Since the young man got the letter, his mood has never calmed down, and his appearance and mental state are very different from half a month ago. The sharpness in his eyes was gone, most of his body was wrapped in blackened and yellowed bandages, his self-confidence was gone, his family glory was gone, he held the letter to the person he least wanted to see, his eyes were directionless, he sat on a flat boat in a lost place, and floated into the sea, he even wanted to meet the demons of the Dozarak Pirates in the ocean, even if they swallowed it, he didn't want to send this velvet letter to that person's hands.

He is Li Shu, the fifteen-year-old boy of the "son of Zhurong".

During the war in the Tayang Kingdom, the "Son of Zhurong" and the Dosselak Pirates launched another fierce battle on the sea, to be exact, it was a lure and surprise attack carefully planned by Zhiqing, the result can be imagined, the "Son of Zhurong" was defeated again, and the price was heavy, after this battle, the "Son of Zhurong" was no longer able to fight against the Dohsalak Pirates, and even for the possible upcoming "chaos war" in the sea area.

Zhiqing is a smart woman with a strategy on par with "Lucky" Bing Tiandu, and it's impossible for her not to know what a terrible decision it was to go to war with the Dosselak Pirates at sea, but she really has no way out. Because her husband, Li Sheng, the patriarch of the "Son of Zhurong", was made into an evil spirit by the doctor girl Ziye. Zhiqing could dream of Li Sheng's face every night, they looked at each other across the sea, and every time they wanted to touch each other, the dream disappeared. The woman who washed her face with tears did not know what it meant to be an evil spirit, and everything she did was to bring her husband home, but she didn't know that Li Sheng had lost her relationship with the land.

She may have emptied all the thoughts in her mind, and after a night of haggardness, she wrote a velvet letter, and when the letter was handed over to Li Shu, she fell, as if the entire "son of Zhurong" had fallen, and this Tiangong Dou, who was still the top three in the sea not long ago, had fallen to the end of the dynasty.

From receiving the letter to going to sea, Li Shu's mind was blank, and he didn't even care about the tearful eyes of Zhiqi'er, the boat drifted wantonly with the waves, Li Shu's lips quickly dried up under the scorching sun, and he lay down, his head still slamming on the side of the boat.

The white clouds in his eyes were shaking, and under the blurred vision, Li Shu's ears faintly sounded the sound of "bells", and in his eyes, the white clouds turned into a ball of gold coins "balls", and the waves also turned into gold coins, and the blue sea was also replaced with gold, and he couldn't hear any other sounds, and opened his lips in the dark, but all he made was a silent cry, just like he struggled and ran in the endless gold coins that day, the flames saved him again and again, and the gold coins swallowed him again and again. When he finally saw the world beyond gold, the people who saved him had died in the gold coins.

"I...."Li Shu's throat was very dry, but he was indifferent, his face was peeling from the sun, and there was no sparkle in his eyes, what was he worth, worthy of five compatriots dying to save him? Forget it, let this ship drift, it would be better if you could meet the Dosselak Pirates, he would also be dead, this should be the result.

But the boat, after all, was leaning on the shore, and Li Shu climbed out of the boat as if he had resigned himself, and buried his face in the wet sand, and after half an hour he straightened up like a prostration, and in the bend of his hand, and walked forward with difficulty, he did not know where the object was, but by instinct he might have swallowed the velvet letter in his stomach or buried it in the sand.

"My son—you go—"

Li Shu trembled, he was stunned, his eyes were black, he raised his head and fell, and what gradually emerged in the darkness was a picture of blooming blood, and he saw his uncles and brothers again, they were hit by iron-green shells, and their bodies were broken into thousands of pieces, and they were really like petals thrown out, red, white, black, and yellow.

"My son—you run—" Li Shu saw a man with his back to him, the man's body had never been so short, maybe the waves in front of him were too huge, how could that palm-sized flame stop the waves as high as the sky? My father died, and he died to save himself.

Li Shu felt ridiculous for life, the pictures he saw were like sentences and punishments for him, he couldn't numb them, but he couldn't escape the endless sea of suffering, he thought, forget it, let's hand over the letter to that person, after completing this task, he will die, or live well, hide in a place where there is no war, live to be 100 years old or even longer, and live the life of the person who died.

He woke up, but he couldn't lift his head, he didn't dare to look straight ahead, he fell down the ravine, hit the stone wall, he didn't know where he was going, his body was covered with scratches, and blood oozed from the bandages, but he didn't feel the pain, his body leaned forward, his lips were chapped, and he was holding on to his whole body, and gradually became a walking corpse.

Beside him flew a burly nine-foot overlord, who was about to suffocate anxiously with his dying brother on his back.

He had walked past a masked woman who could hear people's hearts, but could not get any message from Rash's heart. The woman looked at Li Shu a few more times, sighed regretfully, and thought to herself what kind of blow had made this young man's despair look like this.

Li Shu walked in this "blank world", except for the velvet letter that he grasped with both hands, he couldn't see anything else.

Finally, he stopped walking, his stop was instinctive, a pair of feet appeared in the blank vision, Li Shu did not look up, he did not know who the person was, but silently raised his hand and raised the velvet letter.

That person is Mu Ziyun, their encounter is not accidental, because Li Shu lost his mind, the mortal fire he carried became his "instinct", Fan Zhi yearned, or was attracted by a higher level of flames, and took Li Shu across the sea, walked through the mountains, and came to Mu Ziyun.

Li Shu was like a dwarf in front of Mu Ziyun, and the aura of the two of them was also clearly divided into yin and yang.

When Mu Ziyun was surprised to bear the velvet letter from Li Shu's hand, Li Shu's legs could no longer support him, and after he fell to the ground, his head also slammed into the ground.

"What's wrong?" The bell slowly walked to Mu Ziyun's side, his head on his shoulder, and looked at the letter.

Mu Ziyun saw a little velvet on the envelope, hesitated for a while, snapped his fingers, blew up a little spark, the velvet burned, and soon, the entire letter was burned to ashes, and the real information hidden in it was also condensed by energy, forming a brand new yellow page, which fell back into Mu Ziyun's hands.

Mu Ziyun and Bell read the contents of the letter at the same time, Mu Ziyun closed his eyes, Bell was stunned for a while, then turned back to everyone and said, "Let's take a look, it's a letter from the 'son of Zhurong'." ”