To say that the Zhongzhou Southern Dynasty Qiguo is more than 4,000 miles to the southwest, it is the Xinzhu Kingdom. You can choose to take a boat to cross the storm sea to Zipan Port, although the sea route takes a short time but the waves are high and the wind is strong, or you can choose to take a more secure land route than the sea route, crossing the Yiworm Mountains into the Qianhe Plain, but this way down will take twice as long as the sea route.

The capital of the Xinzhu Kingdom, Dhaka Kakta, is located on the east bank of the Grihu River (a tributary of the Gan River) in the Watar River delta in the heart of the Watar Plain.

The city of Dhaka was twisted in the afternoon heat of the vast plain that towered over the vast plains between the two rivers.

In the evening, a torrential rain came unexpectedly.

Zhanhong limped through the dirty and chaotic alleys of the city in the rain, and the wounds on his body ached with every step.

Not long ago, Zhanhong killed the regent of Xinzhu at a banquet at the National Hotel in Dhaka as instructed, and the person who was supposed to receive his evacuation did not show up at the agreed evacuation point for unknown reasons, so that now Zhanhong is wounded and wanted by the whole city.

The red and yellow lanterns at the entrance of the alley were swaying left and right by the wind and rain, and the light and shadow reflected Zhanhong, who was leaning against the stairs and panting. I saw Zhanhong's chest rise and fall, his body trembled uncontrollably, there was rain mixed with blood around him, and a pair of eyes looked around vigilantly and didn't dare to relax in the slightest. It took him some effort to steady his breath, gritted his teeth and plunged into the rain again, walking briskly out of the alley into the street. Zhanhong only felt that everyone around him was smiling maliciously at him, and he really couldn't tell if any of these passers-by who passed him wanted to take his life. In this distant country thousands of miles away, in this strange city under the torrential rain, all this made his heart extremely frightened, and he had never been afraid before.

It's too far, he's too far from Zhongzhou.

Zhanhong came to the side of the street, looked left and right and beckoned to stop a two-wheeled carriage, the lanterns in front and behind the carriage flickered and dimmed, the driver didn't care at all, and shouted and slowly stopped the carriage in front of Zhanhong. Said that Zhanhong opened the door of the car and got into the carriage, and said to the driver in Xinzhu dialect through the small window in front of him: "Go to the National Library." After hearing this, the driver glanced back at Zhan Hong and said, "Sir, what you said in Xinzhu is not bad." Zhanhong smiled and showed goodwill, but he didn't talk anymore, he was tired and cold and in pain, he really didn't want to say more.

The driver of the car waved his whip and shouted to urge the horse forward, and the rain crackled on the carport. The car staggered forward, and after some distance it stopped. That Zhanhong lay down on the window and looked out, there were ox and horse carts blocking the intersection on the road ahead, and the ox coachmen and cart men were pushing and shouting, and the intersection in the rainstorm was very chaotic for a while. The coachman was just about to urge the horse to turn around, but a four-wheeled carriage caught up behind him, and the already small street was completely blocked. Passers-by who cross the street do not care whether you are in a carriage or an ox cart, those with umbrellas, those with raincoats and raincoats, and those with banana leaves on their heads. Zhanhong took a deep breath when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but be anxious in his heart.

I can't be trapped here! Zhanhong made up his mind, opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and ran away with a limp through the crowd of cars and horses.

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The territory of Xinzhu is only two-thirds the size of Zhongzhou, but its population is not much different from that of the two countries combined, and the capital city of Dhaka is even more overcrowded.

Looking at it, the street under his feet was muddy, and the dung and swill flowed sideways, but this Zhanhong didn't care about these at all, and he just wanted to hurry to the Xinzhu National Library with his head stuffy.

Passing through several blocks, the National Library on the high platform was brightly lit, and kneeling beggars at the bottom of the steps prayed with their hands crossed over their chests, letting the icy rain pour down on their bodies. In the corridor sheltered from the rain on the high platform, gorgeously dressed men and women laughed and talked, talking mostly about the love operas of Naroba and the Great Qin Kingdom, as well as the poetry and songs of Zhongzhou.

Zhan Hong had nothing else to do, passed through several singers playing the sital harp, and ran straight into the library.

The candles in the glass lamp in the library are bright, and the marble floor reflects the light, and the quiet reader is in stark contrast to the trotting Zhanhong.

Zhan Hong hurriedly ran to the counter on duty in the library, and the bald and white-bearded old man behind the counter raised his eyes from behind the glasses to look at him and pouted and asked, "Only accept nationals." Zhan Hong took out the only remaining gold coin from his bosom and quickly put it on the register in front of the old man. The old man's eyebrows moved, and the two fingers of his right hand deftly grabbed the gold coin and put it in his pocket, and then looked up and put on a smiling face and asked, "What book are you looking for?"

"Strange Tales of the Crater by Nycolas Acali, written by Nicholas Acalie, in the Far North Slopaki, is about the serpent people in the Ribbenoche crater. Zhan Hong said in a row, the white-bearded old man nodded, searched by letters, checked the content repeatedly, and said: "There are really not many people who come to find this book." After he finished speaking, his hand stopped on a page of the register, and he pointed and said, "Three floors are two hundred and forty-six." ”

"Thank you. Zhanhong thanked him, and the person had already run to the staircase leading to the third floor.

After a while, Zhanhong found the book "Strange Tales of the Crater" in front of the tall bookshelf, looked left and right, and no one opened it, and when he looked up, he saw that the book was hollow, and there was a wooden box in the middle of the groove. Zhanhong opened the wooden box, and inside were gold coins stacked side by side, about thirty of them were swept away, and there was a strangely shaped fist spur under the gold coin. Seeing that Zhanhong did not hesitate, he put all the bonus coins into his arms, held them in his hands with fists, and then closed the book and put it back on the shelf.

As soon as Zhanhong breathed a sigh of relief, he heard someone on the other side of the bookshelf say in Zhongzhou dialect: "The reason why people are human beings is different from beasts is because people use books to inherit knowledge, use knowledge to change fate, and use good deeds to fight evil...... As he spoke, a man appeared in front of Zhanhong who was more in love with him, although this man was short, but his limbs were extremely strong, his arms were as thick as Zhanhong's thighs, his face was full of meat, and his eyes were almost a slit, and he was wearing a Xinzhu warrior robe.

"Zhongzhou people, you can't escape!" After speaking, the short man showed a hidden blade in each hand, and his body shot towards Zhanhong almost like a crossbow arrow under his feet. Then look at Zhanhong to dodge sideways, the fist spur in his hand is clenched, the fist shaped like a snake letter stabs forward, and the right hook punch hits the armpit of the short man. The short man had already prepared, his body dodged backwards, and his two-handed hidden blades crossed from side to side like scissors, cutting straight into Zhanhong's right hand that was clenched into a fist. Seeing this, Zhanhong hurriedly retracted his fists, slid his right step sideways, and quickly locked the short man's left arm forward with his hands, and as soon as his body turned around, he leaned forward hard, and the short man's left arm was dismantled and folded on Zhanhong's shoulder. The short man in the warrior monk's uniform screamed in pain, and stabbed Zhanhong with his right hidden blade, forcing Zhanhong to let go of his hand to dodge, and then raised a foot and kicked Zhanhong under the crotch, and actually used the yin trick of cutting off the descendants. Zhanhong crossed his hands to block, don't look at the warrior monk suit The man is small, but the strength is enough, this kick of Zhanhong's body flew backwards and hit the wall hard.

The warrior monk suit man didn't give Zhanhong the slightest respite, his left arm swayed like a noodle, and his right hand sword stabbed straight at Zhanhong's heart.

Let's say that this kick was blocked by Zhanhong, but he also kicked him with eight vegetarians and seven meats, and before he could slow down, there was a flash of cold light in front of him, and the Hidden Blade was close to him. Zhanhong rolled to the side, and the Hidden Blade of the opposite person pierced straight into the wall, but the short man was also fierce, and did not pull out the Hidden Blade, and swept sideways towards Zhanhong like this, and a long hole was cut in the wall in an instant, and sawdust and clods flew sideways. Zhanhong had to continue to dodge to the side, and the whole person sat down on the ground with a stumble, and the blade of the Hidden Blade slashed against the top of his Zhanhong's head. Zhanhong saw the opportunity to kick out with both feet on the spot, and was kicking the short man in the warrior monk's uniform, the two feet together were really real, the man in front of him took a few steps back, and also gave Zhanhong time to get up, a carp bounced up from the ground, the body was short and sprinted forward, and the right fist stabbed directly into the lower abdomen of the person in front of him.

Five punches in succession, fists to the flesh, the sharp blade of the fist in Zhanhong's hand poked five holes in the chest of the man in this warrior monk's suit, and each time he pulled out the curved shape from the flesh, a strip of meat would be brought down.

Zhanhong's right hand trembled, and he stood up straight when he saw the man in front of him collapse to the ground, raised his leg and stepped over the corpse of the man on the ground, gasping for breath, and suddenly his right shoulder hurt, and he reached out to touch it, and felt the blood on his sticky hand, which was already injured and bleeding again after such a toss. Zhanhong looked at the blood on his hands and gasped a little louder, and the anxiety and fear that he had never felt before surged into his heart again.

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The pitch-black canopy seemed to have been cut open by a blade, and the pouring rain was the blood gushing out.

Zhan Hong covered the wound on his right shoulder with his left hand and rushed into the torrential rain, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around him, he had only one thought in his heart - to get out of here. But how do you get out?" he said sideways, dodging the oncoming carriage, almost knocking down the passers-by, and before he could say sorry, he ran forward again.

"Stop!" someone shouted, and seven or eight soldiers wearing guard cloth armor and holding spears became suspicious when they saw the embarrassed Zhanhong, and the leading captain led his men to chase after him after a little thought: "Catch him!" The shout fell, and the streets were instantly chaotic.

Zhanhong glanced back, knowing that something was wrong, fortunately, there were many people on this street, and I saw that his steps were getting faster and faster, dodging left and right and shuttling between the crowd and the carriage and horses, and disappeared into the crowd after a while.

"What about people?" the captain of the guard held the steel knife in his right hand, raised his left hand to wipe the rain on his face, and scolded, "Wild monkey!" Just beside the garbage heap on the side of the street, Zhanhong knelt with his head bowed with the tattered pieces of linen draped over his body, and he peeked to see the guards walking away before slowly getting up. This time, he no longer ran wildly, but slowly crowded into the crowd wearing dirty, smelly sackcloth full of holes, and from time to time he stretched out his hand to beg for money from passers-by.

After walking so cautiously and for a long time, Zhanhong finally saw a medical center with lights on at the entrance of the street and alley.