The cold wind swept through the barren world, and across a withered meadow, Meng Yi was opposed to the wooden house.

The murmuring hazy song always floated from all around, and the song echoed as if it came from the distant attic auditorium.

Meng Yi closed his eyes and meditated, listening to the sorrow contained in the voice, the moonlight was hazy, and the bright moonlight slowly sprinkled from the sky. A blurry image seemed to suddenly emerge from the depths of his mind, the torch-carrying crowd running across the moor, the firelight not illuminating their faces, and they began to speed towards the moonlight. They silently ran towards the full moon, their cloaks wide open, their figures fluttering, and they fell down the mountain.

Meng Yi was startled and woke up from that picture, he opened his eyes and looked around in horror.

He didn't know why he thought of such crazy, magnificent, and real things when he heard the song, as if there was a charm in the voice that always drew him to think about it.

He took a step and lifted his legs, and walked on the barren meadow, the strange song still echoing in his ears, and he forced his tiredness to walk to the hut.

"Open it ......"

"Open it ......"

"Open it ......"

"Open it!"

“……”

Thousands of screams seemed to suddenly begin to pour out of the strange singing, one after the other, like countless distorted faces, tearing open their mouths and repeating the same sentence.

"Let's go in......"

"Let's go inside!"

"Push it away......"

"We ...... Always waiting for you......"

"Giggle......

Piercing slys filled his ears like night owls, faces contorted, whispers in whispers.

Meng Yi took a deep breath and calmed down, not caring about those faces. He stepped forward and pushed the door open, and a bright light burst out of the small wooden house.

After a few moments, the light dissipated again, and a quaint attic was revealed at the bottom of the curtain. The attic is surrounded by aromas, and old calligraphy and paintings are hung against the walls.

There are no superfluous furnishings, no superfluous structures, except for a wooden tea table and a plaque engraved with the words "He Jing Yi Zhen", and there is only one man in the entire attic who is also dressed in a light white robe sitting at the tea table, with long hair and a shawl, and a smile on his eyebrows.

The man watched Meng Yi suddenly appear, and his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest. He chuckled and put down the teacup in his hand, then poured Meng Yi a cup of fragrant tea, and stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down.

"You're here." He said. The voice is soft, like entertaining a friend I haven't seen in years.

Meng Yi didn't speak, but sat directly opposite the man, took the teacup, and drank the tea inside.

"Aren't you afraid of being poisonous?" The man laughed.

"If it was really poisonous, you wouldn't let me in, would you?" Meng Yi also smiled in return, and the two elegant men sat next to each other, silently looking at the clouds floating around them.

"How's the outside world going?" After a long time, the handsome man finally took the lead in speaking, and he asked with his head down.

"The outside world? Which do you mean? Meng Yi didn't understand which world he was talking about, so he asked rhetorically.

"Outside of here, the outermost world." The man said.

"Fortunately, since you fell asleep, humans have gradually taken control of that world." Meng Yi replied seriously.

"Is that so......" The man lowered his head in silence, playing with the teacup in his hand with some distraction.

After another long silence, the man finally broke the silence and spoke again, "Bing Ji has woken up, right?" I felt her call in my veins. ”

"Binghime? You said...... Is it the twenty-first monarch of your orcs, Dilnaga, the king of the sea and ice? Meng Yi was puzzled.

"Yes, but her real name is not Dil Naga, but Yang Zitong." The man corrected.

"Yang Zitong ......" Meng Yi pondered his chin and groaned for a while, and then asked, "What about you, what is your name?" ”

"Me?" The man smiled.

"My name is ...... Donghuang Ming. He said.

"Donghuang Ming?"

"Yes." The man smiled kindly.

"The twenty-third monarch of the Holy Clan, the king of mountains and rocks - Eastern Emperor Ming." He raised his head slowly, and the golden pupils seemed to be flowing with flame-like light, like two glasses burning on fire, making people dare not look at him.

In an instant, all of Meng Yi's consciousness seemed to be swallowed up by those pupils, and sleepiness and exhaustion flooded his soul like a tide.

In the darkness, he seemed to fall silently into a sea, and something seemed to be dragging him down under the icy water. He slowly sank to the bottomless depth, his stiff body unable to move.

"Click!"

In a trance, it seemed as if something had suddenly cracked, and the dazzling light made Meng Yi wake up from his trance. And when he came back to his senses and looked at the world beneath his feet, everything around him began to change drastically.

The quaint attic had disappeared at some point, and the endless ground was filled with burnt and pungent smoke. Meng Yi stood on the vast grassland, the dusk and crimson sunset covered the gloomy sky like water, and the sky was already pouring rain at this time, and the color of every drop of rain was blood red. Meng Yi raised his head and looked at the mountain peak in the distance, the yellow-brown dragon was lying quietly on the peak, its wings had been hanging down at the foot of the mountain, the hundreds of meters long bone wings were densely covered with shocking wounds and cracks, blood gushed out from its wounds, like flowing magma that could never be finished, and all the drops fell to the bottom of the mountain.

The dragon was roaring, and it wasn't completely dead. As thick blood flowed through its pupils, its golden pupils began to glow with all its might.

At some point, the light and feeble song began to emerge from its mouth without warning, wandering in this gloomy world, like the most melodious sorrow.

Meng Yi stared at the dying dragon with a heavy face, and said in a solemn tone, "It seems that I guessed correctly, the war hundreds of years ago didn't put you all to sleep. ”

"It's just that I'm curious that after being siphoned off the life of this world by the Hades...... Why are you still alive? ”

He stared coldly at the sky, and the shaking fan slammed shut.

Life and death flashed through the dragon's body, as if half of its body was dying while the other half was growing again. When the two states are gradually reached to the extreme, the dead half of the body begins to rejuvenate again, and the new half of the body begins to gradually decay. This constant alternation of death and rebirth has been the cycle of dragons on the mountain for almost hundreds of years.

"Alive?"

"But I'm about to die......" The man silently appeared next to Meng Yi again, still with that handsome face, but in the depths of his eyes, it seemed to be full of too much sadness.

"After Yuan Yu went on a rampage, he rebelled against a third of the forces in our clan. In the largest rebellion in the history of the Holy Clan, the crown prince and King Zhao gathered all the remaining princes to launch a joint campaign against Yuanyu. It's just that what we didn't expect was that the Hades King, who was originally alone and had almost no chance of winning, ended up beating the entire Holy Clan to pieces in the 'City of the End'. Whether it was Candle Separation or Fuyou, almost all of the remaining princes of the Holy Clan were killed in that war and fell into an endless slumber. ”

"We still underestimate Yuanyu's strength too much." The man raised his head and sighed, "In that war that should have been overwhelmingly won, the entire Holy Clan was almost completely defeated at his hands. ”

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" After speaking, the man couldn't help laughing, and his voice was miserable.

Meng Yi was silent, he didn't know how to answer this sentence. In his impression, he did hear his grandmother mention the matter of the civil strife of the beast clan, but the age at that time was too old, and even the many documents left in history could not completely record them.

"But why are you so obsessed with conquering the Immortal? Aren't you beasts respected for their strength? Since the strength of the Hades King is so strong, why don't you just elect him as the emperor? Meng Yi frowned and asked puzzled.

"Monarchs and ministers and envoys, each with his own plan. If Fu You could have understood this, maybe he wouldn't have to bear such consequences. The man said with a sigh as he lowered his head.

"Wait, listen to your tone...... Didn't you participate in the crusade against the Immortal? Meng Yi asked in surprise. Listening to the tone of the man's voice, how did he feel that Donghuang Ming did not participate in the civil war at all, and did not regard himself as the camp of Fuyou at all.

"Who told you that if you participated in that war, you must be the enemy of Yuanyu?" The man glanced at him helplessly, and explained, "In the civil strife back then, in addition to the two camps of Hades and Fuyou, there were actually a small number of neutral princes. For some reason, those princes did not join the two major factions of Hades and the crown prince, but chose a neutral state to protect themselves. ”

"Then why were you sucked away from your life by the Immortal King, and you were injured by him to become the way you are now?" Meng Yi asked puzzled.

"Because......" The man looked up at the pouring rain sky, and the drops of water poured into his pupils from one spot. He stared at the black clouds in the sky for a long time, and finally lowered his head and said leisurely, "Yuan Yu he was just blinded by hatred, if it wasn't for the incident of the 'City of Ends' back then, maybe he wouldn't be desperate enough to sit on that throne." ”

"Death by life, life by death, this is his law as Hades."

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(End of chapter)

Tomorrow's exam, these two days will be changed to two days and one shift.

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