In this world, there is no end in sight, there is boundless appearance on all sides, the earth is all loess, the sky is dark, there are storms and rains from time to time, lightning and thunder, everything seems to be the appearance of the beginning of heaven and earth.

A man stood in the middle of the world, with waist-length white hair, but he looked to be in his twenties.

The man looked at everything around him, he felt that in this world, he could control everything, waving his hands to the wind, waving his hands to rain, as if he had become a god!

After a long time, his consciousness began to blur, and by the time he woke up again, the appearance of his surroundings had changed greatly.

The man was lying on the grass by the river, surrounded by dense woods, this bend of the river, about seven or eight meters wide, four or five meters deep, the river was not turbulent, and crystal clear, the time was noon, the sun was shining, the breeze was coming, and the water surface was also flooded with layers of ripples.

The man got up, walked to the river, looked at his reflection, felt strange, and felt familiar, he was only wearing a pair of black trousers, tied with a belt, the upper body was muscular and dragon, looking quite forceful, on the chest, there was a tattoo of a nine-tailed fox, which looked very demonic.

The man's mind was blank, he couldn't remember the previous memories at all, but his thinking was still agile, he remembered that it was water, it was blowing, it was the wind, but he couldn't remember the past, he reached out and touched the tattoo on his chest, and tears fell inexplicably.

The man muttered to himself, "Who am I?"

Suddenly, the man saw a figure floating down on the water, and he jumped into the water, swam over, and dragged the man to the shore.

It was a young man dressed in a short beat, who had already lost his breath, and had several stab wounds on his body, one of which was cut right in the neck, which should have killed him.

The man examined the body and came to the conclusion that he had just died, and that the place where he had fallen into the water was not far from the upper reaches of the river.

The man threw the corpse on the grass, and did not bother to put him in the ground, and when he saw that there were several huge bluestones on the side, he picked up one of them and pressed the corpse of this man.

After dealing with this, the man began to run upstream along the riverbank, he was so fast that it was almost impossible to detect his traces with the naked eye, and he ran like this for a while, out of the woods, and came to a plain, not far away, two groups of people were fighting on the riverbank, and a corpse fell into the water, and the blood stained the river red, and the corpse just now should have floated down from here.

The white-haired man who suddenly appeared attracted the attention of several people, one of whom was close to the big man, regardless of whether he was friend or foe, picked up a mace, and smashed it on the head of the white-haired man, but after being like this, the man didn't do anything at all, he snatched the mace with his backhand, and hit the big man's head into his chest, and shattered it into a paste.

was so bloody and violent, but the white-haired man was not uncomfortable at all, and there were about fifty people present.

The white-haired man looked at them and shouted, "Stop fighting. ”

His voice was not very loud, but when it came to everyone's ears, it was like a thunderbolt, and everyone's eyes turned around, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they looked at the man's miserable condition.

In this way, the white-haired man was very satisfied.

He said, "Who's going to tell me where this is?" ”

After saying that, for a long time, no one paid attention to him, the white-haired man was a little embarrassed, he picked up a long knife, and with a slight break of both hands, the knife became broken.

The white-haired man said again, "Who's going to tell me?" ”

This time, someone finally paid attention to him, a tall thin man in half-body armor, holding a spear, and said: "Strong man, this is the foot of the Dead Sheep Mountain, we are the nearby village brave volunteers, these people are the grass robbers on the Dead Sheep Mountain, if the strong man can help us kill them, we will be grateful." ”

The short and fat man who was fighting with the thin and tall man just now listened, and suddenly became anxious, and hurriedly said: "Friend, don't listen to him, we people in the rivers and lakes should help each other, as long as the strong man can help us destroy these eagle dogs of the imperial court, I Qingfeng Village is willing to give a thousand taels of gold!"

The white-haired man didn't listen to them at all, and his mind kept thinking about the words that the tall and thin man said.

Dead Sheep Mountain, Dead Sheep Mountain, Dead Sheep Mountain.........

I seem to have heard of this name, but I can't remember what I heard about it or who I heard about it.

Thinking that he didn't have a name yet, the white-haired man said to himself: "Dead Sheep Mountain, I will call it Dead Sheep in the future." ”

The dead sheep smiled, and then, in front of everyone, he walked along a large road not far away.

That's right, he just left, he didn't pay attention to these people at all, and he didn't care about their lives or deaths, let alone the reward of a thousand taels of gold.

In the same place, only the people on both sides were left, with a confused face, so I am afraid that it is not a brain disease, and the momentum is violent, and it is inexplicable to go, which makes people scratch their heads, and they really can't keep up with the train of thought, so that they don't know what to do.

However, after a while, I don't know who made the first move, this group of more than 50 people, with knives and guns in hand, started a ping-pong fight.

And at this time, the dead sheep has come out of the long way.

He walked on the road, his steps were very brisk, he was thinking, what kind of person he was before, why he had such a strong force, he felt far from being comparable to ordinary people, could it be that his true identity was a general who overpowered the three armies, or a killer, or a ranger.

No, it can't be a Ranger.

A real ranger, in the face of the situation just now, should have a sense of justice and help one of them, but at that time, what he thought in his heart was that he didn't know the real situation, so he didn't want to do it casually.

This way of thinking lets the dead sheep know that he is by no means an ordinary person.

At the very least, he is a person who is afraid of trouble and likes to protect himself.

However, these are trivial things, and what the sheep cares about most are the memories that have been lost in their brains.

He knew he had amnesia, and he wanted to find out.

The dead sheep walked along the road, and I don't know how long, the sun moved westward, and the sun weakened a lot, and finally I saw people again.

This is a small town with a population of about a few hundred households, there are fertile fields outside the town, there are three small streets in the town, walking on the street, there are cold shops on both sides, it seems that this town is not prosperous on weekdays, and there should be few outsiders coming.