with vein.

At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, the section south of Pingyang City of National Highway 107 was closed to the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway because of heavy snow, and countless vehicles flocked to the national highway. The three car accidents that happened to occur under bad road conditions made this section of the road strictly congested in both directions, and the traffic flow stretched for several kilometers.

No one would have thought that in this congested traffic, there would be more than 100 luxury cars and commercial vehicles from all over the country.

Seeing that the road did not know when it would be opened, these big people who were either rich or expensive in luxury cars finally couldn't hold their breath, and took out their mobile phones to contact people who might be contacted, and tried their best to leave this place in the shortest possible time at any cost......

They just want to see one person and witness one thing.

The man, twenty kilometers away.

It was a small village with no name in it.

To the west of the village, beside a small ditch that has been dry for an unknown number of years, under a few towering poplar trees that hold the snow, there are two new graves covered in thick snow.

Between the two tombstones, a pile of paper burned in the cold wind.

A young man in a black down jacket with short hair and flat head looked like he was kneeling in front of the fire, holding a wooden stick in his right hand and gently stirring the fire. His expression was indifferent, his handsome face was as pale as paper, and his eyes shone with an unusually unhealthy red glow.

Not far away, a sturdy old man with a white beard and a dark blue coat stood in the cold wind, his expression calmly looking out at the undulating mountains in the northwest.

Suddenly, the young man whispered without looking back, "I don't believe this is a curse. ”

The old man sighed lightly and said faintly: "Who would believe in the fate of God? I can understand your current mood, but the matter has come to this point, for your own sake, don't be overly sad, don't think too much, be sure to calm down, get rid of the demons in your heart. ”

"Demons?" The young man coughed lightly, raised his hand to wipe the blood that overflowed from the corner of his lips, and said, "Sue me, what is trickery?" ”

The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Chiyou! ”

"That's ......," the young man smiled bitterly and understandingly.

"The difference between good and evil in the world is not in art, but in people."

"I know." The young man nodded slowly.

The old man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his expression suddenly froze, and he hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help the young man, and said urgently: "Chunfeng, stabilize your mind, the void is like you, the great freedom is not there, Chunfeng ......"

However, the young man kneeling in the snow had his eyes closed, and his breath was gradually passing away......

Goose feathers and heavy snow are falling.

Over the congested National Highway 107, several helicopter engines roared, and the rotors violently tore through the flying snow curtains, and under the surprised gaze of many people, they slowly landed in the snow-covered wheat fields on both sides of the congested National Highway, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

However, those people in the luxury cars who were anxiously waiting for the helicopter to come shook their heads at this moment, and ordered to go down and let the helicopter return, there was no need for it.

Those who had abandoned their cars and driven far away on foot were now also stopping in the snowy fields.

"He's dead!"

"A generation of strange people, it's a pity, it's a pity."

"For thousands of years, I don't know if there will be such an amazing and brilliant person in the Qimen Jianghu again. Barring any surprises, he should be the person most likely to touch the realm of 'Returning to Truth' for hundreds of years...... Unfortunately, he practiced sorcery; It's a pity, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and people's hearts are unpredictable. ”

"There is no good or evil in art, there is good and evil in talents, why should the rivers and lakes be so ......"

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As soon as Su Chunfeng died, some people in the Qimen rivers and lakes were happy and some were worried!