Southern Xinjiang, 100,000 mountains.

In a huge dark and damp cave, on the inverted stalactites on the cliff wall of the dome, a drop of water fell, "click", and smashed on the eyebrows of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old handsome young man below.

The young man's lips were bruised, and he shuddered violently at the drop of water, and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the dark dome above and froze for a moment, struggling to sit up.

"Hiss......"

The pain all over his body made him gasp.

However, his heart seemed to be quite tenacious, and he endured the pain, sat up, and leaned against the damp and slippery cave wall behind him.

His movements brought a burst of "cangchang" sounds, followed by a flurry of moans.

The young man was startled, and looked around vigilantly, only to find that in the surrounding darkness, there were at least two or three hundred shadows.

On one of his wrists, he was wearing heavy shackles, and a chain extended from it, connecting with the shackles on the hands of more than a dozen people nearby, connecting these people together.

"Where am I?" The young man was taken aback, and a question suddenly rose in his heart.

He pondered silently for a while, but was shocked to find that there was no answer.

The young man only felt that his mind was in chaos, his memories of his past were blurred, he couldn't remember anything at all, and the only thing he could remember was his name, Yuan Ming.

He actually lost his memory!

Before Yuan Ming could figure out what was going on, a heavy "rumbling" sound suddenly came from in the distance, which made people's hearts panic, as if a heavy iron door had been pushed open.

Then a flash of fire tore through the darkness, and seven or eight large men with torches, dressed in animal skins, and with horns and scimitars hanging from their waists, walked in with a tall man who was half naked.

Under the flickering light of the fire, Yuan Ming saw these people, their skin was jujube red, the muscles on their bodies were bulging, and the lines were very prominent, full of primitive and wild atmosphere.

In particular, the half-naked man at the head of the group looked more muscular than the others, and his body was full of explosive power, looking like a wrestler enshrined in a temple.

It's just that these people's hairstyles are very peculiar, and all the hair on their heads is shaved, and only a lock of top hair is left on the top, which is tied into a thick braid.

Yuan Ming saw it in his eyes, and for some reason, the word "Southern Barbarian" inexplicably appeared in his heart.

As the thought arose, there seemed to be a patchwork of memory fragments in his mind, and some images appeared intermittently.

In that picture, there were bustling street markets, palatial mansions and people wearing silk and satin, and he looked down at his clothes that had long been ground into strips of cloth, which made Yuan Ming sure that he and these southern barbarians in front of him were definitely not the same kind of people.

Just when Yuan Ming was full of confusion, the naked man led by him suddenly glanced at him and muttered something.

Yuan Ming listened to the strange pronunciation, which was completely different from the words in his memory, but he understood it at once.

This is the Southern Barbarian language!

What the man said was, "The last place, the hands and feet are numb, don't miss it." ”

The Southern Barbarians, dressed in animal skins, stepped forward with torches in hand, and each pulled out what looked like some kind of beast bone, all embedded with a red stone the size of a thumb.

"Who are you? What to do? Seeing that one of them was walking towards him, Yuan Ming pretended to be calm and asked in Nanban.

The naked man glanced at him with a hint of surprise on his face, while the southern barbarian who had walked in front of him let out a low roar and smashed his torch into his cheek.

Yuan Ming dodged sideways, and the torch grazed his shoulder and smashed against the wall, splashing a spark.

The splashing sparks frightened Yuan Ming, who screamed "wow", shrunk hard, and drilled into the gap under the rock wall.

Taking advantage of the firelight, Yuan Ming saw that the man's upper body was naked, and the lower half of his body was wrapped in a skirt woven of withered grass, his whole body was black, his body was dry, and his hair was shabby, looking no different from a wild man.

The southern barbarian leaned down, grabbed the wild man's ankle, and with a little force, pulled him out, and in his fierce struggle, sent the beast bone above his head.

I saw that the beast bone first lit up with a blue ghost-like light, and then the red stone inlaid in the middle also suddenly lit up.

However, as soon as the red light came on, it immediately went out again.

Seeing this, the naked man frowned slightly and shook his head.

Seeing this, the southern barbarian, who was dragging the savage's ankle, drew his scimitar from his waist without hesitation, and slashed at the savage's head.

There was a "poof", a miserable howl sounded, and the movements of the wild man's struggle immediately slowed down, and gradually fell silent.

"Kill, kill......" Yuan Ming only felt a stream of warm blood splash on his cheeks, his breath was full of the disgusting smell of blood, and his mind was blank for a while.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, causing him to stiffen and forget to continue to escape.

Of course, he couldn't escape at all.

His wrists were still bound to the still warm corpse in cold chains.

Before he could come back to his senses, the light in front of him dimmed, and a piece of animal bone had already been sent over his head.

As the blue ghost fire lit up, a red light lit up like a candle, but it was not extinguished immediately.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that the red light went out.

The big man in the animal skin who was holding the animal bone pressed one hand on the handle of the knife at his waist and turned his head to look at the naked man.

The latter groaned slightly, as if hesitating, but nodded anyway.

The big man in the animal skin let go of his hand and turned to walk towards the other man.

It wasn't until his figure left that Yuan Ming recovered from his fear.

He suppressed all his doubts and shocks, and looked around, only to find that almost all of the people around him who were bound by chains were wild men with their hair scattered.

Like themselves, they were tested one by one with the bones of the beast on top of their heads in a panic.

But all those who flashed out of the red light were all killed with a knife, and only the red light on the top of the head could last for a moment survived.

For a while, the wails, exclamations, and the sound of metal clashes pulled by chains came and went.

It lasted for more than an hour, and the entire cave was filled with a thick bloody atmosphere.

When the naked man saw that all the temptations were over, he began to grunt again.

Then, Yuan Ming and the more than ten people who survived were all untied from the chains, and they were all handcuffed and shackled again, and they were taken aside to wait.

Yuan Ming was a little uneasy, he didn't know what these people were going to do, and he didn't dare to ask.

But from the behavior of those southern barbarians, it is not difficult to see that these people have passed some kind of selection and should not be killed for the time being.

At this time, I saw the naked man at the head suddenly take out a silver and white bell from his waist, hold the wooden handle in his hand, and shake it.

"啷......"

An ethereal bell rang out, echoing through the empty cave.

The moment Yuan Ming heard the voice, he only felt that his head had been hit hard, and he didn't feel any pain, but he felt a burst of severe dizziness, and even the scene in front of him appeared layer upon layer of ghosting.

In the midst of the mist and illusion, Yuan Ming saw that above the heads of the corpses in the cave, a ball of spiritual light lit up, and then one after another blurred shadows floated out.

I saw that after those shadows floated out of the top of the corpse's head, they overlapped one after another, and finally became exactly like the corpse.

Yuan Ming was frightened, and he was a little sober.

Only then did he realize to his horror that the shadows that floated out were not his eyes, they were all real.

Only they all had their heads bowed, their legs dangling in the air, floating above the corpses.

Yuan Ming swallowed a mouthful of spit, looked at the naked man, and saw him holding the bell and shook it again.

"How"

The same ethereal voice sounded, but this time Yuan Ming didn't feel obvious dizziness, he watched as those hanging shadows all floated towards the bell in the naked man's hand.

As they approached, the shadows turned into a speck of light, melted into the bell, and vanished.

"Could it be...... These shadows are the souls of those people? Yuan Ming couldn't help but think of this thought, which made him feel a chill down his spine again.

If he hadn't passed the mysterious test, not only would he have been in a different place at this moment, but his soul would have been drained away like those people.

"The harvest is not bad, there are thirteen. Okay, go back to the rendezvous and get ready for the return trip. The naked man put away the bell, wiped the sweat from his head, and said.

It seems that the two bells just shook the load on him.

Yuan Ming looked at the bell in the hand of the big man in a daze, although he didn't know what it was, but these southern barbarians in front of him were obviously not ordinary people.

……

Three days later, in the 100,000 mountains, in a valley covered by a misty miasma.

A team with a uniform face covered with a cyan animal skin marched through the poisonous miasma of blue and purple colors.

These people are clearly divided into two categories, one is the southern barbarians dressed in animal skins and hanging scimitars from their waists, but there are only one or twenty people, at both ends of the line, and sometimes a few people shuttle between them, maintaining order, and the other is the prisoners with naked upper bodies and shackles on their hands, lined up in a long line, silently bowing their heads and hurrying away.

Yuan Ming, as the latter, was sandwiched in the crowd, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and followed the team with difficulty.

In the past few days, he has been in the mountains and rivers and mud, he has not said a word, and no one has come to ask him, but through the few words between those southern barbarians, Yuan Ming knows that the place where they are now is called "Southern Xinjiang", and the destination of this trip - Biluo Cave.

According to those great men in southern Xinjiang, it was a place blessed by the gods, a holy place for them to practice, and they were selected to receive gifts from the gods.

According to these people's evil styles, Yuan Ming didn't believe that the "Biluo Cave" would be a good place, and what was waiting for him would never be a good thing. It's just that now people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, and I can only take one step at a time.

To make matters worse, his memories were not retrieved in the slightest, and he still couldn't remember who he was.

But the "Central Plains" in his remnant memory is much more prosperous than this uncivilized land, and he should have come from there, but why did he come here from the Central Plains and then be seriously injured? Was he framed by gangsters, or was he hunted down by the enemy?

Yuan Ming had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he secretly decided that he must figure it all out!

Fortunately in the midst of misfortune, these southern Xinjiang heroes did not make things difficult for them any more along the way.

On the way, they would give them food on time, albeit just a few hard-to-swallow dried fruits and a pitiful amount of jerky, and they would also apply some herbal ointment to treat their injuries.

Yuan Ming was also in the process of being treated, only to find that he had more than 30 wounds on his body, large and small, including lacerations, friction wounds, and penetrating wounds, and even a broken rib.

In just three days, almost all the external injuries were healed, leaving only the broken rib, which was difficult to recover for a while, and it did not affect his movement except for some pain.

Now that they have entered this poisonous miasma valley, those southern Xinjiang men have also given them animal skins for anti-poisoning, which makes Yuan Ming a little more cautious in his heart.