The afterglow of the setting sun spread through the misty sky over the devastated land, a blood-red color.

A few crows hovered overhead, croaking hoarsely and incessantly.

Boulders are lined up, ravines are crisscrossed, thousands of miles of wilderness are covered with flesh and bones, and the bloody wind is rampant, and the dusk brings up a few places of green smoke to dissipate in the misty sky.

The fish dragged its dying body unharmed, and the white shirt on its body was already mottled with blood and stains.

His eyes were scattered and distant, and the feeling of fatigue destroyed his spirit for a while, and his long messy hair was like dead grass, drooping on his face, shaking rhythmically with his staggering steps.

The slightest ray of light hit his eyes through the trembling hairline, making him feel the light that still existed without any waves.

He walked from the beach where the waves of Xilan Haizhou crashed against the bones, passed by the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, and stepped through the countless lonely villages of the yellow sand and cold moon.

At this time, he once again turned a deaf ear and walked out of the uninhabited village that seemed to be the same, and the strength of life could not support him to knock on the door of any room that had just walked out of the village, disappointed, disappointed.

The memory of the muscles still prompted him to continue walking, in a trance, even the rotting corpse at his feet could not arouse his sympathy, everything was just disappointment.

He continued to walk forward, for I don't know how long, until a half-human-tall child appeared in his field of vision, and Yu Wuxian finally stopped.

He stilled his body and purbed his festering, chapped lips with the tip of his tongue, making a soft swallowing sound.

The unexpected surprise made him a little flustered, and he brushed away the long hair that blocked his eyes with both hands, and properly tidied up his already inhuman-like face.

It was really a surprise, and it was also the expectation that he had insisted on until now that he would never forget it became a reality, and he quickly hung out the little breath of anger that was left and walked straight forward.

The dirty, half-man-tall child, unclothed, stood motionless, staring at the frail man who was walking towards him with stunned eyes.

The fish was hugging him, he didn't avoid the hug, he didn't reject his rough hands and slowly stroked his cheeks.

He felt the half-crouched man's forehead touching his, sobbing silently, tears dripping from his cheeks.

The sadness and joy expressed by the fish unharmed aroused the child's natural pity. He timidly raised his little hand and tried to wipe the tears from the man's cheeks.

Yu Wuxian raised his head and looked at the child gently, and the child was wiping his tears unfamiliarly, showing a little clumsiness.

It's a little warm, and the hands of children really have warmth. The fish was unharmed with his nose "whew, whew" inhaling the snot that was about to choke, wiped the tears from his eyes with one hand, and then grabbed the child's wiping hands, and his voice was hoarse: "What's your name?"

The child's small body was straight, and when he saw that the half-squatting man did not continue to cry, there was a simple smile on his face, which was very clean and his eyes were clear and bright.

"My name is Wang Yanzhi, and my mother and uncle call me Xiaoyan. Uncle can also call me Xiaoyan. ”

The fish was unharmed and began to be relieved for a while. Stand up and gently stroke the child's hair.

"Xiao Yan, the name is so nice. Then he sighed: "Xiao Yan, you are really a hope." ”

Hearing Yu Wuxian's words, Wang Yanzhi was very obviously disappointed and said: "My father and uncle once said this to me, but I haven't seen them for a long time, and my mother said that they have all gone far away. ”

Yu Wuxian bowed down again, put his hands on Wang Yanzhi's shoulders, and felt these clear eyes, "Uncle is also going to a far away place, you have to remember to live well." ”

As he spoke, he took out a silver piece of iron and stuffed it into the child's hand.

"Keep it well, and there is hope in life, you know?"

After saying that, he gently stroked the child's cheek again, and turned around with a generous step.

The child nodded slightly, looking at the back of the strange uncle's departure.

The pace of departure was brisk. Yu Wuxian began to laugh and feel good, he stepped over the majestic mountains and the raging rivers in one step.

No regrets, finally no regrets.

He missed the coffin a little, and he couldn't wait to lie down in the coffin he had made for himself.

He began to sing:

The autumn wind is gradually rising, the night is getting cold, and the wilderness is desolate and lonely.

The wind swept the lonely village and the door was slammed, and the rain fell into the empty city full of water.

Dead on the battlefield without a name, who is injured when the soul falls into the yellow sand?

The sunset buries the bones, and the crows sing sadly for the funeral.

Thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains are tombstones, and thousands of rivers shed tears and broke their bowels.

What does it matter if the floating wilderness collapses? It will also start a new fire in Anbang.

The night is thin, and the moon rises. A wisp of green smoke rose from the wilderness, a rare wisp of cooking smoke, and there were a dozen people busy in the cooking place.

A woman sewing a rabbit skin. A child snuggled in his arms, holding a silver piece of iron in his hand, snoring slightly.

The snoring sound is steady and powerful, the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon flow.

Time restored the devastated land, and humans began to regain control of the land, and they began to gather, pavilions and pavilions rose from the ground, and cities of scale slowly formed. The undulating mountains also change at a speed that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, and some of the mountains are covered with white cranes, and humans are streaked under the ethereal clouds, and then the rows of buildings are visible in full view.

In the long river of time in this land:

There began to be fighting, shouts.

There was smoke and laughter.

There was a treasure light and a sound of breaking the air.

There is a pen tip that strokes, dividing the long river of time into sections and writing them in history books.

Books are written one after another.

New ones are stacked on top of the old, and stacks are stacked on top of each other.

The river of time has been flowing for 50,000 years.

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In the endless darkness, a mass of nothingness floats, it merges into the darkness, and it is also a darkness.

Not knowing where it came from, or where it was going, he just wandered aimlessly.

A year has passed, ten years have passed, and I don't know how many years it has been drifting.

Finally someone felt it!

"Huh, what is this?" a voice in the darkness wondered.

"It's the memories that are drifting. The voice was a little surprised.

"It's amazing, I've lived for tens of thousands of years, and I've been able to come across a cloud of memories. ”

"Yes, memory isn't any kind of force, so can it get there?

"Give it a try?"

"Anyway, give it a try. ”

"However, there are only memories, and there is no soul, so how can we keep memories alive?"

There was silence again in the darkness, probably because he was lost in thought.

I don't know how long he pondered before the voice continued to sound.

"As long as a soul seed is injected, it is very small, very small, so small that it is negligible, small enough to be able to enter there, then once you encounter the Seven Spirits that have not completely disappeared, you will definitely be able to come back to life. ”

"Haha! I was able to think of such a good solution, and that's it, maybe it was an unexpected surprise. If he were alive, would he follow his memories, would he come into my plans?"

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

So the void wrapped itself in a glimmer of light that was too faint to see in the darkness and began to fall.

It keeps falling.

Piercing through the darkness, there was some light at first.

The light amplified as it lingered on a barrier for a moment, and then continued to fall.

There are starting to be clouds.

The outline of the earth began to emerge, and the earth floated on the blue sea.

Mountains and trees are starting to grow.

There was a village at the beginning, thatched huts.

It fell into a thatched hut.