The dark clouds are black and heavy and press down, making people depressed and suffocating, and the yellow sand flying all over the sky is like continuous rain that only increases the sadness, and what cannot be dissolved is the pathos in the heart.

On the battlefield of slaughter, the ancient dance steps, the sound of bells under the feet of the ears, the song of the soul bell can not recall the soul that has been waiting for a long time.

In the twenty-eighth year of the Jin Dynasty, Ling Muran, the youngest medicine venerable in the Linwu Continent and the concubine of King Lang of the Jin Kingdom, was killed and died, and there were no bones.

King Lang turned white overnight.

In the thirty-eighth year of the Jin Dynasty, after ten years, King Lang finally mourned for the princess and put down a tomb.

The handsome King Lang, who was once high-spirited and proud in the world, is now only left with vicissitudes and desolation, and his empty eyes can't shoot into the slightest living light, like stagnant water. Three thousand green silks turned gray overnight, and his eyes were unfocused, and he slowly walked from the city into this familiar battlefield.

Hundreds of feet, flags fluttering, drums shaking the sky, ghost masters dancing, prisoners bowing their heads, blood splashing three feet, comforting the princess's spirit in the sky.

Looking at the heads of the first to roll down, the prisoners kneeling in the back finally reacted, either struggling or screaming or begging for mercy, but unfortunately, their fate had been set ten years ago.

Among these prisoners, many of them have once dominated the world, and even a few are still emperors, but so ......

Three thousand white silk is like a vegetarian, and the eyes that can't ripple at half a point only look at the mound of clothes, if you look at it for a thousand years, it is already the last eternity. A little, the arm was raised, and hundreds of thousands of big knives were also raised at the same time, and the next moment, thousands of human heads rolled to the ground, and blood stained the golden yellow sand.

The hoarse voice of "ride, head, tower" came out of the man's mouth, and the long sharpened logs strung up the human head, set up the heavenly tower, the ghost master walked, the yellow sand was the medium, the ancient song was ethereal, and the culprit Ling Yanran, who had been tortured to the point of not being human, was tied to the human head tower and was eaten alive by the scavenging vultures.

In the same year, Emperor Yuan of the Jin Kingdom died in the palace, Emperor Xuan ascended the throne, changed the name of the country to Mu, and a generation of King Lang died in the study at the age of forty-one. Emperor Xuan ordered King Lang and Princess Lang to be buried in the imperial tomb.

In the thirtieth year of Mu Xuan, Emperor Xuan died of illness, and after not taking a concubine for the rest of his life, he did not leave any heirs, and passed on to the old son Feng Xitian.

"Ling Lang, you are already together, you can always be so decisive, always slow you down so much, it took so long to see her, I don't know if she still recognizes it...... "Emperor Xuan died, Emperor Ming succeeded to the throne, ordered the reopening of the imperial mausoleum, and refuted the etiquette to bury Emperor Xuan and King Lang and his wife together.

Everything finally came to an end, leaving only the ballad in the street still singing: "Once the red face turned into dry bones, the king of Lang turned white overnight." Ten years of earth-shattering mourning, hatred and blood comforted the soul. When the world is unified, the heart hurts and people will eventually pass away, and they will eventually pass away......"