Prologue

At the top of the tower, a thin man stood quietly, with a tank top and shorts, flip-flops, a red and blue woven bag hanging over his shoulder, and a cigarette that was about to be extinguished between his fingers.

The man stared at the night scene of the city with brilliant lights, spit out the cigarette he inhaled for a long time, his plain and calm face, revealing a trace of melancholy, flicking between his fingers, the cigarette butt in his hand drew a lonely arc, flickering and flying into the night sky, quickly extinguished in the cold wind in the sky.

The man lifted the woven bag on his shoulder in his hand, raised his right foot in flip-flops at will, and took a step at the top of the 100-meter-high iron tower, stepping towards the night sky where the cold wind was howling.

The irregular rhythm of the slippers calmly walked on the ground, and the man took out an empty plastic bottle and casually moved it to the side.

Let's go! There was a soft sound, and a black dot in the darkness fell into the mouth of the small bottle, and it was the cigarette butt that the man had bounced on the top of the tower before.

Throwing the empty bottle containing the cigarette butt into the trash can on the side of the road, the lonely figure disappeared into the darkness.

……

At the same time, a secret room in the city.

The dim light shone on the expensive marble round table, and a middle-aged man in an expensive suit frowned, his fingertips tapping rhythmically on the table.

"What is he doing here?" The middle-aged man muttered to himself in the empty secret room, raised his hand to pick up a bottle of vodka on the table, and slowly poured himself half a cup, the hand holding the glass rotated slightly, the brown vodka shook evenly in the cup, the extension of the glass gradually rose a layer of white mist, and the wine during the period exuded a trace of coldness, the man drank the vodka in his hand in one gulp, and set his eyes on an empty chair in front of the round table.

"It shouldn't have come at us, otherwise with his temper, he would have come out in the morning." Without warning, a voice came from the empty chair, feminine, seductive, languid like a moan. Looking at the chair again, it was still empty.

"If it's just passing, it's been two days, is there anything he cares about here?" The middle-aged man was accustomed to the strangeness that appeared in front of him, and spoke again in confusion.

"What he's going to do, where we can guess." The feminine voice seemed a little weak.

"In any case, tell everyone to stop what they are doing, hide in place, never try to get close to him, let alone investigate anything, none of our actions can escape his perception." The middle-aged man poured himself another glass, just like just now, the room-temperature vodka stayed in his hand slightly, and a trace of cold air condensed in the cup.

"The plan ......"

"The plan can't be stopped, it's a change of fate, once it starts, stopping halfway through it is equivalent to losing all the work, from now on, you will keep an eye on the test subject. We've been working on this plan for 30 years, and there's no room for error. ”

"But he's here, the way of heaven ......," the woman hesitated.

"Heaven doesn't care about him, and he can't control it. And our previous preparation is enough to conceal the Heavenly Dao, you concentrate on the test subject, and try not to make mistakes. ”

"Well, let's hope nothing happens." The sound of heels hitting the ground faded away, and there was no other sound from the empty seats.

……

At the same time, in a small coastal town far away, a man in a Taoist robe sat cross-legged in a dilapidated rental house, the man was handsome, the body was strong, the head was fresh and handsome, and the resolute cheeks were elegant.

There were three objects on the ground in front of the man, the tip of a broken knife, a broken cyan gourd, and a broken mask tied with a yellow ribbon.

The man slowly raised his hand, his palm squirmed, and a delicate and small sword slowly drilled out of the man's palm, the brilliance was restrained, crystal clear, like the hilt of the jade polished sword rubbing Taiji, like the jade carved sword body runes densely.

"It's coming, that day is coming, I don't want him to lie to me, but if what he said is true, what is everything we used to do?" The man stared at the long sword suspended in his palm, was silent for a long time, and finally, his eyes stayed on a few remnants of old things on the ground in front of him, and his complex emotions were indescribable.