Everyone laughed for a while, then dispersed, and went back to their rooms to rest. The bumps in the road of the pen and the fun www.biquge.info, not only the muscles and bones are tired, but also the road is bleak and lonely, many places are full of sorrow, or murderous, it is not always a pleasant scenery, watching the great rivers and mountains of the motherland being trampled by foreign Yidi so trampled, looking at the people of the south under the rule of the Biren are all slaves, I am afraid that any person with lofty ideals can not be happy. Under the depression, the feeling of fatigue on the journey doubled, so just after a few words with Lu Qingyun, the people of the Zhennan Gang felt a little sleepy and went to rest.

Silver Dust only felt bored and panicked along the way. As a magician, I was accustomed to the travel method of teleportation + seeing the scenery on the roadside, and suddenly switched to a small carriage and was stuck for half a month, and naturally I was not adaptable. In the past, he could only arrive in three days, but now in order to take care of other people's feelings, he sacrificed more than ten days for no reason, and even the Lantern Festival was hastily passed on the road, and he couldn't help but feel even more sullen. He was originally an idle person, and after becoming a legend, he was far more energetic than others, so he didn't feel tired, but so bored that he had to go out to breathe. However, now that the "uprising" is imminent, according to common sense, these righteous people are not allowed to go out casually. One is afraid that the heroes will not be accustomed to the actions of the northern army, so that the small righteousness will make trouble and ruin the big thing, and the other is also afraid that if they get mixed into some internal ghosts, they will contact the northerners in the name of going out and pass on information. That's not good.

But Yinchen didn't bother to think about this, and no one could stop him if he wanted to go out. In order not to attract the attention of the northerners, he was afraid that he would be followed and expose the uprising, so he put a lot of effort into it. He took out a suit of clothing, from underwear, trousers, tunics to boots, and the black of the cloak, not ordinary black, but a black that seemed to absorb the light around him at any time. This dress is called the assassin's suit, it is a special silk thread that he refined with dark alchemy, and the high-level master of the southern country is invited to weave and dye it, the silk thread of this dress itself is very easy to absorb light, and exudes a kind of invisible and qualitative magic that people ignore, although it is not completely invisible, but it has a more tangible concealment effect than complete invisibility, completely blocking his breathing, heartbeat and all the smells on his body. The underside of that pair of boots has been refined by Silver Dust's "Remnant Soul", which completely walks silently and without traces, and even if the soles are soaked in blood, they will not leave any footprints. And this dress is of excellent quality, not afraid of ordinary winds, not afraid of swords, water and fire, acid and alkali venom, can be regarded as a rare treasure armor, although it is only the degree of treasures, but on special occasions I am afraid that it is better than the mysterious weapons.

Silver Dust changed into this outfit and pulled up his hood, so that the whole person was not exposed to the black cloak at all, although it was not invisible, but it was impossible to distinguish the appearance. Silver Dust stood there and thought about it before finally pulling a skull necklace out of his collar, leaving the white skull exposed outside the black cloak, the only different color on the entire black Assassin suit. This skull necklace is made from the skull of an elder of the evil Dao Zheng Huanggang, although it is only a skull the size of a fist, but it is smelted from the size of an adult skull to such a small one by silver dust with many minerals, and this necklace is also a treasure, called "Forgotten Bone" As long as he recites a specific spell, then this skull can shoot dark magic around, so that everyone within ten meters of the surrounding area can forget about the person of Silver Dust at the same time, this thing is something he came up with in a flash of inspiration after being banned by the Heavenly Rules.

Heaven has sealed his reputation, which is not a simple bad thing.

After Yinchen made so many preparations, another teleportation disappeared, he didn't want to walk out from the main entrance, because there were people from the Shenhai Sect in ambush there, and anyone who was going out without permission would definitely be interrogated or even stopped by them, he didn't want to cause trouble, but he was really bored.

A black figure appeared on the street, and Silver Dust hurriedly cast a spell to make the people around him forget the scene where he suddenly walked out of a void portal, but he failed, because there was no one around him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked around, not knowing which street he was on, he looked at the dark red street for a while, and then walked forward nonchalantly, he didn't care if he would get lost, before leaving he left a light prismatic charm on the bed, ready to teleport back.

He walked down the empty streets, up and down redstone steps. The cool mountain breeze brings fresh, humid air, which is very pleasant. He walked through the dark red alleys, full of closed doors and windows and notices of closure. Only one street of shops has all opened, and that is the famous snack street of Xueyang.

Fried dough, fried rice, braised mutton, and a variety of snacks exude an enticing aroma that barely attracts diners. Most of the snack bars are empty, only the listless Xiao Er and the shopkeeper with a sad face. Silver Dust walked down the long hairpin-like street, just looking around but not lingering—he wasn't hungry yet.

He walked away without a touch of dust in the eager eyes of the shopkeepers, and he was still laughing at the fact that these bosses had opened their doors before the meal was served, and how could he attract any diners? But when he walked through the other long and winding streets and alleys, his own face was not much better than that of the shopkeepers.

On every street, there are only two or three that can be opened, either selling fishing rods, or selling steamed bread and flour, or selling rice, furniture, or even coffins, and almost all the ship numbers, silver numbers, and even most of the inns and inns are closed, and some even the flags that swagger in the wind have been withdrawn. He walked through the small half of the city, up and down the steps, but there were few pedestrians in sight. Except for the occasional patrolling soldier passing by, the streets were empty and deadly silent.

The cold mountain breeze was regarded as fresh air by the silver dust at first, and he took a few breaths, and at this time it was also regarded as a desolate lament. In such a city, it seems that there are people in every household, and the barking of fierce dogs can be heard in almost every courtyard, but there is no one on the street. A whole city, a city that should have been full of people, was as empty and lonely as a ghost town on a good morning.

This reminds Silver Dust of the "Great Depression of 1929 in the United States" described in the ancient Bad Sea City documents, no, not the Great Depression of 1929, but the terrible scene inside the "Jewish ghetto in the early stage of World War II" that is highlighted in the ancient Bad Sea City documents.

"Even the Great Purge of the Stalin period would not have made the streets look like this, and even the general collapse of the shock therapy period would not have made the whole city afraid to go out. Silver Dust stumbled down the stairs as crazy thoughts rolled through his head. Along the way, depression, ruin, panic, and the tyranny, discrimination, and oppression hidden behind the scenes, he saw terrible scenes that could never have been imagined in the lifetime of Gabriel's main star. He used to live a comfortable life in the highly developed magic world, even after experiencing the three years of the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion, the bloody rainy night of the Zhang family's annihilation, the red blood secret realm where zombies were rampant, and the turmoil of the Demon Pavilion, the Divine Sword Gate, and the Holy Water Sect's tripartite fighting methods, he still couldn't adapt himself to the scene where the creatures were devastated, and the flesh and blood were muddy. The rain of arrows slaughtered, the burning villages, the naked girls hanging upside down, the babies hanging from the trees as targets, and the rampaging and slashing slaves driven by the cavalry, all of this reminded Silver Dust of a word far more unspeakable than black magic.

Nazi.

Yes, maybe the Northland really needs a black swastika.

Yinchen didn't know how wise and martial the Northern Martial Emperor Harlan Xuanqi was in the eyes of the Northerners, and he wouldn't have thought of what kind of reputation that the handsome young man who was not much older than him would enjoy in the future generations. At this time, there was only a thrilling anger in his chest that was "the enemy of the world".

"The Northern Empire is sworn to die. He simply sat down on the steps, and kept recalling the words in his mind. He vaguely felt that the idea of "being the enemy of the world" was gradually turning into a detailed and executable plan.

The financial empire will destroy the north, and then it can destroy the south in turn, at least kill the Hou party, control the government, or simply hijack the emperor, and then carry out reforms and build factories...... It seems like a feasible and exciting life plan.

As Yinchen was thinking, he saw two people approaching, and their figures looked particularly lonely in the entire dark red depressed city, like wild birds trapped in a concrete forest with nowhere to go. They wore the chain mail characteristic of the northern kingdom and carried a longbow two meters away, which looked like two crooked flagpoles. The quiver on their backs was filled with arrows, and tufts of feathers protruded from their shoulders, shivering in the bleak wind. The chain mail on their bodies was new and shiny, and every small piece of metal was polished to a sparkling light, but it could only reflect the gray light of the sky. They looked neatly dressed and looked quite well-trained, but every step they took was very heavy, and the swing of their arms somehow showed a taste of loneliness. They walked from the ghost-like empty streets, like two ghosts floating out of tombs, obviously covered in armor, but seemingly weightless.

Their eyes scanned back and forth across the streets, and there was only a dull look in their eyes that was as depressed as the city. They came listlessly and got closer, only to suddenly notice the black-robed man sitting on the steps. The eyes of the two archers lit up suddenly, for a second, for a full second, and then quickly dimmed, turning into the original chaotic and depressed color.

"Lao Jiu, there is finally a person on this street...... "The two archers walked past Yinchen's side, and their conversation also fell into Yinchen's ears.

"What's the use of a person? This city used to be good and rich, but now it's ...... What a city......

"What if it doesn't work? The top wants to do this and that, we who work hard for five buckets of rice a year, don't we do some heart-warming work like our grandson?"

"Yes, what happened at Dadukou a few days ago said that it was the suppression of bandits, but ...... Look at the people crying...... Who didn't grow out of the soil like a sweet potato......

The two of them gradually drifted away, and the sound of conversation gradually became inaudible. Silver Dust sat on the steps, only to feel cold both physically and mentally.

"Nazi ......," he said, popping the words out between his teeth, and he felt his hands and feet tingle from the cold. For the mage, this low temperature in Blood Yang City would not have had any effect on him, but now he felt surprisingly cold, and he had never been so cold on the snow-capped Wangtian Peak.

He stood up, turned like a zombie, and struggled in the direction of return. He knew he didn't have to go out and take a breath anymore, the city was actually more like a suffocating cage than that small carriage.

Came out aimlessly and went back exhausted. This sneaking out of the distraction plan is really depressing. Silver Dust spit out heavy steps and slowly walked through the snack street he had been to before. Although he wanted to go back, he didn't want to go back right away, and his heart always seemed to reject what was in the Shenhai station.

Maybe he was in awe of the unpalatable food.

He once again walked into the hairpin-like whirling snack street, which was just approaching the meal, and under the gray light of noon, the snack street was "maximized" and lively, and on a long street, thirty-five people who had come to forage for food appeared.

A whole city, the only snack street, thirty-five people.

This is the "vitality" of the city to the fullest extent today, for example, how those thirty-five people walked in front of each store, carefully calculated, calculated, no matter how loud their footsteps, no matter how tempting the fragrance wafted from those stores, it could not hide the desolation of the whole city. Yinchen glanced at the thirty-five people who didn't know if they were really looking for something to live up to, lowered his head and quickly slipped past them, he didn't look at the storefront, he didn't pick himself, he didn't even choose, he left his lunch completely to his nose to judge, followed the smell of xiaolongbaozi that was the most satisfying to him along the way, and rushed into a shop that looked a little bigger, but was so clean that it was reassuring.

"Boss, ten cages of xiaolongbao!" Yinchen sat in the innermost and darkest corner, and his deep voice couldn't wait to sound. His voice was loud and confident, and between his fingers inadvertently revealed a glittering silver ingot, which was enough to pay for a hundred steamed buns. (To be continued.) )