After the rain, the air was much fresher, and there was no longer the original thick blood gas.

The occasional chirping of spring insects in the grass came back to calm again.

Du Wenlin sat opposite the woman in white, calmed down, and waited for her explanation.

"You've probably heard of the name of Chiyou, right?" The woman in white asked.

"Chiyou? Are you talking about the Chiyou who fought with the Yellow Emperor in the Central Plains in ancient times? ”

"Not bad! Chiyou was defeated and killed. The Jiuli tribe under his leadership also split, and most of the tribe's people were merged into the Yellow Emperor tribe. Among them, there is a tribe that thinks of Chiyou, refuses to submit to the Yellow Emperor, quietly goes south, goes through a lot of hardships, and arrives in the Huguang area to settle down and recuperate. The woman in white said,

"But what do you have to do with us?"

"Later, when the Yellow Emperor grew old and Emperor Yao succeeded him, one of his tribal leaders who managed the land south of the Yangtze River discovered the traces of the descendants of Chiyou who had sneaked to the Huguang area, and continued to chase and kill, causing that group to almost perish." When the woman in white said this, her voice was slightly bleak.

"And then?" This topic aroused Du Wenlin's curiosity.

"The rest of the people no longer dared to stay where they were, but fled into the mountains. The leader of the tribe led the men into the mountains. They had no choice but to hide in the heart of the cave. And the leader of the tribe actually built cottages all over the mountains, cultivated terraces, and never left. Helplessly, they had to stay in the cave without seeing the light of day. Speaking of this, the woman in white sighed softly:

"Perhaps by the providence of the heavens, when they were about to starve to death, they found a strange object in the depths of the cave, which was said to be white in color, meat-like in texture, and sweet and refreshing in the mouth. So they fed on it ever since. At this point, she paused, as if pondering how to proceed with the following narrative.

"Later, some people couldn't bear the torment in the ground and wanted to go out and see, but they found that they could no longer stand in the sun. His eyes were instantly blinded by the sun, and his skin was burned off, leaving only flesh and bones, which was miserable. From then on, they could only hide in the darkness during the day, and only at night could they come out to move. Speaking of this, the voice was low:

"That group became known as the 'Night Clans'!"

Du Wenlin also felt sorry for the tragic fate of this ethnic group.

"But God is also fair, and although human beings are free to live in the sun, they are born with old age, sickness and death all their lives." The Nightborn' will never see the light of day, but they have been given more survival skills, they are almost never sick, and they can heal from occasional physical wounds on their own. Their physical strength is much greater than that of humans, and their movements are much faster and faster than humans. The most important thing is that they can live for 500 years. At this point, the woman's voice was much more relaxed.

"If you lose your horse, don't you know if it's a blessing?"

The woman in white didn't pay attention to his words, and sighed lightly:

"Alas! Perhaps it was the deliberate act of God, since it gave them hundreds of years of life, it could not give them the possibility of infinite fertility. Pregnancy and childbirth have almost become a luxury for the ethnic group, and fertility is extremely low. The woman's voice in white lowered again. After a pause, he continued:

"The population is gradually decreasing, and in the long run, there will definitely be a day when the people will be wiped out. Later, I accidentally discovered that if their blood is injected into the body of ordinary humans, over time, the person who exports the blood and the recipient, the two people's minds gradually communicate, and naturally produce the special feelings of father and son or mother and son. In this way, the bloodline of the group can be continued. The naturally bred people of the tribe are called 'children of the night', and they cannot stand in the sun. Those who enter the race through blood transmission are called 'future stars', and they retain the characteristics of ordinary humans while also possessing the superpowers of that race. ”

The things narrated by the woman in white have greatly exceeded Du Wenlin's cognition.

Hearing this, my heart moved:

"You can't be the Night Clan too, are you?"

"Kid, you guessed it, I'm one of them, the so-called 'Children of the Night'." The woman in white spoke kindly.

Du Wenlin touched his neck, which was still sticky.

It was already smart, but at this moment it suddenly realized something, and jumped up violently:

"Did you give me your blood?"

The woman in white looked at him quietly and did not speak.

After a long time, he quieted down before he said:

"I don't have any children, but my gut tells me that I can meet someone who is close to me these days. Now it seems that this person is you. As I passed by, I found you unconscious, with a high fever, and extremely weak. In order to save you, I gave you a transfusion of my blood. Of course, over time, as I just said, you and I will gradually become communicative. Her voice didn't change slightly because of Du Wenlin's anger, it was still so gentle.

Du Wenlin was stunned, and the sudden change overwhelmed him.

Although he was born in the rich land of Wuyue, his ancestors were farmers and his family was poor.

His parents saved money for him to study, studied hard for 18 years, and successfully passed the Xiucai examination.

His parents lent him money to prepare the coils on the road, and he traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, slept in the open air, and came to the provincial capital to prepare for the "township test" in August.

Who knew that today I was first driven away in the hotel, and then I saw a bloody killing in the rain, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I was also infected with wind and cold, and fainted.

If it weren't for the rescue of this woman in white, her life would have been thrown here.

She is her own savior, and there is no doubt about this, and she should be thanked.

However, she took advantage of his coma to inject the blood of the "Night Clan" into his body, is it a blessing or a curse?

The woman in white looked at Du Wenlin's uncertain face through her hair, and said softly:

"Child, I know you have some worries in your heart, but the fate of you and me is destined by God, and no one can hide from it. Moreover, after you become a 'future star', it will be of great help to your future career. ”

In Du Wenlin's heart, I don't know whether it is joy, sadness, or helplessness, and there are mixed tastes.

I feel like my mind has become a mess of porridge, and I really don't know how to deal with this situation.

Sitting there, his hands clutching his hair, trying to figure out an idea for himself.

The woman in white looked at him quietly, and only after a while did she speak:

"There are some things that you may not be able to accept all at once, and it will take time to digest." After a pause, he asked:

"Also, did you see this massacre during the day?".

At the mention of this massacre, Du Wenlin's mind saw the figure of the man in yellow who was faster than a ghost and the deceased who was sitting on the back of a horse with blood spurting out of his throat, and he couldn't help but shiver again.

"Don't worry, speak slowly, and recount what happened during the day."

Du Wenlin recounted in detail what happened from noon in the roadside restaurant until he fell asleep, and when he said that the man in yellow quickly cut his throat, his voice couldn't help but tremble a little.

After listening to this, the woman in white lowered her head in contemplation, and kept muttering, "Desert Zerg!" These words.

After a long time, he raised his head and said:

"That person is right, the appearance of the 'Desert Zerg' here may really bring a bloody storm!"

"What kind of organization is the 'Desert Zerg'? Is it a nation? Or is it a family? ”

"You don't need to know much about this for the time being, I'll tell you later." The woman in white said calmly. Looking up at the sky:

"It's late, so let's do it today, I'll tell you slowly when I have a chance. In the future, we will have more opportunities to meet. ”

After speaking, raising his hand and flicking it, Du Wenlin felt sleepiness hit him and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the sky was already bright, Du Wenlin rubbed his eyes, he was still lying under the big tree, and last night's experience seemed to be a dream.

But the fire in front of him was not finished, and it was still smoking.

It's just that the woman in white last night has disappeared.

There was also a package left with some dry food and silver.

The dead on the road were still there, and after a night of rain soaking, their faces were even more hideous.

Du Wenlin was afraid that he would be in trouble when the official came to the government, so he hurriedly packed his bags and hurried away as soon as possible.

"Jiliang Manor" is located on a plain not far from the west bank of Hongze Lake, which belongs to the territory of Tianchang.

The owner Wei Jiliang was sitting on the rocking chair under the hundred-year-old hibiscus tree in the courtyard at this time, drinking tea while smelling the fragrance of hibiscus flowers in the courtyard, and his face was full of contentment and happiness.

At the east end of the backyard of the manor, there is a small wing, and there is a huge underground world under the wing.

In the middle of this underground world is a large martial arts arena, and the ground of the martial arts arena is covered with thick and damp mud and sand.

Around the martial arts arena is a circle of arc-shaped houses, no less than 200 rooms.

The houses were all hollowed out of dirt, and the black wooden doors painted with tung oil shimmered eerily under the candles.

The mud and sand in the field suddenly exploded, and countless thin figures dressed in yellow flew out of the ground, hovering rapidly in the air, and the daggers in their hands stabbed each other, and after a short time, with a scream, they disappeared into the mud and sand in an instant.

It's just that there are a few more yellow-clothed corpses with blood in their throats in the field.

At the end of the martial arts arena, there was a large door, and in front of the door stood a middle-aged man in a golden costume, with short shoulder-length hair, thin cheeks, and gloomy eyes.

After watching the drill in the field, a rare smile appeared on his pale face.

Master Wei Zhuang walked in, passing by the corpse on the ground without even moving his eyebrows, he should have been familiar with this kind of scene for a long time.

"I just received the news from the Golden Helmsman, Hu Jinsheng and his entourage have all been resolved." As he spoke, he handed over a roll of paper.

The man in gold unfolds the paper roll:

"Very good, you reply to the Golden Helmsman, you must protect our warriors!"

Lord Wei Zhuang responded respectfully.

"We have been invited here for more than two years, and to be honest, everything here is difficult for us to adapt to as our ancestral home in Mobei, but we still gritted our teeth and persevered. First, it is to thank Lord Zheng for his love to us, don't you Han people have a saying, 'Scholars die for their confidants'. Second, I also want our people to gradually adapt to the Central Plains. After all, it is much more prosperous than Mobei. In the future, if possible, we may be able to relocate them all. The man in gold said in stiff Chinese, full of longing for the future.

Master Wei still nodded in agreement, but he could see that the expression on his face was extremely unnatural.