Set sail from Pangea, whether upward, down, left or right, sail less than 2,000 kilometers to see the Black Sea. Those who were lucky enough to walk by the Black Sea and retreat all in one way described it this way: "It's only a few steps away." The sun is shining here, but it's cloudy there. The sound of thunder and lightning and storms was deafening through the thick black fog. ”

So far, no one who has entered the depths of the Black Sea has survived. So some people say that it is the end of the world.

Pangea is shaped like a torn crescent moon. In the middle of the crescent moon, there is a huge mountain range that uplifts for more than 10,000 kilometers and is second only to the White Mountain at the northern end of the continent. The Hokuriku people call it Empass, which means impassable wall. The people of the Southern Continent call it Broken Spine Mountain, because if you stand at the foot of the mountain and look up, you will not be able to see the top of the mountain even if you break your back.

Both sides of Broken Ridge Mountain are covered with reefs and whirlpools, extending outward for nearly 1,000 kilometers. Blocking those who try to cross Broken Ridge Mountain along the coast by boat.

According to the available records, the first encounter between the Northland and the Southland did not take place on the continent Pangea, but on an island about 1,500 kilometers east of the continent.

According to an ancient book in Nanriku, there are three islands on the east side of the mainland, one of which is called Chijin Island, because the natives on the island are all red-faced and red-skinned. On Chijin Island, two ships from the north and south of Broken Ridge Mountain meet. At first, they both thought that the other party was from a continent they had not yet met, and even thought that they had come across the Black Sea. After talking about it in detail and comparing the directions, it became clear that it was the same continent.

For thousands of years, there may have been a few people who crossed the Broken Ridge Mountain by chance. However, the world on the other side of the mountain remains an unsolved mystery for most people. The legends, stories, and stories associated with it are all kinds and strange.

It wasn't until 762 A.D. that a massive earthquake occurred that spread across the continent. It is recorded in the history books of the Southern Continent that 'the light of the earth is shining, the sound of the earth is rumbling, and in an instant the mountains and the earth are cracking, the rivers are boiling, the high banks become low valleys, and the deep valleys become hills. ’

In the aftermath of the earthquake, it was discovered that a section of the west side of the Broken Ridge Mountain had collapsed, and since then, two civilizations living on the same continent but having been isolated from each other for thousands of years have been officially revealed to each other.

In the following 200 years, there were three wars involving the whole continent, known as the Three Civil Wars.

The final battle of the Third Civil War took place on a vast plain on the west side of Broken Spine Mountain. In this campaign, an unknown disaster struck suddenly, claiming the lives of millions of soldiers and causing countless famous generals to fall. All the belligerent countries suffered unbearable losses. Among them, the most casualty of the Twilight Kingdom was destroyed because of this.

In the decades since, there has been a brief lull. It wasn't until 994 A.D. that a man named Twilight Songyang and several children who claimed to be of Twilight royal blood raised the banner of restoration. The fire of the prairie spread.

The year 1000 A.D. was a year of tranquility and turmoil. Along the north of Broken Ridge Mountain, all Hokuriku people are immersed in the festival to celebrate the 1,000th anniversary of the fire god Hierro leading people out of Hakusan. On the other hand, south of Broken Ridge Mountain, the restoration war of the Twilight Kingdom is pulling the entire southern continent into a whirlpool of turmoil. Every day, a town or country disappears from the world and becomes part of the new flesh and blood of the Twilight Nation. Countless refugees swept in like locusts from south to north, and their destinations were Babylon and the United Kingdom of Luoshi, which had not yet been involved in the war. There are even those who want to climb over the Broken Ridge Mountain to reach the Commonwealth of Dyland.

Throughout history, happiness and suffering have always gone hand in hand. However, the story I'm going to tell doesn't intend to start with such a heavy topic. Let's shift our gaze a little north from the battlefield in full swing. To the north of the New Twilight Kingdom, and to the south of Babylon and the United Kingdom of Luoshi, there is a city that does not belong to any country, and its current name is Jubao City.

With its unique geographical location, Jubao City has become a necessary place for business travelers from all over the world. Six years ago, a discerning merchant took advantage of the fledgling war to buy the city at a very affordable price and renamed it Jubao. After six years of operation, it has become a famous city that never sleeps. Brothels, casinos, and restaurants are lit up every night, and the colorful night scene is filled with merchants and beggars, soldiers and criminals. There is no cultural tradition, no customs and taboos, only the happiness of resting until death, and money has become the most reliable bond that connects all this.

At this time, no one would have imagined that in more than a month, the city would be reduced to ruins.

At this moment, in the largest Fuxing restaurant in the city, there is no one in the hall full of tourists. Everyone looked at the stage on the side of the lobby with great interest.

I only heard the sound of the startling wood and the beating of the folding fan. The storyteller on the stage said in a deep voice, "Originally, it was a clear day, but there was only a loud noise. It was as if the sky had broken a hole, and the wind was surging in an instant. When I looked up, I saw the sun falling from the sky!"

There was an exclamation in the lobby.

"At that time, there were more than 10,000,000 soldiers from the four large countries of the Twilight Kingdom, the Qingluo Holy Kingdom, the Dilan Federation, and the Gamtus plus the seventeen small countries. Dozens of famous generals such as Qi Lianfeng, Dusk Liaoyang, Yu Muqing, Minotaur, and Bashir II are all under the sun. Don't look at the sun in the sky, which is only the size of a palm, and when it falls on the ground, the Broken Ridge Mountain is only half as high. ”

"It's so big, you can't blow it up!" someone said. Many chimed in, saying they couldn't believe it.

The storyteller took a sip of water in a hurry, and then said, "At that time, all the people in the city of Dusk, a thousand kilometers away from the Plains of the West Wind, saw a vision, and saw that the sky was dark, but the earth was as bright as day, as if the heavens and the earth had been turned upside down.

The white light was dazzling, and in an instant, more than 100,000 people were blind in the city. The rest were also dizzy. Frightened people..."

They all bowed their heads and knelt down, and countless pious people chanted prayers. A teenager in the audience whispered. He leaned against a pillar at the edge of the hall with his arms folded, mingling in a crowd of people who couldn't afford to buy a seat.

The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with short black curly hair and sun-skinned skin. Wearing a coarse cloth shirt, a black knife pinned to his waist, and a pair of lifeless eyes were exposed under the messy bangs.

At this time, these eyes did not look at the stage, but they wandered around the tables of the Eight Immortals in front of the stage, looking at the richly dressed travelers one by one.

The boy's name is Mo Liang. According to his own words, he is a 'righteous thief', determined to rob the rich and help the poor. He's only halfway through those four words so far. He has always had his own pursuit of theft, and he can't look down on petty theft, advocating 'not opening for three years, opening for three years'.

A few days after he came to Jubao City, he inquired about where the largest hotel in the city was, and then he came here every day, apparently listening to books, but in fact he was looking for a fat sheep to start with. He has heard the story of 'The Tribulation of the Sun' no less than seven or eight times in the past few days, and every time the storyteller raises his anger, he knows what kind of fart to put out.

"After the white light, someone saw five pillars of light flying away from the sky over the westerly grassland. It took half a month before an army arrived at the place of calamity that day. And guess what. Weapons, baggage, and armor fell to the ground in good shape, but there was not a single corpse. More than 10,000,000 people, not even ashes left. There is only a bottomless black hole. In another three years, a silver-white snow pile was born in the black hole, which rose bigger and bigger, and it reached the sky day by day. Every time the west wind blows, the debris of the snow pile will drift away for thousands of miles, and as long as people get a little bit of it, they will immediately turn into ice and snow and disappear into invisibility. ”

Hearing this, the full house of passengers was stunned. The storyteller smiled with satisfaction and was about to continue his story, when suddenly a noise sounded in the corner of the lobby. A stout fellow scolded and took out a little beggar, "If you don't pay attention, you will drill into it, and you won't see if this is the place where you want to eat?" The beggar was thin and small, and he held it in his hand like a little monkey.

He took the beggar and threw it outside the door, "Get out of here as far as possible, let me see you again, be careful that I peeled your skin." ”

The little beggar fell to the ground, stood up and rubbed his arm, which was almost broken by the man.

"What, don't you get out yet?"

"This street belongs to your family, I can stay wherever I like, you can manage it." The little beggar said sharply.

"Hey, you don't have long eyes. The man rolled up his sleeves and was about to teach the little beggar a lesson, when he was pulled by the shopkeeper. He whispered to the man, "If he likes to stay there." Don't disturb the guests. ”

The man listened, lowered his arm, glared at the little beggar viciously, and turned and walked into the lobby. Not to be outdone, the little beggar glared back at the man's back, and then sat down by the door of the shop. Mo Liang glanced at the little beggar's figure, thinking that this person really didn't know what to do, he wouldn't be beaten, because there were so many people in the store, and when the people dispersed later, if he didn't leave, even if the shopkeeper didn't pay attention to him, the guy wouldn't give him good fruit to eat.

Mo Liang withdrew his gaze, and a pair of eyes returned to the front of the stage. The storyteller on the stage cleared his throat and drew the attention of the guests back when he saw that the incident had calmed down. The stout guy also glanced at Mo Liang and the others as he passed by the pillar. These people enter the store, do not eat, do not drink, do not live in the store, and in his eyes they are not much different from beggars.

The man's gaze swept over everyone, and he was about to move away, when suddenly it fell on Mo Liang again. I saw him staring at Mo Liang for a while, and then quietly walked to the shopkeeper and whispered a few words to him, and the shopkeeper also raised his head to look over.

Seeing this, Mo Liang secretly said something bad in his heart. So he pretended to be careless and stretched his waist and slowly walked out of the store.

He couldn't enter Fuxing Restaurant anymore, he knew that he had come too often in the past few days, which aroused the suspicion of the store. The street was bustling, and Mo Liang held the black knife and swayed around. He had heard of how rich Treasure City was before he came, and now it seemed that it was true. He had come all the way from the south, and it was the first time he had seen such a crowded place.

He wandered around for a long time, squatting in an inconspicuous corner under the pergola across the street, and watching the passengers in and out of the hotel door.

It's not his style to leave without doing anything. Fuxing Restaurant is the largest and best hotel in the city, and in the past few days alone, he has seen several business trips that can be said to be full of money, but he has not found a chance to start. He's not a thief, he won't do anything to get rid of someone's money bag, it's too risky, and he can't steal much money. The richer the businessman, the more shrewd he is, and he will not put his money in a conspicuous place.

What he had to do was to sneak into their rooms quietly in the dark of night and roll up their most valuable things. To do this, he needed to know where they lived, how many people were in the room, and where the valuables were.

The way in this, Mo Liang is familiar with the road. He just needed an eyeliner, an eyeliner that he could stay in the hotel lobby all the time without being suspected. He had one or two partners when he was working elsewhere before, but now he is alone.

Mo Liang's gaze fell on a small figure next to the door of the shop. It was the little beggar from before. I saw that his eyes were closed, his head sank and sank, and his body suddenly tilted, as if he was about to faint. The little beggar's face was covered with a layer of black, but he could vaguely see the delicate eyebrows, and his chest fell together, as if there was a slight bulge. Boredom, Mo Liang stared at that face for a long time, thinking that this was not a little girl.

At this time, in the hotel, a piece of meat bun fell out of the hotel guy's trembling plate and fell at the feet of a fat-headed and big-eared diner. The diner didn't pay attention, stepped on it and kicked it out.

The meat bun rolled out of the store, and the little beggar, who had almost fainted, suddenly opened his eyes, sniffed the fragrance with his nose, and chased after him like a hungry dog.

The streets are full of traffic and people. A child separated from his parents stood on the side of the street crying loudly. Next to him, three or two warblers and warblers Yanyan twisted their waists and swung their hips, bargaining with a thin old man. Across the street, two drunken men fought together for some reason, and smashed the vendor's stall in the chaos. So more people joined the fray.

The meat bun was hidden from the smoke and dust kicked up by countless feet, and the little beggar followed closely behind, oblivious to everything around him.

The meat bun rolled into a dark alley, and the little beggar followed up to take a look, and the people who were sitting upside down in the alley now opened their eyes as fierce as him. The little beggar did not hesitate to pounce on the bun, and others also pounced on him, and for a while his fists and feet flew all over the sky.

When Mo Liang followed the little beggar into the alley, he happened to see a small pile of people like dirt bags. He walked over to the dirt bag and grabbed a man, then threw it and threw it against the wall.

Several homeless men recognized Mo Liang and immediately retreated timidly.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Although it is a stealing of chickens and dogs, and the deception of abduction, there are many ways to do it. Jubaocheng said that it is not big, and it is not small to say that it is not small, and it is divided into several districts, which are usually distinct, and each district has a snake head.

On the third day after entering the city, Mo Liang was targeted by the snakeheads in this area. It's not in accordance with the rules for him to be alone and grab a job without saying hello. One night, the head of the snake led a group of people to block him in an alley, trying to trouble him.

What they didn't expect was to meet a ruthless stubble who knew martial arts. Although Mo Liang only had one person and a black knife, he was also covered in blood, and he stubbornly knocked over dozens of skinny hooligans, and beat the snake's head with a blue nose and swollen face.

Mo Liang's reputation has spread all of a sudden, and there are few gangsters and vagabonds in this area who don't know him.

He cleared the crowd and pulled up the little beggar, who had passed out under the crush.

The little beggar rolled his eyes, his mouth bulged, and his palms were pinched into mud.

Mo Liang stretched out his sleeve and wiped the little beggar's face, and then pinched two handfuls on his chest, muttering softly, like an ear of rice in autumn. He suddenly remembered the few entertainers who played the piano and sang music in the Fuxing Hotel.