Black clouds crush the city.

Once upon a time, two armies with different flags on both sides were fighting fiercely.

One side is called "Chen", and the other side is called "Di".

Corpses are everywhere, like purgatory on earth.

The soldiers on both sides were red-eyed, gritted their teeth and desperately fought for their lives, plunging their weapons into each other's warm flesh and blood.

No one noticed that the black clouds were windless and spun like a viscous liquid, forming a dark cloud cave.

Bang!

Exploding the thunder out of thin air, the soldiers were stimulated and killed more happily.

A shadow, with thick smoke, fell into the battlefield like a black meteor.

Boom!

It was a black-covered teenager.

His body was covered in peeling skin and eschar as if it had been burned by fire.

The red-eyed sides didn't notice that there was an extra strange boy on the battlefield who didn't belong to either side.

The boy was naked, and he looked around blankly, fear spreading in his eyes.

"Who am I?"

"Why am I here?"

"I'm ...... What? ”

In the eyes of the young man, the "information" of the warring parties was strange but clear in his field of vision, swiping down the screen like a waterfall.

"Zhang San, a person from Chen Guo, his parents died when he was a child......"

"Li Gui, the ...... of Di Guoren"

"Mi Xiaoqi, twelve years old, died."

The boy's eyes showed information about everyone.

He flapped his arms in horror, trying to chase away the strange words that flashed in front of him like gnats.

On the side, a Chen soldier roared and killed the boy with a knife.

After a moment's notice, the young man looked at the blood-stained knife in his hand and the man biting him.

He fought back.

The man's message appeared in the young man's eyes: Gongliang, there is an eighty-year-old mother, the newlywed Yan'er, and the newlywed wife is waiting for him to return home.

The red blood on the ground froze the soldiers around them, and they killed them with long knives one after another.

The boy's brain went blank, and he waved the knife in his hand in a panic, and the stunned human heads flew up.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"Who's going to save me!"

"Daddy?"

"Mother?"

"Ah...... Who's there......"

"Who am I?"

The rain blackened by the dark clouds fell, and the vast land was like weeping.

The boy ran like the wind, picked up a broken flag, wrapped it around his waist, and scurried around the battlefield like a wild monkey.

He cried, shouted, roared, his mind became clearer and clearer, and he vaguely remembered that people should have fathers, and fathers naturally have mothers, but what about his fathers and mothers?

Why is he here?

Was he abandoned by his parents?

Yes......

Yes......

Yes......

Helplessness and despair filled his chest like a dark shadow.

Gradually, the boy couldn't tell whether it was rain, blood, or tears on his face.

That day.

The Central Plains, the Kingdom of Di and the Kingdom of Chen, were narrow in Feilong Pass, and none of them survived.

……

The night is dark and the wind is high.

A horse-drawn carriage drove on a gravel-strewn road, hurrying to the road.

The shoddy horseshoe potholes are unbearable.

Sigh!

The horse panicked and raised its front hooves.

The woman and the girl in the car were taken aback and comforted each other.

The man riding the horse is in a green shirt, looks sloppy, and his eyes are shining, but he is actually handsome and extraordinary.

"It's a child!"

The green-shirted man dismounted to investigate, and the callus on the thin sword at his waist was removed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl heard the sound and looked at it, and exclaimed, "Dad! He was seriously injured! ”

"Didn't Dad teach you, the night road is dangerous, don't be nosy!"

The girl was unconvinced: "But Dad, you also said that if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself!" ”

The green-shirted guest laughed angrily: "Did Dad do injustice?" ”

"Seeing death and not saving it is no different from killing people, killing innocent people, the sky thunders!"

Tsing shirt: "He's dead!" ”

As he spoke, the green-shirted man kicked away the young man who was lying on the road and got out of the way.

The boy's eyes moved.

"Huh? Daddy, you kicked him alive! ”

“……”

In a small village in the mountains, the family of Tsing Yi Ke settled here.

The green shirt guest name is Luo Bing Wang.

The girl's name is Luo Deng'er.

He named the boy Luo Candle.

The green-shirted guest later said that a master had approved his life, saying that he was destined to have a catastrophe, and the robbery was called "water". He named his daughter, and the lamp brought fire to meet the calamity.

He took the nameless boy as his righteous son and named him Candle, and did a good deed that day to eliminate disasters and prevent disasters.

The green-shirted guest knows a little about medical skills, walks up the mountain during the day, dries in summer, grinds in autumn, saves people with medicinal powder, and accumulates a lot of people's voices in the woods in the township.

Over time, the name of "Luo Shen Doctor" resounded in Xiaotun for twenty miles.

No one knew that under his bed, there was a rapier hidden.

This sword is hidden for ten years.

"My father's leg method is also very good, when he was on the side of the road, it was my father who saved Ling with one kick!"

King Luo Bing never told the girl that he was going to kick the boy's body away, and the girl was like a god in her father's medical skills, and she kicked the candle back to her soul with a seemingly ordinary kick.

The boy is always smiling, his eyes are clear, and he is innocent.

The two of them have no guesses, childhood sweethearts, and they are each other's companions, and they have been together for ten years.

In the past ten years, the Tsing Yi guest has not asked about the world, and the outside world has been divided, from ten countries to six countries, and from six countries to thirteen countries, divided and merged.

The people in the village are lonely and unheard, and they don't know the geometry of this year, like a paradise.

The summer is scorching, frolicking by the river, the girl is like a lotus, and she is just growing up.

"Now, little worm, you never thought about who your real father is?"

Candle scratched his head, looking at the clear river, the route of the fish swimming was clearly outlined, he slapped his hand at the surface of the river, and a few small fish bounced into the frame. The handsome young man smiled: "Dad is dad, mom is mom, who else can there be?" ”

"But I don't want my father to be your father, and I don't want my mother to be your mother."

"Nonsense, my father is my father, and my mother is my mother."

"Fool, ignore you!"

Taking advantage of the fool's scratching of his head, Deng'er snatched the fish that was still bouncing in his frame, and stuck out his tongue at the candle with a grimace: "Today I won!" Tonight you're grinding the powder! ”

"Good!"

Looking at the girl's bouncing back, the young man smirked happily.

Before leaving, he took a few more fish from the river and released the fry.

He will always catch one less fish than a girl.

At sunset, a sloppy black-shirted visitor, wearing a hat, walked out of Locke's house.

"King Xia, please consider it."

The black-shirted visitor walked out of Locke's house and left a soft word. Bumping into the children of the Locke family head-on, the black-shirted man took off his hat, revealing a pair of fierce eyes like wolves. He squinted and smiled, revealing two rows of uneven yellow teeth:

"Oh? What a handsome baby. ”

He glanced at the two of them with a smile and walked away.

Entering the house, King Luo Bing, who had white temples, looked at a dark red jade pendant on the table with a calm face.

"Go and dry the herbs! Hee-hee-ha ”

King Luo Bing scolded when he saw the two of them, and his wife came to persuade him.

The family cooked hot fish soup.

In the kitchen under the candle, Luo Bingwang said for the first time that the fish soup cooked by the candle was very fat and unpalatable.

That night, in the middle of the night, the lamps were asleep, and the candles were awakened by a cacophony of sounds. He secretly opened the crack in the door and found that King Luo Bing was carrying a gray lamp, under which a rusty thin sword was sharpened.

Three days after the blackshirt's visit, it rained heavily.

King Luo Bing stuffed two large baskets into the lamps and candles, and told them to go up the mountain to collect medicine, and if they were not satisfied, they would not go home.

It rained all night.

It was dark that night, and the rain was fishy, like blood.

Carrying two baskets of damp herbs, candles and lamps on his back, he returned home, the house was black, the village was stained with blood, and corpses were everywhere.

The man in black stood in the rain, and the rain condensed in the air, like a small sword, dressing King Luo Bing as a bloody man.

The lamp was stunned in the rain.

"Quick...... Walk! ”

King Luo Bing stabbed the black-shirted man with a desperate sword.

Candle gritted his teeth and ran into the mountains with the lamp.

The person who ordered the person was not wrong, King Luo Bing was indeed destined to have a death catastrophe, and there was water in the catastrophe.

He died in the torrential rain.

Candles and lamps escaped thousands of miles, went incognito, and opened a small shop.

Since then, the lamp has gone crazy, forgetting the events of that night, as if she had returned to her childhood, crying all day long to go up to the mountains to collect medicine and to fish in the river.

Candle takes care of the crazy lamp, in a town, incognito.

Later, Candle learned that there is a kind of person in the world called Inhuman.

Born inhuman, different from ordinary people.

The world will be united for a long time, and the Great Xia Dynasty will unify the five kingdoms.

Under the command of Emperor Xia, there was a group of people, all of whom were strangers, calling themselves "executors", killing those who disobeyed, rebels, and dissent.

Kill to the end, the Quartet returns to the heart, the world is peaceful, the Xia Dynasty is prosperous, and its name will be remembered through the ages.

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, the former girl has sunset, the young man is still radiant, and the two are not like husband and wife, but more like mother and son.

Luo Deng'er is still crazy, unkempt, like a crazy woman.

Emperor Xia contracted the disease, and the situation deteriorated, and the people who ordered it to split and each became dominant.

The folk began to rise the trend of "hunting strangers", and those who reported strangers were rewarded with 100 taels of silver, tax-exempt for three years, exempted from servitude, and reported by one person, and the nine clans were glorious.

Candle went home from hunting, and his home was surrounded by officers and soldiers, and the fire burned him.

The madwoman pointed to the candle in the fire and screamed miserably, laughing and dancing: "Inhuman! Hey! He's an alien! Kill my daddy's Inhuman! Father! Father! Father! Damn the Inhuman! Damn it! ”

The candle was captured, and in a daze, he was locked up layer by layer, taken to the capital of the Xia Dynasty, and entered the prison.

In the prison, after thirty years of separation, Candle once again asked himself a question.

"I, yes, who?"

The end of the Xia Dynasty, winter.

A fire burned down the summer capital, and the Xia Dynasty, which had been glorious for twenty years, collapsed overnight.

The world is chaotic again.

"I am immortal."

Candle is covered in scars and embarks on a journey.

He crossed the sea.

It is bordered by wetlands to the south.

North to the Wasteland.

One year, two years, ten years, fifty years.

Century.

For a time, the treacherous revival and the charm arose.

In the mountains and forests, demons eat people, and the world is hot and cold.

There are Fang Ye Dao people who are chivalrous and righteous, and there are also hot-blooded swordsmen who slay demons and slay demons.

There are people who go down the mountain to eliminate demons, and there are also capable people who do evil.

Two hundred years.

The dirty boy carried a rusty broken knife around his waist, wandering around the world like a ghost.

He walked through mountains and rivers, hidden in the crowd.

To the west, the candle walked through the desert.

The inhabitants of the desert are ignorant and worship candles as if they were gods.

There are no strangers in the desert, and the people are simple.

"Inhumans are not supposed to exist."

Candle senses this.

He doesn't grow old.

He is immortal.

The world was like a cage to him, a cage that trapped him.

The long passage of time is like a curse, a long curse.

He climbed a mountain, and Candle had no regrets, wanting to end this boring life in the most beautiful desert.

In the mountains.

He saw a mirror.

A mirror as black as ink.

In that mirror, for the first time, he really opened his eyes.

……

Beside Zheng Xiu, mountains, jungles, snow-capped mountains, markets, oceans, palaces, wind and rain, sunsets, all kinds of scenery, like going back in time, swirled around Zheng Xiu, backwards.

The scenery around him flickered at a rate of tens of millions of shots per moment, and there were thousands of people in the picture who were strange to him, as well as faces that he was familiar with. Zheng Xiu's eyes were dizzying, and gradually, Zheng Xiu recognized that in those pictures, many of them were the scenes born of him constantly revising the world line in reincarnation, which hid tragedy, sorrow, joy, sorrow, and detachment.

In the world of spinning and shattering, Zheng Xiu knew that he had succeeded. He accompanied the "evil boy" with a part of the human soul, and after abandoning it, the candle was born, and he became the "mistake" that never existed, but should exist, and was born into the world, filling the part of the "gap" that he inadvertently deleted.

There has never been a candle in this world, and that's because he hasn't created it yet.

Zheng Xiu closed his eyes, thinking carefully about everything about the candle, thinking about the bits and pieces when he fought with the candle.

Candle's attachment to "aliens" is like a magic barrier, and the "ritual" of sending away three aliens every hundred years is not so much that Candle is to achieve a certain goal, but rather that Candle is faithfully carrying out a certain "obsession".

Zheng Xiu's palm flipped over, and a brilliant book appeared in Zheng Xiu's palm, which was the [Voyage Log].

With his eyes flashing, the orange cat squatted curiously on top of Zheng Xiu's head, watching Zheng Xiu skillfully flip through the [Navigation Log].

The [Logbook] is not an ordinary book, and Zheng Xiu doesn't know how many pages and words there are on the [Logbook]. At the moment of flipping the [log], the wriggling text is as if it were alive, and it is quickly generated, deleted, and corrected on the [logbook], constantly changing.

"Index."

Zheng Xiu has now obtained the secret key of the world, and his authority is supreme, which is equivalent to a creator-like existence. After a little thought, Zheng Xiu silently recited the index in his heart, and searched for the target: candle. In an instant, the [Logbook] moved as it pleased, quickly flipped through it, and came to the pages related to candles.

Originally, there was no record of the candle, but after the "evil boy" was pushed into the timeline, the name of the candle gradually appeared on the [Voyage Log].

At first, then two, from the beginning of a certain day, a certain night, and a certain battlefield a thousand years ago, the candle quietly left more and more "records" on the logbook called the world.

The "records" written by the candle are like "patches", which are rapidly "correcting" the underlying logical errors that Zheng Xiu had spent a thousand years and could not fix.

Letting the surrounding light and shadow change, Zheng Xiu's expression became more and more calm, and he was reading the bits and pieces related to candles little by little, the life of candles, the confusion of candles, and the joys and sorrows of candles.

In his life of "reading" Candle, when the world was restarted, Zheng Xiu read little by little, Candle's long and painful life that lasted for a thousand years.

He remembered King Luo Bing, remembered Luo Deng'er, and remembered the simple desert people in Sunset Valley.

I don't know how long it took.

It seems like a flash, and it seems like a year.

As Zheng Xiu and the candle got closer and closer, the messy aura on his body became more and more precipitated.

At first, the orange cat was also reading the [Voyage Log] with Zheng Xiu in a gossip-like mentality, but with the change of Zheng Xiu's breath, the orange cat's attention also shifted from the [Voyage Log] itself to Zheng Xiu's body.

Precipitation, precipitation, precipitation.

Zheng Xiu, who should have cut off the "divinity", cut off the human beings who "polluted the divinity", but at this moment, there is another kind of "sex" that makes the orange cat unpredictable, moisturizing things on its body and silently precipitating.

Like a man is not a man, like a god but not a god.

The orange cat was finally surprised to find that Zheng Xiu, who had cut off the "polluted divinity", not only did not become like an ordinary human being, the feeling that made him miss him so much, but the orange cat couldn't help but stick his fluffy cat face on Zheng Xiu's broad back, sniffing greedily, sniffing, and stretching out his tongue from time to time to lick it.

"Divinity, pure divinity."

"Calm, calm, and firm."

The orange cat drooled.

Call!

The wind suddenly blew all around, and there was snow in the wind.

It turned out that the time that had been reversed had been silently frozen in the distraction of the orange cat.

Wasteland, heavy snowfall.

The messy wind and snow suddenly paused.

Grains of ice freeze in the night sky.

Zheng Xiu calmly closed the [Voyage Log], and the brilliant book turned into starlight, dissipating into the void with Zheng Xiu's wave.

In front of Zheng Xiu, a tall but rotten father figure, stretched out his fist and stood proudly.

Just like many years ago, the moment he bumped fists with Zheng Xiu.

"I'm back."

Zheng Xiu smiled slightly.

(End of chapter)