At this time, the moon was purple and the stars were scarce, the scenery was misty, and there were one or two wolf howls in the distance.

This is Lancheng, the largest demon cave in the northwest region of the Yingzhou Continent.

To the north of Lancheng, there is an endless grassland and desert, and to the south of Lancheng, there are hundreds of kilometers of wasteland.

Zhao Zihan followed the team, passing through the neighborhood that had been abandoned for thousands of years, Hu Yidao led the way in front with his serrated knife on his back, and the tall figure stretched out in the moonlight.

Concrete roads are potholes, muddy water, and many sections have softened or even collapsed. The road was littered with scraps of cement falling from the upper floors that would shatter when stepped on, as well as mosaics and broken porcelain that could not be corroded through the ages.

Occasionally, you can see old chariots, all four-wheeled, steel skeletons, rusted, stacked on both sides of the road, or half-buried in cement debris, showing off the glory that the continent once embraced.

The skyscrapers that are tens of meters high or even one or two hundred meters high, in the streets are lined up, and under the misty moonlight, the dilapidated high-rise buildings are charming.

These abandoned ancient buildings, after more than 3,000 years of wind and rain, have a mottled appearance, covered with cobwebs, and many places are covered with moss, or have huge bird's nests.

Many of the abandoned buildings are crooked, or only half of them are left, and a gust of wind, a burst of rain, or even a fart will collapse.

For this reason, Zhao Zihan wrote a very good poem implicitly in a composition exam: The dangerous building is 100 feet high, don't pick the stars, don't dare to enlarge the fart, I'm afraid you won't be able to win.

All this, just like this huge orchid city, is a masterpiece left by ancient humans.

On the skyscrapers on both sides, among the rows of broken and empty window holes, the occasional giant mouse, python, fox and even gray lang flashed. The roar of wild beasts echoed in the night sky, and the stench of rotting animal carcasses was heard from time to time on the road.

All kinds of animals and beasts regard the ruins of this Lan City as a dense forest, and whenever the purple moon falls, the huge ruins become a battlefield for animals to chase, and the law of the jungle of the strong and the weak is perfectly interpreted under the cover of this night.

Zhao Zihan followed the patrol team silently over the ruins of a collapsed building in the middle of the road, and a giant rat that was fighting with a fox was frightened and ran away.

But the fox was not in a hurry, looked at the demons with a big grin, raised his head, raised his head to the sky, and chased away.

Since more than a thousand years ago, the tigers, lions and leopards that often attacked the demon clan were cleared from the ruins of the city by the demons, and the animals in this blue city have never been enemies of the demons.

After more than 1,000 years of coexistence, only the giant rat, although it is as big as a wolf, it is born cautious, and it will still subconsciously run away when it sees the demon, while the other animals, when they see the demon, they are already very big and not afraid.

The ruined square garden of Lancheng is nearly 100 kilometers, and within 20 kilometers of the center of the city is the demon's lair, and the blue river passes through the middle of the demon cave, which is the water source of the demon clan.

Since more than 2,000 years ago, as a mutant race after the apocalyptic catastrophe, the demon clan was driven to the Northern Wilderness by the human race, and the entire Yingzhou Continent has started the endgame of confrontation between the north and the south.

At the beginning, in order to compete for the territory of survival, the demon clan and the water tribe also fought inseparably, but as the human race became more and more vicious, the water tribe and the demon tribe even became the demon beasts of the climate, and in order to survive, they gradually formed a loose alliance.

In the war between humans and demons for more than 2,000 years, countless young men have died on both sides, and the hatred between each other is as continuous as a river, deeper than the sea water.

Even in recent years, the two clans have fought like strong men who have been tossing around women for too long and have lost much strength, but the sects of the human race have always harassed and hunted the demon clan in the name of new disciples going down the mountain to try, so as to cultivate their ferocity and vent their remaining hatred.

It's a time of, where bloodshed and death seem inevitable.

When a yellow sun rose in the east, Zhao Zihan finally returned to the Lancheng Demon Cave, which was his home. It is a 20-kilometer new town that straddles both sides of the Blue River.

Half of the city is above ground and half underground. In addition to sheltering from the sandstorms raging in the desert, there is a more important reason: there is no electricity.

The book says that the entire Qing Ming has lost the magic of "electricity" for more than three thousand years.

As a result, most of the buildings on half of the ground in the new city are two stories high, and the highest point is only four floors, which is completely different from the surrounding abandoned ruins, most of which are dozens of storeys high.

In fact, only the underground part is the core of this demon cave.

The underground extends in all directions, the gas lights are bright, the candles are flickering, and the oil lamps are on and off. Various bars, cinemas, clubs, nightclubs, brothels...... There are all kinds of them, and they are very lively.

Zhao Zihan belongs to a very ugly demon, and these excitements have nothing to do with him.

He had no sharp horns, no bronzed skin, no yellow, red, or blue hair, and no tall and mighty body.

Some demons are even born with two horns on their heads, and their hair is also colorful and curly, which makes the demons very envious.

But Zhao Zihan doesn't even have a horn, and his hair is the most ordinary black, not curly, which is the most inferior thing in his life.

The older generation of demons will shake their heads with some regret when they see Zhao Zihan: This kid, it's a pity, yellow skin, black eyes, black hair, red lips and white teeth, no demonic spirit, living is a human race, where does he look like a demon?

He was often ridiculed for this, his friends were reluctant to play happily with him, and even the little banshee disliked him and did not play with him.

In his memory, his parents were horned, not at all like himself, and they were very powerful demons, but they died early in the war with the Terrans.

When he was a child, because he was ugly, Zhao Zihan had no friends, and he grew up in an orphanage in Lancheng, and he was always more silent and lonely.

In fact, in Lancheng, there is no shortage of smiles, but a child like Zhao Zihan who grew up alone can always appreciate the fragility and hidden indifference of those smiles.

Yes, even if you are surrounded by smiles all day long, you don't necessarily feel truly integrated and happy, and the distance between hearts and minds, which seems close, is actually far away.

He doesn't look like a demon, he is always ostracized, and he needs to endure loneliness more, which is a truth that Zhao Zihan has understood since he was very young, which makes him always keep a deliberate distance from most smiles, intentionally or unintentionally.

However, with the exception of Yan Meier and Yan Mu'er.

Yan Mei'er is Yan Mu'er's younger sister.

Although these two brothers and sisters have no horns on their heads, Yan Mei'er has long reddish-brown hair, and Yan Mu'er has yellow curly hair, which looks very handsome with his tower-like body.

In addition to cultivating, if Zhao Zihan was not sent by the school guidance office to patrol the city like tonight, there were only two things to do: go to Yan Meier's house to drink the mare's milk wine brewed by her mother, Aunt Hei Sang, or visit the ruins and dungeons of Lancheng with Yan Meier.

Although the process of life is very short, in fact, there are many lonely moments to pass.

When Yan Mei'er was also free, Zhao Zihan had no choice but to go to the empty Daxia alone, or go into the vast and boundless Lancheng ruins sewers to watch the big bad wolf and the giant python fight.

The big bad wolf has a flexible body, sharp teeth, and a giant python with thick skin and thick flesh, and is extremely powerful.

This made Zhao Zihan realize some rogue moves that he couldn't learn in school and the city patrol guards, but they were rarely used in actual combat.

Last night's dodging of the gray young man's sword, which was learned from the big bad wolf, seems to be quite effective. Otherwise, if this sword hadn't been dodged, I was afraid that it would have burped, and I wouldn't have seen the sun this morning.

Thinking of this, a thought flashed in his head: that time he took out his sword inexplicably, and he actually cut down half of the building with one sword!

This incident quickly alarmed the Demon Court, according to the later appraisal of the Demon Court, only the Heavenly Demon and above can have such an ability, but the Demon Court has not been able to find out which Heavenly Demon ran to the corner of this ruin to cut such a sword, which made the Demon Court a little puzzled.

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to admit it himself, no matter from which point of view, he couldn't admit it, and even if he did, absolutely no one would believe it, and he would laugh in vain......

This is a precarious time, full of danger at all times, life is lighter than a feather, and it is easy to drift away with the wind.

If it comes to the moment when your life is at stake, I don't know if I can still use this sword?

Zhao Zihan lay on the bed and thought wildly, and after a while, he felt a little bored, and couldn't help but think of Yan Meier's purple grape-like eyes, delicate figure and cute smiling face.

So, the fatigue of patrolling and fighting just now was suddenly swept away, and he hurriedly got up from the bed and decided to go to Yan Meier's house to drink mare's milk wine.

Although it seems shameless to always eat and drink for nothing, he has long been proficient in this way and is accustomed to it.

Yan Meier is fifteen years old this year, just one year younger than Zhao Zihan, she is the same age, Zhao Zihan will always tell her what is on her mind.

Except for that thing.