In 1913, there was a civil strife in the ancient Yue Kingdom, and the Emperor Wujiang of the Yue Kingdom led an army of 100,000 to attack the Lin clan, but he had no choice but to surrender to Beichen City.

Faced with the death of the princes one by one, Wang Wujiang was heartbroken and gave up control of the military power, which caused the national teacher to reveal his true face and use the corpse qi of the newly deceased person to improve his own cultivation.

Under the manipulation of the Tsing Yi people, the 100,000 Yue army was infected and turned into terrifying zombies, the zombies besieged the city, and the lives of the people in the Lin family were threatened.

Seeing the countless deaths and injuries of his relatives in Beichen City, Lin Fan was furious and started a desperate struggle with the people in Tsing Yi, and in the process of the two of them chasing each other, a mysterious man in red appeared out of thin air, waved his hand and killed the national teacher of the Yue Kingdom, and handed Lin Fan a golden token, whose name was the Yue Emperor Order.

After this zombie rebellion, the national strength of the country of Vietnam declined again, and the living standards of the people fell sharply.

.........。

After July.

At the border of the country, in a stretch of mountains, a team of horse-drawn carriages slowly moved forward, and it was estimated that this convoy had at least fifty horse-drawn carriages, and the goods carried on them were stacked high, some of which were grain, some were medicinal herbs, and some were equipped with some magic weapons for military guards.

"Hurry up, this is the Valley of the Wicked, there are often strongmen haunted, we have to hurry through here and transport the grain and grass back to Beichen, our family is waiting for us. A middle-aged man with a commanding appearance held a long whip and shouted loudly.

"Hmm. More than fifty horsemen answered in unison, but this nod showed their weakness even more.

Thousands of kilometers from the Great Qi journey, the horsemen had passed through several treacherous fortresses and were finally returning to their homeland, but they were exhausted, and only the light in their eyes could tell the excitement in their hearts.

At the end of the convoy was a very peculiar carriage, which was pulled only by a tall black horse, and there was no food or grass on it, only one person sat on it.

The man was dressed in a cloth robe, holding a wine jug, and his black hair color obscured the corners of his eyes, and the drunkenness of this person could be seen from one side alone.

With the bump of the carriage, the young man shook his body and swallowed the wine into his throat, and the smell of wine drifted in the canyon with the wind, but even if he was drunk, the young man still held an ink knife in his hand and held the knife tightly in his arms.

"Lord Lin Yu, we have arrived in the Valley of the Wicked, and we can return to Beichen in two days. One of the guards walked up to the black carriage and said respectfully.

"yes, I see. The black-haired boy answered drunkenly.

Valley of the Wicked, such a familiar name. The black-haired boy's eyes were misty, his thoughts drifting, and he fell into the memories.

It was a cold winter night, and it would not snow in the ancient Yue Kingdom in this winter, but the winter wind was particularly bitter.

The west wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground and the sand and gravel on the ground.

On the wicked man's ridge, one big and one small, two figures, big hands and small hands, walking side by side, sand and gravel blowing on the face, the elder is a middle-aged man, his face is hard, his muscles are strong, but his body is covered with blood, and the original intact cloth is even more wisps, broken in many places.

On his left hand was a seven-year-old boy, whose face was still childish, but his eyes were as resolute as his father's.

"Father, here they are again. ”

"Well, are you afraid?"

"As long as my father is here, I am not afraid. The child smiled slightly, and won a caress from his father.

Feeling the warmth of the father's palm on the top of his head, the child's heart is warm. I still remember that since I was three years old, I have been running for my father's life with him, and since that year, I remember that my father's palms were stained with blood and his body was covered with scars, but there was only one thing, no matter what the injuries on his father's body, he was always able to use his body to protect his son from the slightest injury.

This time, the father's behavior was the same.

I saw that he took Lin Yu into his arms with his left hand, and held an ink-colored long knife in his right hand. The long knife is cold and the color of thick ink gives people a deep feeling.

Under the wicked man's ridge, the horse's hooves are sounding.

It didn't take long to see hundreds of people coming to the bottom of the ridge. and Lin Changjue's father and son formed a cornering trend, but the more than 100 people on the high-headed horse have been wandering and dare not step forward, and their eyes are also full of awe when they look at Lin Changjue.

"Yu'er, don't look into their eyes, that's the eyes of the weak. ”

"Well, Yu'er knows that Yu'er's father is the best, and no one can beat you. ”

"......" Lin Changjue smiled slightly and didn't say much.

"Friends, since you want to take Lin's life, then come. Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high, so it's a good time to do it. ”

Lin Changjue said with a smile, the smile on his face revealed a strange feeling.

However, when everyone saw Lin Changjue's smile, they did not feel the slightest ease. Legend has it that this murderous demon will not laugh, but if he does, not only will nothing good, but it will be the beginning of a killing, and there is a rumor that this demon will only smile at his son, since he has a son, it seems that he has stopped killing.

Anyway, there are many rumors about this tall cloth man.

There are many rumors, no matter how terrifying Lin Changjue is, he can't stop the pace of these more than 100 people, because they have been ordered to die if they don't kill Lin Changjue.

These 100 people are also dead soldiers, unqualified dead soldiers who are afraid.

"Drink!"

Among the hundred, one person held a long whip, whipped the horse's buttocks, and then galloped towards Lin Changjue.

“......。 ”

Lin Changjue hugged Lin Yu, holding a long knife in his hand, and didn't say much.

If you kill someone, why do you need to talk too much, if you talk too much, it will become a reversal of your own death.

"Boom!"

The ink shadow flashed, the swords collided, and Lin Changjue's figure broke through a gap in the hundred-man cavalry formation, disrupting the enemy's formation, and constantly harvesting the enemy's life with a long knife flashing with demonic ink.

Watching the blood flowers spill in front of his eyes, under the action of the wind, like a small red knife, this small knife was cut on his face, making Lin Yu have an urge to dodge, but he was lying in his father's arms, witnessing this killing, blood flowers flying, like fragrant plums blooming in winter, blood flowers have enemies, and fathers...

Lin Yu watched his father kill one enemy after another in front of him, and also saw that his father's body was left with wounds brought by the enemy, Lin Fan wanted to speak, wanted to cry, but he couldn't, because he knew that even if he was just a small action, it would affect his father's will and bring him unnecessary trouble.

When the sound of the sword collision gradually became muffled, and the last collision sounded, there were only two people left who were still standing upright on the wicked man's ridge, one was the weak Lin Changjue, and the other was his son Lin Yu.

Lin Changjue stumbled under his feet, his physical strength was exhausted, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Father. ”

Lin Yu immediately held Lin Changjue and prevented him from falling.

"Hmm. ”

Lin Changjue smiled slightly, it seems that he has escaped another catastrophe today, but he doesn't know how long this catastrophe will last.

Lin Yu bandaged his father's wound with his little hand, his movements were skillful, and he treated his father's wound, this kind of thing became familiar after doing more, and again, his father's wound was deep and bone-invisible, and it was difficult to take care of himself, so Xiao Lin Yu bandaged it for him.

"Father, why are so many people chasing after us? Xiao Lin Yu tilted his head sideways and asked puzzled.

Lin Changjue looked at the ink knife in his hand, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, chasing and killing, is this fate, hatred, or interests?

There is too much blood on this knife, this knife has owed too many lives, this knife is a cursed magic knife, but if it is in hand for a day, it will not abandon it, this is the fate of the monk.

Lin Changjue thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a suitable answer, so he could only rub his son's forehead with his bearded side face to convey the meaning of family affection.

For a long time, looking at his son's puzzled eyes, Lin Changjue still spoke.

"Because of this knife. ”

"Oh. ”

Lin Yu looked at the long knife in his father's hand, this knife was inky black, black and translucent, he also liked this knife very much, but if he made a choice between the ink knife and his father, he would still choose his father without hesitation, but he also knew that his father's life had long been implicated in the ink knife and could not be separated.

"Father, I heard that my grandfather died. ”

"No nonsense. ”

This time, anger flashed in Lin Changjue's eyes, and a rare anger appeared on his face.

“......”

Father's angry expression was very scary, and Lin Yu could only shrink his neck and stop talking.

In fact, Lin Changjue knew that Lin Yu's words were correct, father, what a great term, seven years, he had left the Lin family for seven years, and in the past seven years, the old father was always making up for the wrong things he had done, but in the end he was forced to die by others.

A teardrop swirled in Lin Changjue's eyes, but he wouldn't let the teardrop flow, because he was a tough guy and a man who stood up to the sky.

"Boom, I smell the ink knife, is it the owner of the ink knife who has returned?"

"Truly, it seems that my luck is really good, I can encounter such a treasure when I go out of the customs casually, and I can meet such a treasure..."

There were a few shining stars hanging in the inky sky, and under the starlight, a strange voice could be heard in the distance.

Closer, a black shadow appeared in front of Lin Fan's eyes, and before he could see the other party's face clearly, a knife light appeared, forcing the other party to take ten steps back, revealing his figure, this is a middle-aged old man, with a bloated figure, a fat face, the corners of his mouth are slightly greasy, and a pair of small eyes on his forehead are almost completely covered by fat.

"Hey, I didn't expect the owner of the ink knife to be so domineering, and he was seriously injured but already had such strength, so I admire it. ”

The fat old man stood firm, clasped his fists, and said with trembling flesh.

"Hmph. ”

"The owner of the ink knife has been seriously injured, and it is no longer enough to protect this ink knife, so it is better to hand over the ink knife to the old man as a personal favor, okay?" the old man still said with a smile.

"Don't think about it. ”

"Hehe, yes, in this case, the old man is much stronger, the Wu State Demon Sword Sect has sent out 100,000 spirit jade to buy your magic knife, and I, as the Elder of the Demon Sword Gate, naturally have to do things for the sect, the master of the ink knife, forgive the old man for being rude." ”

After the words fell, the old fat man rolled his round body and attacked Lin Changjue, and this time, Lin Changjue rarely let go of Lin Yu and greeted him alone.

The two collided with each other, creating fierce sparks. The old man was holding a gold ring in his hand, and the battle with Lin Changjue was unexpectedly inferior, this must be a protracted battle, but Lin Changjue was already injured, and the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for Lin Changjue.

After three hundred rounds of the battle, Lin Changjue's strength was finally running out, and more and more blood was lost from the wound, and his eyes were hazy, and he couldn't see it really, only the fat man's gloomy laughter still lingered in his ears.

"Excuse me, give up the master of the magic knife, as long as you give me the ink knife and let me take your head, I will grant you a wish. ”

“......”

"By the way, look at that child's qualifications, he should be your son, after you die, I will accept him as my apprentice and plant a spiritual ban in his sea of knowledge, so that he will obey my orders, and the future achievement of a new generation of magic knives is just around the corner, hahaha. ”

Hearing this, Lin Changjue's heart was shocked, he had killed countless people in his life, and he had long looked down on the hot and cold world, but there was still a reverse scale in his heart, and over there was his son Lin Yu.

The dragon has reverse scales, and those who touch it will die! The phoenix has a weak neck, and the offender will die.

The old fat man completely touched Lin Changjue's scales, and he would protect Lin Yu with his life.

The next moment, the magic knife was waved, and the magic knife sacrifice appeared out of thin air. I saw a pitch-black sphere in the night sky enveloping Lin Changjue and his enemies, and after about three breaths, the ball as bright as the black sun gradually dimmed, Lin Changjue withered from the sky, and the old fat man had already been strangled by the magic knife, and there were no bones.

"Father!"

Lin Yu ran to Lin Changjue's side from afar, knelt on his knees, and looked at Lin Changjue in the middle and upper ranks, his heart ached.

"Kid ......"

"Father... Woo..."

"Don't cry, you're... The men of the Lin family can only shed blood, not tears. Lin Changjue whispered with trembling lips, he raised his finger and wanted to touch his son's face, but he couldn't reach it anyway.

"Ah, woo~~ Father, don't leave me..."The more Lin Yu cried, the more fierce he became, and it was difficult to control his emotions.

Slowly, Lin Changjue took the long knife in his hand to Lin Yu and put it in his hand.

After a while, Lin Changjue said with difficulty:

"Practice the ink knife and return to the Lin family...", he used all his strength to finish these eight words with difficulty.

When Lin Yu picked up the long knife, he found that his father's arm hung down weakly.

"Oh, don't, don't leave me, no..."

On the wicked ridge, the little boy's heart-rending cry can no longer bring back the familiar smiling face, only teardrops can tell this unspeakable pain.