On the eighth day of the ninth month of the year of Xinsi, King Yin issued an edict to chase away the people of the cloud desolation and kill them all. On the 10th, 100,000 troops sailed into the domain of the cloud waste, killing people when they saw them, insects and fish left, birds and beasts were frightened, houses were completely destroyed, corpses were all over the ground, blood flowed like rivers, and mourning was everywhere. It is the place where the earth is angry, the heavy rain is incessant for seven days, the blood and rain flow through, the grass and trees are dry, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and the fertile fields are sand. And on the tenth day, the 300,000 tribes of the cloud famine were wiped out, the soldiers wanted to retreat, and the mountains shook in an instant, the demon beasts came out, the entrance of the cloud famine cracked, and the cliffs of a hundred zhang suddenly appeared. 100,000 soldiers fell off the cliff and none survived. In an instant, the sea is full of white bones, insects, fish, birds and beasts are all destroyed, thousands of acres of fertile land are sand, and the adjacent people have fled. Since then, the cloud wilderness has become a ghost domain, and no one dares to enter.

The hasty skimming of the history books is already appalling, not to mention how tragic the truth is. King Yin's holy decree buried countless innocent souls for no reason, and the Yin Dynasty began to decline since that year, the emperor had no way, the people's hearts were scattered, the princes were divided, and the people were not able to make a living.

There is no wind or moon here, only endless darkness. His snort was filled with the stench of decomposing corpses, and he was so quiet that he could only hear his own rapid breathing and heartbeat. It was clear that he couldn't see anything, but he knew that there were countless corpses under his feet, and this forest white bone paved the entire valley floor, as long as he exerted a little force, there would be a crisp cracking sound under his feet, it was the sound of broken bones, every sound, it was thrilling.

Rao is a bold person, and I am afraid that he will not be able to calm down in the face of this terrifying scene. His scalp was numb, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and his whole body seemed to be gnawed by thousands of ants.

Even if he is a person who has experienced a hundred battles and is accustomed to seeing life and death, in the face of this white bones, cold sweat still soaked his clothes. It is said to be afraid, but in fact it is more pity and sorrow.

All living beings are like ants, in front of heaven and earth, they are only a speck of dust.

And so it is with him.

Who would have thought that the cloud wilderness, which was once called a fairyland, is now full of devastation and white bones.

The Spirit Valley was originally born in a small canyon at the entrance of the Cloud Wilderness, isolating the Cloud Wilderness from the outside world and being a line of defense for the Cloud Wilderness, but because of the disaster six years ago, it suddenly became a cliff a hundred feet high overnight. Six years ago, it was a stroke that the history books were afraid to mention, a holy decree of King Yin, within ten days, the mountains and rivers were washed in blood, and hundreds of thousands of innocent souls were sent in vain.

He didn't mean to fall here, he just wanted to take a look at the cloud wilderness, but he didn't know that he had stumbled and fell into this spiritual valley, but fortunately he was blocked by a branch of a tree, and he picked up a life, but because of the wreckage all over the place, he struggled to walk, until the sky was completely dark, and he didn't take a few steps.

Why do you want to come here? Even he couldn't tell, maybe it was because of the guilt of Yun Huang, or maybe there was a force in the dark that pulled him in. The cloud is barren to him, it is an indelible scar on his heart, a bone erosion, a piercing heart, and there is no way to escape.

He knew that he had to get out of here as soon as possible, not to say that there was not enough food in his baggage, but that he could not bear the misery and stench of the mountains, and most importantly, that the valley was too deep and oxygen was scarce. He didn't know how big the Spirit Valley was, and how steep the terrain was, so even in the daytime, he was afraid that it would be difficult to get out.

The sweat had already soaked through his clothes, sticky against his back, evaporating little by little, as if a pair of hands were holding him tightly from behind, tugging at his heart. It was the middle of summer, but he felt cold to the bone. Beads of sweat rolled down his jaw, tick-tock-tock-tock-reminder of the passage of time.

He's going to die here, he thought.

Perhaps, this should be his destination. Instead of feeling guilty and uneasy all your life, it is better to live this life like this. Thinking about it like this is a lot more relaxing.

At that time, there was a sudden sound in the valley, as if it was made by a bell, and the heartstrings that had just been relaxed suddenly tightened. He looked around, but he couldn't see anything.

Yes, he remembered that Yunhuang is a witch clan, and every Yunhuang woman is born with a string of bells, and once she is tied, she will never leave easily. Is there any living man in this valley?

No, it can't be, it's been six years, and even if someone survived, they would never have survived here for six years.

Probably he misheard, but the voice was still ringing. It was probably a bell hanging on a branch and being blown by the wind. But there's no wind here.

With a cold sweat on his back, he closed his eyes and opened them again. When he settled down, he found that the voice was actually moving, and it was getting farther and farther away, could it be that there was really a living creature in this valley?

This is a ghost realm, and it's not surprising what happened. Even if there are ghosts, it should be reasonable.

Suddenly, a bold thought came into his mind, and he thought, since this thing can move in the valley, it means that there is a way here, and following this voice, maybe he can find a way out.

Thinking like this, he lifted his weak feet, and moved his limbs that had long been numb a little, just such a slight movement, he heard a crisp sound under his feet, and then, his feet were empty, he stumbled a little, and his whole body leaned forward suddenly, he instinctively supported the ground with his hands, but a face was still almost on the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly found himself facing a pair of empty dark eyes.

Rao had seen countless such skeletons before, but such a close distance still startled him, hurriedly stood up, gasped a few heavily, and the strong rancid stench suddenly poured into his nose, he no longer cared about the respect for his ancestors, and vomited heavily.

The sound of the bell was getting farther and farther away, and he was afraid that it would be too late to chase it, so he closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and tried to ignore the wreckage of that place, moving his legs, which were already weak, and chased forward with difficulty step by step.

I don't know how long I walked, but the sound of the bell disappeared, but a light appeared in front of me, which turned out to be moonlight.

The valley is so deep that the moonlight can't shine in at all, but there is moonlight here.

When he looked closer, he found that it was a cave, and there were many dead vines hanging down, covering half of the hole, and there was a big tree in the hole, with a thick trunk and branches, which occupied a large part of the cave, but it was already dead, and there was not a single leaf, and it looked like it was some years old, and there was a big hole in the top, and the moonlight was shining down, and it was cut into countless small pieces by the branches.

After seeing such a terrible scene, he felt that the moonlight was so beautiful, and his once tense mood gradually relaxed.

He went into the cave, and there was no wreckage here, only this great tree. Perhaps because of the big hole, the air here was still fresh, and the rancid stench outside had weakened a lot, so he found a stone and sat down, wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeve, and while looking at the hole, he opened the kettle from his waist and drank water, trying his best to regulate his internal breath.

Suddenly felt a chill on his side, and when he turned his head, he found that there was a dark shadow next to the giant tree.

He had a chill on his back, and looked at the thing vigilantly, and his heart rose to his throat again, and he didn't dare to move, but he just stared at it, and the shadow seemed to be frightened by the sudden intruder, a moment, a moment, a moment...... No one dared to move.

After a long time, he hung the kettle back to his waist, took a dagger from his baggage, slowly stood up, and groped towards the shadow.

The shadow seemed to be frightened by the action, and stepped back. At the same time, he heard the sound of a bell.

Sure enough, it came from here. With every step he took, it took a step back. He had withdrawn from the shadow of the tree, and had retreated to the rock wall, and there was no way to retreat, and he saw that it was clearly a person, but his hair was unkempt, naked, dirty, emaciated, standing on all fours like a beast, and on his right wrist was a string of dirty bells, the string of which was tightly wrapped around her wrist, like an ugly scar, and it was almost impossible to distinguish its original appearance. It was covered in dirt, with no human features except for its form, except for a pair of bright eyes, looking at him vigilantly.

But no matter how you look at it, this figure is only a seven or eight-year-old child.

"Who are you?" He asked.

The child's fingers on the ground shrank in, but he didn't make a sound.

"Is there anyone else here?" He asked again.

Still no answer.

"You can't speak?" He approached her, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." ”

The child didn't seem to understand, just stared at him, making strange noises from his mouth.

He took out a pancake from his bosom and handed it over, asking, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?" Seeing that she did not answer, she put it on the ground, and she lowered her head and sniffed it with her nose, then tasted it carefully, and then grabbed it and devoured it, as if she had not eaten for a long time.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you." He smiled reassuringly, unscrewed the kettle and put it in front of her.

However, in an instant, the earth shook.

He staggered, holding on to the protruding stone, and when he looked up, there was a behemoth in front of him.

The monster was pitch black, more than eight feet tall, with a pair of horns on its head, and its body was covered with inky scales, it was so large that it took up most of the space in the cave, and it was standing less than three feet away from him at this moment, and its fiery eyes were like torches, and it made his heart furious.

Since its appearance, the huge figure has carried an innate ancient sadness and coercion, forcing people to dare not look at it directly.

He felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on his heart, and he involuntarily lowered his head, his legs and feet went limp, and he knelt down, unable to stand up again.