During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, on the ancient road from Suzhou to Nanjing, a teenager carried a bookcase on his back and struggled to move forward under the scorching sun.

In the late spring of March in the south of the Yangtze River, the warbler flies and the grass grows, and the flowers are in full bloom.

Although it is not yet summer, the midday sun is already like a fire that makes pedestrians anxious.

There is a small restaurant on the side of the road in front of which for passers-by to pick up, and there are already many people drinking tea and resting in the pergola made of bamboo mats.

The boy walked into the pergola, put down the bookcase, and asked the store for food.

There was a noise of carriages and horses, and a dozen officers and soldiers dressed in black costumes with flying pythons embroidered on their costumes stopped in front of the pergola with a prisoner cart.

Half-lying in the prison van was a prisoner with long hair covering his face.

An officer and soldier pressed the hilt of a knife on his waist, walked into the pergola, and shouted:

"Jin Yiwei handled the case, and the idle people immediately avoided it."

When the people in the shed heard that it was the Jinyi Guard, they all scattered as if they were hiding from the plague god.

The young man was hungry, looking at the food delivered by the store, he wanted to fill his stomach before leaving, but when he looked at the empty shed in an instant, he hesitated.

"Get out!" The man scolded, so frightened that the young man quickly picked up the bookcase and left in a hurry.

As he walked, the boy wiped the sweat from his head, and finally saw a forest in front of him, and immediately quickened his pace.

The official road winds through the woods, and the trees on both sides are lush.

I didn't go far into the woods, and the sun was still shining just now, but at this time, there were suddenly dark clouds.

The treetops shook, the wind rose suddenly, and a thunderclap sounded, and the bean-sized raindrops fell in an instant.

The boy hurriedly hid under a thousand-year-old tree on the side of the road to avoid the wind and rain.

The sound of carriages and horses sounded, and the team of brocade guards escorted the prisoner cart into the woods just now.

The horse's hooves brought up patches of mist and drifted under the old tree where the boy had taken refuge.

There was another thunderous explosion, and the muddy road in front of him suddenly cracked a few holes, and several thin figures in earthy yellow tights flew up from the mud, like a few yellow lightning bolts stabbing at the team.

The incident happened suddenly, and before the brocade guards could react, they didn't even pull out the embroidered spring treasure knife on their waists, so they planted their horses one after another.

The men in yellow were all holding daggers that shimmered with cold light, and they shuttled through the ranks like ghosts, roaring and whirling like a storm with water droplets.

The deceased were all slashed by the yellow-clothed killer who flashed by with a flash of lightning, slashing their throats, and some even spurted blood three feet from their necks, sitting on horseback without moving.

The people in the cage were not spared, and a man in yellow passed by the cage, stretched out his arm to enter, and sealed his throat with a knife.

The person in the cage fell crooked instantly, and the blood spurting from his throat instantly stained the cage red.

It's so fast, so fast that you can't see them clearly, let alone see their faces.

Throughout the killing, there were no superfluous sounds of fighting, only the terrifying wails of the dagger as it slashed through the throat.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, and the yellow figure suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they hadn't been there at all.

It's just corpses all over the ground and blood everywhere, telling the human tragedy that has happened.

The wind was stronger, the rain was heavier, and the wounds of the deceased were no longer bleeding, and the flesh that had been rolled out was washed white by the rain.

The boy hid behind a tree and really watched the bloody killing.

The blood that filled the air made him feel sick in his stomach, and he couldn't stop throwing up while holding on to the trunk of the tree.

The sound of horses' hooves treading water sounded from the opposite side, and four horses galloped in the torrential rain, and came to a sudden stop when they came near, apparently four rare horses.

The riders stepped out of their saddles and leaped down.

All four wore hats and black oil raincoats.

Squatting down next to each other to examine the wounds of the deceased, the examination was very detailed.

"Lord Yang was afraid that something would happen on the road, so he sent us here to answer, who would have thought that something was wrong." A man said in annoyance.

"All of them were killed with a single sword, and they were wounded by short weapons such as daggers. The strangest thing is that they didn't even have the slightest chance to return the favor, and most of them had their throats cut without even pulling out their knives. Another said.

"Big brother, what do you think the other party is? The kung fu of these dozen or so flying fish suits was not bad, but they died under the instantaneous attack. This kind of skill is also terrifying! Another voice said.

The burly man called the eldest brother stood there silently, looking up at the cloudy sky for a while, and then looking down at the bloody road, his expression was extremely solemn.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice:

"The other party is very likely to be from the far north, there are only their legends for thousands of years, no one has seen their true faces, I didn't expect to appear here, it seems that the Central Plains is about to blow a bloody storm again."

"What kind of organization are they?" The first man to speak asked.

"Desert Zerg!" The eldest brother said in a trembling voice, with inexplicable fear in his voice.

The four of them got on their horses, and disappeared into the wind and rain in a blink of an eye.

The boy leaned under the tree, without any strength in his body, as if he had collapsed.

Early in the morning, the rice grains have not entered, but I saw a tragic scene again, my whole body was sore, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I fell asleep, but the boy woke up slowly, and found that he was still lying under the big tree, the wind and rain had stopped raging, and there was a burning bonfire in front of him.

A man dressed in white with long hair covering his face sat cross-legged by the fire.

When I lifted my body, I found that my body had regained its vitality, and there was no more soreness and weakness before I fell into a coma.

I turned my neck, and there was no discomfort, but the neckline was a little sticky.

I reached out and touched it, and it did feel sticky.

At the same time, there is still a slight pain in the place where the hand touches.

Reaching out to the fire, he was horrified to find that the sticky thing on his hand turned out to be red blood.

A spirit of excitement couldn't help but jump.

I carefully checked my body up and down, and there was nothing unusual.

Only then can I take care of the mysterious man in white in front of me.

In such a dark night, I suddenly woke up, but I couldn't help but be terrified when I faced such a scene.

"Hey, who are you?" He asked, shuddering.

"You woke up, how do you feel? Isn't it much more comfortable than before? The man in white didn't move, only the long hair in front of him fluttered slightly with the voice, but the voice came clearly, it was an extremely gentle female voice.

This voice makes people listen very comfortably, like bathing in a warm spring breeze, which makes the young man's tense nerves relax instantly.

He no longer had the fear he had at first, and the woman in white gave him a natural and intimate feeling, which seemed to be family affection, and it seemed to be friendship.

In my memory, I walked into the path in the woods, accidentally saw a human tragedy, and then fainted under the tree.

Looking up at the road ahead, the corpses were still there, but the horses had long since disappeared.

"In the past few days, you have been in a hurry to travel, your mind is exhausted, and you are also caught in the rain and cold, and you faint. Maybe you and I are fateful and occasionally pass by here tonight and save your life. The gentle voice of the woman in white came again.

"Who are you? What does it mean that we are destined? The boy had a hundred questions in his heart.

"You were feeling some pain in your neck just now, but it should be better now." The woman in white did not answer his question directly.

Touching the sore spot just now, sure enough, it doesn't hurt anymore.

"What the hell is going on?" The boy asked again.

"I can't say a word or two. Listen quietly, and I'll tell you slowly. The voice of the woman in white seemed to have a magical power, and the young man couldn't help but calm down and sit down by the fire.

"Son, let me ask first, where do you live? What's the last name? The woman in white asked softly.

"My family lives in Wujiang County, Suzhou, with the surname Du and the name Wenlin." The boy replied honestly.

"Du Wenlin, quite a good name." The woman smiled.

Du Wenlin's face showed a scared expression.