The white snow is able to hide everything, including the crimson blood.

It's this dream again.

He was hung in a strange and empty place, on the Tower of Skulls, in the City of Bones, and looking at the white snowy fields in the past, where the end of the whole world, the monument of existence and death.

He was naked, pierced through his chest, arms and legs by the bones of the dead, as if he had been sacrificed to God, and his body was in sharp pain as if it had been torn apart, but he could not wake up.

This pain continued for another whole night, until dawn.

He roared at the snowy field, his voice echoing between heaven and earth, and no one answered him.

The whole world of living people will be departed from him, and he will gradually become numb in loneliness and pain, and his body will be slowly eroded into dust in the cold wind, until he will perish with heaven and earth when they are destroyed.

Wake up...... Or...... Kill me! He still gets no response, and there is nothing worse than death than when you wait for death, but death never comes.

Child, waiting to be redeemed? He heard the voice for the first time, and struggled to open his eyes, and a dark shadow in the distance grew in size until it was completely clear.

An old man dressed in a black robe, with a white beard and hair, held a thin wooden staff in his hand.

He was the walker of the lonely fortress at the end of heaven and earth, breathing into the sky, passing under the tower of skulls that lifted him, his gaze falling on the endless distance.

Child, are you waiting to be redeemed? Child, are you waiting to be redeemed? Child, are you waiting to be redeemed?

There are countless identical voices echoing between heaven and earth, endlessly.

The old man's voice was like thunder, like an oracle, deafening. The sharp pain in his body disappeared, and the warm touch surrounded him.

He sobbed and stretched out his hand, trying to take hold of the old man's old and withered hands, like a flock of birds that had found a home. But he couldn't do it, and the old man's black robe flew away on the snowy field.

You know where to look for me, you just have to trust your feelings. The old man whispered at the end of heaven and earth.

Then, he disappeared like snow. In the dark house, he sat up from the bed, drenched in cold sweat, tears across his cheeks, and returned to reality, the quilt on his body was soaked with sweat, adding a little chill to the late autumn night.

For the first time in six years, he saw a change in this same and painful dream, and he didn't know who the old man was, nor did he understand what he meant.

At the same time, a group of people woke up from the same dream, and the same sentence echoed in their minds. Child, waiting to be redeemed?

The sun in the distance struggled to break through the inky sky, the first rays of sunlight sprinkled from the foothills, and a few rooster cries faintly came from the ancient city.

He made a decision, he had to find the old man to end his suffering, or he would be strangled by the pain of the nightmare. He had a hunch where to find the old man: the imperial capital, Tianyuan City.

Xi Ran opened his eyes, and the all-night meditation made him a little disengaged. The group of seeds that were sown at the beginning can now be sensed by only sixty-nine people.

A little more than you think. He thought with some relief.

I don't know how many of these seeds will be able to take effect in the end, but even if there is only one, it can still deal a heavy blow to Tianluo. Although they were always cautious like spiders on filaments, they must not have imagined that Qin Tianjian had never forgotten this fang, which was hidden in the darkness, and had already planted the seeds that would destroy them.

The more secretive the institution, the more deadly the blow from within.

There was a sudden knock on the door. "Come in."

Xi Ran straightened his black robe, his index finger tapping his knee.

Pushing the door in, it was Hankong, a burly figure kneeling at the door, "Someone asked to see." "Who?"

With Tianluo's intensifying assassination operations, Xi Ran's whereabouts are also much more secret, and there are not many people who can know about his post house.

"The student didn't know him, he just kept repeating the same sentence." Hankong's voice was calm, "'I'm coming, save me.'" It was better than expected.

Xi Ran bowed his head in satisfaction, "Let him in, I've been waiting for him for a long time." ”

Beichen Seven Killers Great Zhou Shengwang 10th December, Tang Kingdom.

In the humble dark room, a little candle flame flickered slightly. There were two men dressed in black, one old and one young, on a small wooden table in the room, whose faces were faintly flickering and their faces could not be seen clearly.

"In just two months, we have lost sixteen good hands," said the old man, whose voice was hoarse, and he slashed roughly and fiercely through the dark room.

He walked to the table and slapped it heavily on a stack of papers, "Not counting the four strongholds where Tian Yuan was encircled and suppressed, each of them was a painstaking operation for more than ten years, and all of them were wiped out overnight, what the hell is going on?" ”

"In addition to those sixteen people, we also wiped out three groups and suffered heavy losses."

The young man in black had a calm voice, as calm as a piece of iron. "Are you happy with your performance?" The old man's anger met the other party's composure, as if he had hit a wall, and he couldn't help but cry and laugh.

"The subordinates used so many sacrifices in exchange for the truth." The young man raised his eyes and stared straight at him, his eyes like ink. "The truth?" "Yes, it's Qin Tianjian's plan, it's some seeds that were planted a long time ago."

The young man lowered his voice, but his voice remained clear. There was a brief silence in the room, save for the faint sound of breathing.

"Qin Tianjian...... This group of lunatics can make so many elite dead soldiers betray us...... This time, the number of inner ghosts is by no means as simple as one or two. ”

The first to speak was the old man, Tianluo, as the most elite killer organization in Jiuzhou, almost all of the superiors and subordinates were connected by a single line, and the number of traitors in this large-scale loss of troops was an astonishing number.

"You know, those people are demons. Judging from the interrogation and investigation, it seems that it is an existence similar to 'Gu' planted with secret techniques, and it has long been controlled by people's minds. ”

The young man replied, "They seem to have been controlled long before they entered Tianluo, and this is a plan that has been directed at us for a long time, and they call it 'slash and lash'. ”

"Slash and Knife Farming......" The old man paused thoughtfully, "I didn't expect these old guys in black robes to be on guard against us for a long time, it seems that even if we don't stand up in this battle, we will be pushed to the final battlefield by them sooner or later." ”

"That's exactly the case, so assisting the Zhu family against Qin Tianjian this time is definitely a profitable business for us in terms of interests."

The young man nodded approvingly. "Then it depends on whether we can have the last laugh, have you figured out how to deal with 'slash farming'?" The old man looked the young man in the eye.

"We carried out a rigorous cleaning campaign on the entire Tianluo, and the three groups that were erased were also one of the cleansing activities.

Now there are only seven people left who are suspected of seeds. The young man pulled out a stack of files from his bosom, "They are all the elite assassins of the three families in the main hall, our sharpest knives, and probably the most dangerous nails. ”

"Then wipe it all out...... There are seven elites from the three families in this hall, and it is a pity that they have been cultivated hard for more than ten years. The old man's hoarse voice was emotionless, and his thin fingers ran over the stack of files, not looking through them.

"There are some differences in the plans of the subordinates." Said the young man.

"Oh?" "'A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye', this is our tenets, and this loss requires these high apostles to pay the price of blood."

A hideous smile flashed in the young man's eyes, like a wolf with a thirst for murder, "The subordinates need them to assassinate six people first." After all, they still have value in use, and maybe someone can clear the suspicion in the assassination. ”

"Kill whom?" The old man seemed to see the shadow of his own youth in the eyes of this young man, and asked with interest. The young man stepped forward and leaned over to speak in the old man's ear.

There was silence in the room again, and then there was a low laugh.

The young man's laughter was cold and sparse, and the old man's laughter was like a sand snake.

"Good, good...... That's it. Since Chenyue has their 'slash-and-sword' ......, "We also have our 'Beichen'. ”

The young man seemed to know what the old man was going to say.

"Valkyrie...... Very good, although it is not a star suitable for a killer, but it is a suitable place for a traitor...... O seven shining stars, turn your star trails as much as you like...... Ahem......" The hoarse voice lowered, the old man blew softly, the faint candle flame went out, and the figures of the two people were swallowed up by the darkness.

On the ice of the Wire River, which had been frozen for three months, a crack spread slowly but forcefully, like a stretched branch.

They grew faster and faster until the crumbling ice and the rushing river merged into an irresistible dragon, and the entire Shuofang Plains was breathed new to life with the rushing and roaring dragon.

The snow had almost melted, and the green sprouts struggled to burrow out of the black earth and quickly occupy the vast grassland. The sheep were driven out by the herdsmen to welcome the first touch of greenery, and everyone was full of smiles and joy on their faces. Although the sudden death of King Xun half a year ago plunged the entire Hokuriku into an incomparably chaotic war, the harsh winter finally survived.

The barbarian boys stepped on horseback and galloped across the steppe once more, they were not afraid of bloodshed, they were not afraid of death, and as long as they could run in this beautiful Shuofang Plain, nothing could they fear.

On a black steed, a man dressed in white sits.

He was dressed as a man from the East, his robe with wide sleeves hanging down, and two black-sheathed knives, one long and one short, hung on the side of the saddle, tapping his knees as the black horse slowly walked. In this season, on the Shuofang Plain, the Donglu people are not common.

A few curious herdsman maidens chattered and pushed each other until one of the petite ones could not bear it anymore and sat down on the ground.

When the man on the horse heard the sound, he turned his head and gave a smile to the girl who was sitting on the ground, his face was soft and handsome, and his eyes were a faint gold, like the rising sun on the Shuofang Plain.

The girl's cheeks were crimson when she saw it, but the man in white on the horse laughed, clamped the horse's belly, turned the horse's head and slowly walked towards the south, and the morning sun set a golden border on him, slowly melting his distant back.

"On the fifth day of the fourth month, Tianyuan City." Nozawa looked at the tiny roll of parchment in his hand, it was a message from a black carrier pigeon. The neat ink pen is simple and powerful, and Nozawa's slender fingers gently caress over it, then tears it to shreds. The white sleeves were gently flicked, and the debris was instantly blown away by the wind in the galloping horses' hooves.

Tian Yuan, the city where the light of swords and blood flowed in the dark night, the place where coercion and killing coexisted under the black flags of the stars and the moon.

Am I finally going to step into this vortex of flesh and blood?

Nozawa didn't have time to think about it, even with the divine horse under his crotch, it would not be easy to reach the Apocalypse in two months.

He clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse under his crotch snorted as if he knew human nature, and galloped with strength. The galloping horses' hooves crushed the newborn green grass, and a man and a horse galloped towards the city full of death.

A black carrier pigeon flapped its wings and landed on a dark red dresser, and the delicate bronze mirror on it reflected a face that would suffocate many men.

Her long golden hair fell down, and her fair face had a pair of amber eyes.

She was draped in only a dark ochre tulle, and her delicate figure reclined lazily on a paulownia bench.

Luoyang stretched out his fingers, which were as long as jade, and slowly untied a parchment roll from the pigeon's claws.

"Tian Yuan?" She muttered to herself, her voice like a lazy cat. It's really unusual, it's only been less than half a month here, and the last mission has just been half completed, but now she wants to put down all the actions in her hand and rush to Tianyuan immediately.

What is so important? Or is it so tricky? Her index finger unconsciously stroked her cheek, and her blown-up skin gently rose and fell under her fingers.

Luoyang slowly stood up and pushed open the heavy carved wooden window, and the crisp air of the morning came with a slight coolness.

Mornings in Jiangnan always come quickly, and the night does not seem to have completely faded, and the foggy streets have begun to have all kinds of vendors come out to occupy their own piece of the world and start a new day.

She looked at the bustling streets that were already coming and going below, and sighed faintly.

She was really reluctant to leave this lively but charming city suddenly. I don't know when I'll be able to hear the bell of the Temple of Literature again, maybe I'll never hear it again.

She smiled self-deprecatingly and gently closed the wooden window. In the corner of the pink curtain behind her, a miserable white hand hung down, and the blood on it had dried up.

"Tian Yuan?" A young man with short hair asked in some surprise, his eyes were close to each other on his dark face, and he looked a little frivolous, and his mouth was arrogant, with some cruelty.

"Hmm." The person who answered was an elderly man, his hair had turned white, but his waist was still straight, like a gun. He didn't stop in his mouth, he was still smoking a hookah, and the hookah stick with a bronze gilt purple and gold flower in his left hand had been shining brightly because of the long-term friction, and there was no trace of rust to be seen. "This is really damn, the last mission has not been completed, and the next one will come again."

The short-haired young man was a little indignant, and pulled the thin red rope tied to his forehead, and a scimitar common in the Tang Kingdom in his right hand rolled quickly in his hand, like a beautiful butterfly. The handle of the knife is wrapped with some yellowish gauze, and at the bottom of the blade connecting the blade, there is a faint engraved "two".

"I said, second child, don't complain. The most taboo thing for those who do our job is to talk too much. ”

The older man slammed the cigarette stick on the table, his eyes narrowing into a line.

"Big brother, I think the most taboo thing in our industry should be smoking."

The young Ye Er stuck out his tongue and lowered his head to avoid the cigarette stick that the other party waved.

"Is it the fifth day of the fourth month...... Ye Da said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "clean up a little, we still have three days of rich time to get rid of this goal." ”

"After tonight, there won't be this man in this city."

Ye Er smiled, his white teeth like a wolf. A lone crow flew alone across the sky, and the oppressive and chaotic night of the city fell again.

Ming Kingdom, Akisawa Castle.

Although it was close to the middle of February, there was still a bleak chill in Akisawa City, which was a chill to the bones.

This ancient mountain town is still buried in snow, but tonight's autumn foliage looks a little different than usual.

A mansion in the east of the city is particularly eye-catching, and today is the wedding of Wang Lan, the most precious second daughter of Wang Quan, the Taifu of the Ming Kingdom.

Old City Lord Wang was now sitting at the top of the hall, his face full of red light. The newly promoted Chenglong Kuaison-in-law is one of the most sought-after officials in northern Jin recently - Liang Jing of the Liang family of the Ming Kingdom.

People who are less than thirty years old have now sat in the position of the commander of the Ming Kingdom, and the three iron guards of the Ming Kingdom under his command are rare elite heavy cavalry in the entire Ming Kingdom.

He had a sleek, cold face, looked older than his actual age, and wore a black robe with the emblems of the stars and the moon in the sky.

Three years ago, Zhu Liao, the lord of the Ming Kingdom, was killed in battle under Tianyuan City, and the disciples of Qin Tianjian settled in this snow-white city in a bright and bright manner.

The black flags of the stars and the moon were suddenly erected in the white mountain city, and the elderly nobles bowed under the black star banner of the Qin Tianjian, and the young and unyielding young nobles were placed under house arrest or killed, and they could only silently watch the black flags of the Qin Tianjian not pass the entire Qiuze City, until the entire Ming Kingdom.

Liang Jing is one of the few nobles in the younger generation who wholeheartedly defected to Qin Tianjian, and it is even rumored that he killed his two brothers in order to gain Qin Tianjian's favor.

He was now sitting on Wang Quan's left hand side, with a rare smile on his face.

He didn't care if his future wife was as beautiful as a flower, nor did he care if she was gentle and lovely, all he needed was the title of Taifu's son-in-law.

From now on, he will occupy a very high position in the power of the military and civil officials of the Ming Kingdom, and the cowardly and young young master of the Ming Kingdom above the hall will no longer pose any threat to him.