Qin Beiyang opened his eyes in the coffin.

Beijing, the Forbidden City, Yanxi Palace of the East Sixth Palace.

He saw the moon.

The moon of the Forbidden City, like a bend of beauty's eyes, exudes a clear glazed glow.

His eyes began to roll, and through the coffin board full of sawdust, his eyes touched a three-story building composed of iron bones and glass fish tanks, and the water light refracted the moonlight and goldfish, as if he had come to a crystal palace under the sea.

As if awakened from a long sleep of 1,200 years, his sense of hearing gradually recovered, first the night breeze of late autumn in Beijing blowing through the bells of the corner tower of the Forbidden City. Then there is the copper kettle dripping in the palace next door, and the large beads and small beads fall on the jade plate, just like the second hand of a Swiss clock, one grid after another, and the accumulation of countless grids is called time.

Then, he saw a face.

A face covered by a scar, in his thirties, his face is still delicate and handsome, but it is a pity that he has been marked with an indelible mark.

Ah Hai?

A name flashed through his mind, and then, he remembered another name - Qin Beiyang.

It's myself, well, the memory is still there......

Last year, in September, 1923, a week after the Great Kanto Earthquake.

Yokohama, the Black Dragon Society reduced to ruins.

He saw the devil.

A bullet from the Sichuan Daoist hit Qin Beiyang's chest. Nine Colors, who can't transform in the daytime, is forced to flee with a Tang knife and a crossbow, and goes to Tokyo to find Princess Hikari, praying for her to save her master. Yoshiko's assassination failed, and she was raped by the demon again. Qin Beiyang was tied to the excavator and left the Black Dragon Society.

When he woke up, it was three days later......

Inside the bumpy compartment, the roar of the engine made his head swell. The fingers were touched, the smell of gasoline irritated the nose, and the world in front of him was dark and boundless, like a steel coffin in the depths of an ancient tomb. He's still alive, not a mummy a thousand years later. There was a sharp pain in his chest, which was wrapped in a thick bandage like a mummy. Thankfully, he doesn't bleed anymore. He felt that he could move, but his hands and feet were bound by ropes, and each struggle made his flesh more painful. The Hetian warm blood jade pendant was still on his chest, faintly emitting heat. But after he lost the Nine Colors, the Tang Knife, and the Crossbow, this was the only thing that was still valuable outside his body.

The tin compartment opened, and he saw the face of a resolute man. A Japanese man in his thirties with a thick black beard on his lips, no military hat on his head, and a steel needle-like hair.

He recognized this face - the Imperial Japanese Army's Major Lieutenant: Saburo Kota.

The other party actually gave him a smile, which did not conform to the serious Japanese soldier's painting style: "Three days ago, when I saw you, you were about to die. The best Japanese military doctor operated on you and removed the bullet that had been shot into your right chest, and another centimeter off would have killed you. You're lucky, aren't you? But to tell you the bad news, our military doctor found that you have cancer cells in your lungs. ”

Qin Beiyang was powerless to say more, and he didn't want to face this face. A few days ago, after the aftermath of the Great Kanto Earthquake, the Shura Field of the Tokyo Massacre to be exact, he saved the lives of hundreds of Chinese workers from the butcher's knife of Saburo Qintian.

"Why are you still alive?"

"That's a good question, but I don't know ......"

Several soldiers carried Qin Beiyang down and crossed the airstrip in the moonlight, facing a huge biplane transport plane.

The propellers were spinning, and the wind was blowing in the hair. It was as if he had been stuffed into a coffin again, into the gasoline-smelling cabin. He closed his eyes and felt the plane taxiing, and after shaking violently, he broke away from the earth.

When Qin Beiyang woke up, a black cloth blindfolded his eyes. He could feel the scorching heat of the sun. And the wind. The wind on the high mountain, howling wantonly, reminded him of the distant Qinling Mountains, and it was even wetter. The terrain was higher and higher, and he could hear the cries of vultures circling and the rolling of stones falling from the cliffs under his feet. The people around him were gasping, obviously fearful. There was a scream ahead, and someone stumbled and fell into the abyss.

Finally, Qin Beiyang was pushed into a tunnel.

He smelled the smell of the ancient tomb, mixed with the air of antiquities, coffins, and the remains of the tomb owner, like the fragrance of roses blooming at six o'clock in the morning, constantly entering his nostrils.

Qin Beiyang fell to his knees on the ground, filling his lungs with this breath, like a fire brigade extinguishing a fire with a faucet. He can clearly perceive the decline and death of cancer cells. The tomb seemed to be filled with regenerative cells, mending the lobes of his terminally ill lungs.

When the long trek stopped, Qin Beiyang heard the sound of the iron gate closing. He had the strength to take off the black cloth that covered his face. Breathe deeply. There is an oil lamp on the wall that illuminates a narrow underground palace. On the wall are painted with Suzaku Xuanwu and Three-legged Black, as well as 28 constellations. He saw the coffin, which had long since been shattered, and there were only broken bones inside. There weren't many antiquities left, and all the tomb robbers ransacked them. Qin Beiyang saw some sporadic Chinese characters, recording the heavenly stems and auspicious characters, but there was no such thing as an epitaph. It is difficult to judge the chronological background, maybe it is the Northern and Southern Dynasties? Maybe it's the Sui and Tang dynasties?

This is not Japan.

The long hair was left to the shoulders again, greasy and knotted because it had not been washed for many days. Stroking his chin, his bushy and stiff beard reminded him of his dead father's beard......

Qin Beiyang slept in a drowsy night, not knowing day or night? The body is too comfortable, and the lungs are filled with the breath of ancient tombs.

The grave sets people free. He slammed the iron door hard, frantically calling for the nine colors, calling for the light. The lights are on. A grille opened under the iron gate, bringing food. It's actually sushi, a small cup of tea, and even a dish of sake. He ate it like a whirlwind. He scolded in Beijing, Shanghainese, Shandong, Japanese, German, and even Russian, cursing Qin Tian Saburo and the "Sichuan Taoist".

The iron door opened a crack, and in the white light, he saw a face.

Scar.

The scar on the right side of his face is more mature and darker than it was on a late spring night fifteen years ago......

Qin Beiyang's heart jumped wildly, and he subconsciously touched his back, but unfortunately, there was neither a Tang knife nor a crossbow. Lung cancer made him weak, and he didn't even have the strength to pinch the other person's neck.

Ah Hai stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Beiyang's neck.

"Hello, little brother Beiyang, don't come to harm? I'm glad to see you again. ”

Qin Beiyang brewed a mouthful of thick phlegm in his throat and spit it on Ah Hai's face, hoping that it contained some cancer cells.

"You're very unfriendly." Ah Hai took a step back and wiped the thick phlegm from his face with a handkerchief, "But it's okay, I know why you want to die, because only the ancient tomb can keep you alive." ”

"Why don't you kill me?"

"As I said, I never wanted to kill you." Ah Hai's voice was like dry ice rising from the ground, "Oh...... Don't forget, the whole world is hunting you, and you think I imprisoned you? No, I protected you. ”

"Artisan Alliance?"

"Well, if I let you out, you could be torn to pieces by them at any moment." Ah Hai giggled again, "You're really capable! actually assassinated the Great Venerable of the Craftsman Alliance, or in their World Congress. Back then, I was chased by you in New York, and I accidentally broke into the North American Temple of the Craftsmen League in Harlem, Manhattan, and was hit by an arrow from the crossbow, and I almost confessed there. Or are you amazing! He did the first heroic feat in more than 600 years, and became a model for assassins in the world, and Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin in the twentieth century. ”

Qin Beiyang's hands grabbed the railing and roared: "I didn't kill him!" The Great Venerable was originally seriously ill, and with the Great Kanto Earthquake, I also escaped death! Gatekeeper Schmidt can testify for me! ”

"Little Brother Beiyang, you are still too young, you must know that people only believe in the stories they want to believe - the leader of the Assassin Alliance, the master of the Taibai Mountain Assassin Order, the heir of Assasin, broke into the Far East Great Temple of the Craftsman Alliance alone, and took advantage of the chaos of the Kanto earthquake to assassinate the Great Venerable - what a thrilling story, shocking the world, crying ghosts and gods, comparable to a comet hitting the moon, a white rainbow through the sun, and a cangying eagle striking the temple!"

"This is a matter for me and the Craftsman Alliance, you either hand me over to them or kill me, and you don't have to go to great lengths to imprison me!"

"Still don't understand? Your life is not your own. ”

"Don't talk about me anymore, talk about you, Ah Hai!" Through the endless darkness, Qin Beiyang seemed to see the eyes like a sea wolf, "I saw his face!" ”

"Who?"

"Sichuan Daoren!"