March of the 11th year of Tianfu, Qingfeng County, night.

This is the last barrier of the imperial capital in addition to the lock of the sky.

Although it is already the twilight of spring, the cold of the winter moon has not yet faded, and every street is filled with foggy cold, and when the wind blows, it seems to bring people back to the cold winter moon. The waning moon emitted a bleak light, enveloping the entire Qingfeng County.

On the empty street, there are two drunken people staggering forward, looking at their outfits, they are actually soldiers patrolling the city?!

"In this kind of weather, you always have to drink some wine to be comfortable." As the leading soldier spoke, he picked up the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine.

"We patrol the city like this, in case we are bumped into by Shi Chang........" It was the short soldier next to him who spoke, don't look at him like this, in fact, he had already drunk a lot of wine, he looked around, as if he was really afraid that Shi Chang would suddenly appear from somewhere.

"So you're still a rookie and don't know the rules, right?" The soldier at the head laughed, "We are tired from patrolling the city at night, coupled with this kind of weather, everyone has to complain, it is normal to drink some wine to warm up, and the people above are also considerate of us, and they also turn a blind eye to this matter." ”

"No wonder!" The short soldier shook his head, "No, no, no, I need to pee." ”

"Get out of here," the soldier at the head muttered, taking another sip of wine, "It's been almost a year, why is this kid's alcohol still so bad." ”

The moon disappeared behind the clouds, and the short soldier stumbled into the alley beside him, while the leading soldier leaned against the wall not far from the mouth of the alley, put the wine gourd to his lips, and took small sips.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the alley, and listening to the sound, it was probably the short soldier who fell.

"You kid can't even stand on his feet after drinking so little?" The soldier at the head laughed, "Don't pee on yourself." He turned his head to look at the alleyway, for there was no light, only the silhouette of the upper body of the short soldier lying on the ground.

"You kid have enough to lie down, hurry up and lift your pants!" The soldier at the head still laughed, and poured a sip of wine while laughing, but the short soldier was still lying motionless on the ground.

"Hey!"

The short soldier remained unmoved.

"Erniu?!" A trace of fear flashed in the heart of the soldier at the head, and he couldn't help but call out the name of the short soldier.

"Give me a squeak if you're still alive!" At this moment, the leading soldier was drunk, his face turned pale, he threw away the wine gourd, and held the saber at his waist, and it was at this time that the moon suddenly broke out of the clouds, and by the faint moonlight, he saw the red liquid slowly oozing from under the body of the short soldier.

It's blood!

Without thinking, he wanted to draw his saber, but he was still a step too late. A cold dagger slit his throat before he drew his saber, and he died without seeing the man who had killed him.

Two blocks away, at the north gate, the gate opened, and thousands of ghostly shadows poured into the city with the corpses of the guards.