It is obviously such an ordinary face, but it has a pair of extremely wide and deep eyes, like the wind from the far north, through the high mountains that towering into the sky, all the way to the wind and dust, silent and moist.

"Miss Dong, you are the descendant of Dong Zhong, the brave general of the Great Song Dynasty in the past, and the descendant of the hero! Dong Zhong is a general under Yue Feiyue's grandfather! The voice of the void changed, like a low twilight drum, hoarse and slow, as if chanting some ancient incantation, with a solemn majesty. The sleeves of his coat fluttered in the wind, and a thousand rays of light suddenly swept out of the swollen cuffs, converging at a certain point along the direction of the void fingers, and the light became more and more intense, so intense that the air stirred by the wind was almost distorted, and instantly blew out two rows of oil lamps, as if to suck everything in the world into it.

Dong Qiuhong covered her eyes and secretly struggled to prevent being sucked in by the light.

What the hell is this? Is it a spell? Is there such a terrifying force in the world? She could feel that the power hidden in that light was simply against nature!

There was a loud bang, and the light exploded, and the splashed light flew around, like scattered fireflies.

And where the light was, there was a long knife.

Dong Qiuhong stared straight at the knife, a dull pain in her brain, something in the air suddenly rushed into her mind, red, the white of the heaven and the earth, the knife, the colorful scene flashed in front of her eyes one after another, she felt an irresistible attraction dragging her forward, at the same time, the strong emotions she had never experienced in her life were like mountains and seas, roaring into her heart, blazing and heavy, ancient and distant...... That's blood! Blood gushed all over the ground, surging in the cold world, and there were so many corpses, so many that they covered a field! Dong Qiuhong covered her head, desperately suppressing the roar and trembling in her heart.

She trembled her body, and walked step by step in the direction guided by the light, the knife suddenly vibrate, as if echoing Dong Qiuhong, until she crossed the corpse mountain and sea of blood, thorns and vines, and finally reached out to touch the scabbard The moment the light suddenly dissipated, the knife stopped humming, and lay quietly in Dong Qiuhong's arms.

Dong Qiuhong held the knife with empty eyes, she couldn't tell who she was and where she was now. She held the knife and gently pressed her face against the scabbard, the touch was not cold, but a warm air flow poured into her body, and the bubbling blood veins were hidden under a thin layer of skin, beating silently with the warmth, surging, and constantly slapping Dong Qiuhong like a huge wave.

It's so familiar, it's like ...... She had been trapped in the darkness for countless years, and only this knife was her only light and temperature!

"Kid, take this knife...... Take it out! ”

Dong Qiuhong looked at the knife in his arms blankly, the scabbard was engraved with simple lines, and there was a blackened blood stain running through it, which had seeped into the metal scabbard along the pattern. She slowly exhaled a cloudy breath and gently pulled the knife out.

A knife that was too old, the dark red rust with a fishy smell corroded the entire blade, and the original appearance of the knife was no longer visible at all. Dong Qiuhong gently stroked the raised rust, and her eyes suddenly became sour, this knife shouldn't be like this! She was shocked by her own thoughts, she had never seen this knife, and there was no pattern of this knife in the ancient books she had read before, but there was something in her heart that was roaring to tell herself, this knife should have the majesty of a world-famous general, devouring the blood of the enemy on the battlefield, and it was by no means cowering here, rusted little by little by a long time.

"It seems that the time is still not right......" Void sighed heavily, he squatted down and gently helped Dong Qiuhong up.

Dong Qiuhong looked at the void blankly, tears on her face in the darkness.

The void was stunned, and suddenly nodded, "It's you...... You are indeed the descendant of General Dong! No wonder there is Grandpa Yue's blood on his body! The man was right! The face that was so dull suddenly had color and anger, the void tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his smile was stiff, and the smile was simply twitching when it came to others.

The monk coughed violently, fiercely, as if he was about to cough out his heart and lungs. He covered his heart with difficulty, gritted his teeth and said to Dong Qiuhong: "Child...... Come here. The one that just now has exhausted all my strength, and I'm afraid I don't have much time left......" As soon as he finished speaking, he shook violently a few more times, and blood gushed out.

Void luck pressed the bloody qi in his throat, he stepped forward and pinched Dong Qiuhong's shoulder, the huge force pressed the flesh on her shoulder to sink slightly, "This knife belongs to you, take it well, it will grow with you, and when you have the strength to match it, it will wake up." Hearing Dong Qiuhong's low cry of pain, the void instantly withdrew his hand, paused for a moment, and the surging waves in his eyes slowly stopped.

"Amitabha, Miss Dong, I'm sorry, the poor monk has lost his temper." The void bowed his head, he pursed his miserable white lips, leaned into the robe with a trembling hand, took out a thin booklet, and handed it to Dong Qiuhong, she looked silently through the rekindled light, the book should be very old, the cover was mostly off, the pages were yellow, and when the hand touched the paper, there was a rough sense of vicissitudes.

Dong Qiuhong took it and looked at the void in surprise, but still didn't make a sound, and his eyes were no longer as impatient as before.

"There is a very ancient knife technique recorded in this book, which was left by General Dong. You take it back and practice it well. The void stopped, gasping for breath, and the old hand kept fiddling with the rosary, as if to hide some kind of uncalm mood, "The name of that knife is 'Soul Eater'. The history books don't include it, but it is indeed the true king of the sword. A hundred years ago, Grandpa Yue used to take it to the battlefield, and no enemy could compete with the edge of this knife. Later, Grandpa Yue gave it to General Dong. ”

"In the last battle of the Northern Expedition, General Dong and Grandpa Yue led the army north together to conquer Hulu, the battle was very tragic, and all the soldiers under General Dong were buried in the north, and General Dong did not come back."

Dong Qiuhong's face was irrepressibly surprised, and she asked in a dumb voice: "Didn't you say that Grandpa Yue and General Dong are both blessed generals, why are they in danger and there is no god to save them?" ”

"Hehe......" The void's voice was no longer lifeless, and a low laugh overflowed from the depths of his throat, "God? Maybe it was the so-called gods who made them die. ”

Dong Qiuhong frowned and shook her head, to be honest, although she was instilled with some concepts of gods and Buddhas since she was a child, and heard a lot of legends about the gods descending to earth, although she had never seen it, she felt disgusted in her heart.

Would the true gods do this to those who worship them in their faith?