At the end of April of the 11th year of Tianfu, 500 miles away from Gyeongju, at the mouth of the Chijiang River.

It was one of a large contingent of refugees, about four or five hundred men, most of them looking tired, slowly marching through the cracked ground. Su Jingchen pursed his lips and swallowed, which made him feel slightly less thirsty.

"Dust." Someone called him.

Su Jingchen turned his head, "Sister, did you call me?" ”

Su Jingchen and Li Yiniang are not related by blood, two years ago, Su Jingchen somehow ended up in Gyeongju, he forgot all the things before, only remembered his name, Li Yiniang and Li Yikuang, the two sisters and brothers, saw him pitiful, so they took him in.

Li Yiniang beckoned to him, smiling without saying a word. After Su Jingchen approached, Li Yiniang handed over the water bladder in her hand and said, "Are you thirsty?" Come on, drink quickly. ”

Su Jingchen smiled embarrassedly, scratched his head and took the water, but only took a small sip, and handed the water bladder back to Li Yiniang, "This kid." Li Yiniang couldn't help but hide her face and chuckle. But she smiled and smiled, but the corners of her mouth couldn't stop drooping.

Her laughter, with Li Yikuang's death, left forever.

Su Jingchen still remembered that on that sultry afternoon, the clouds were low, the dark clouds were rolling, and the air seemed to have become viscous. He was fetching water by the well, and the two men suddenly walked into the yard one after the other, he took a look, both of them were injured, and the man walking behind was walking with a limp, and his left leg was casually fixed with wooden planks and cloth strips, Su Jingchen felt that if he walked a few more steps, maybe these boards would fall apart.

"Is Li Yiniang at home?" The man who walked in front asked, his voice was hoarse, his hands were wrapped in bandages, and blood was constantly oozing, if he didn't deal with it, his arm would probably be useless, Su Jingchen raised his head and was surprised to find that the man's right eye was still wrapped in a black cloth, and a terrible scar extended from his brow to the root of his ear.

"Sister, she ......"

"What's the matter?" Li Yiniang suddenly walked out of the house.

"You are...... Yi Kuang's sister? The man's voice trembled.

"Yes," uneasiness swelled in Li Yiniang's heart, she put her hand on her chest and squeezed it tightly, "My brother he...... What's wrong? ”

The man suddenly knelt down, "I'm sorry, girl!" I'm sorry for you!" The man's voice choked, "Yi Kuang saved my life, but I couldn't protect him." He slowly pulled out a broken bracelet from his arms, which was stained with blood.

The sky seemed to fall all of a sudden, and the whole was pressed on Li Yiniang's chest, and it was difficult to even take a breath, she wanted to get the hand rope, but her legs seemed to be tied to countless steel shackles, just one step exerted all the strength of her body, her hands trembled slightly, and she tried to reach towards the hand rope. In her eyes, only the bracelet remained.

The lame man suddenly remembered the young man who was always enthusiastic for no reason, and his hearty smile, he didn't hold back, turned his head, and wiped his face a few times with his rough hand, "Why is the wind so strong today, my eyes are full of sand." He said in a voice that only he could hear.

Finally, she got the bracelet.

She covered it with both hands and held it tightly to her chest.

"Girl......" The man opened his mouth to say something.

"Let's go." Li Yiniang interrupted him.

"Let's go." She closed her eyes, half-arched her waist, and said again.

The man opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't say anything more, turned around and left with the lame man.

As soon as they left, Li Yiniang seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and she sat on the ground as a whole, but she was still holding her chest tightly. Her heart felt like she was being eaten by a thousand, ten thousand ants, her face was twisted, and she wanted to cry out loud uncomfortably, but she still held back.

Su Jingchen approached her, half-hunched over, and called tentatively: "Sister?"

But this "sister" seemed to have opened the shackles of Li Yiniang to suppress herself, she first sobbed softly, and then fell on the ground and cried silently, letting the tears flow.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Su Jingchen was a little flustered, his hand reached over and retracted, not knowing what to do.

Li Yiniang straightened up, hugged him with one hand, and threw the rope to protect the hand with the other hand, crying loudly.

"From now on, I only have you," she said suddenly, "and I only have you." ”

"Mountain...... Mountain...... Bandits! Someone suddenly shouted hoarsely. Su Jingchen was pulled back from his memory, he looked around, and Li Yiniang's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Dust, don't be afraid." Li Yiniang took his hand, "Don't get separated from me!"

"Bandits?!" Someone said with a trembling voice.

"How is that possible!" Some people suspected, "In broad daylight, such a large team of thieves of ours would dare to rob it?" ”

"Over there! Over there!! Someone pointed to a small hill to the east, and the people looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw that the dust behind the hill was like a thin curtain, which slightly blocked the sunlight.

The crowd suddenly became agitated, some stood still and stared blankly to the east, some began to push and curse, and some people desperately squeezed backwards, as if being at the back of the line would make him safer.

But in the middle of the procession, there was a group of people who were very calm, dressed in black, each standing in their own position, not moving, only occasionally scanning the surroundings with their eyes, as if the arrival of the thieves in the mouth of the refugees had nothing to do with them. In the group, a man in his forties sat on a box, with a beard that was neither long nor short, and his head was already full of gray hair, and his body was full of muscles.

That is the head of the Wanshan dart game Zhang Qiwan, although the Wanshan dart game is not as good as those big dart games in the imperial capital, but the name in this Gyeonggi area is also well-known, there are less than 100 people in the dart game, but all of them are good players. Someone once said, "Outside the imperial capital, the first dart is the Zhang family." "Wei Zhai is also inside, of course, he is guarding as a dart master.

"Master," Zhang Ying said as he walked briskly through the crowd and walked up to Zhang Qiwan, "there are twenty-one people in the group who came, but they don't look like bandits. ”

"It's not like what you would say." Zhang Qiwan squinted, "What?" I'm starting to lose confidence in my eyesight. ”

Zhang Ying is Zhang Qiwan's first apprentice, since the age of thirteen began to follow Zhang Qiwan to learn skills, it has been almost 20 years now, he is most proud, is his own eyes, it is said that when his eyes are in the best condition, any wind and grass within half a mile can not escape his eyes.

"No, I'm just a little weird." Zhang Ying frowned, "Their weapons look a little special. ”

"Oh? Where's the special," Zhang Qiwan opened his eyes.

"Their weapons, their clothes, and even their horses are black."

Zhang Qiwan was stunned, his face became solemn, and everyone noticed his strangeness, but they didn't dare to ask out loud, and the air suddenly began to freeze.

"Master, what's wrong?" In the end, it was Zhang Ying who broke the situation.

Zhang Qiwan did not answer Zhang Ying's question, but glanced at everyone around him and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

Everyone was stunned, not understanding the meaning of Zhang Qiwan's words.

He shook his head, "You are still too young, those black shadows, but the ghosts from the abyss, if they are targeted, they will either die or be dragged into that abyss, and no one can escape." ”