Hanbei.

The thin boy pushed open the heavy stone door. The scent of smoke in his face made him think as if he had been to this place before.

Behind the door is a corridor, and on the walls on both sides are hanging long-term sleep lamps, which are candles made of the grease of the mermaids in the sea, which will not be extinguished for thousands of years.

Despite this, the boy still carried a torch, and he observed the floor and ceiling as he walked.

The stone walls on both sides are pitch black, and the further you go, some lines gradually appear.

The young man was dressed in a leopard fur coat, and his handsome face was slightly delicate, but there was a tiger and wolf in his eyes.

He walked forward step by step, keeping his eyes on the ground and the traps that might appear above his head.

There was silence in the hallway except for the sound of burning torches. The boy seemed to be stepping into a sea of sand, and the tomb-like pavement absorbed the sound of his footsteps.

The boy felt the air around him gradually get colder, but he didn't shiver in the slightest, and his steps didn't slow down for half a minute.

The corridor is long, and clear drawings appear on the stone walls on both sides:

A beast with a snake-like body and wings on its back and a long tail roaring into the sky. A small crowd knelt around it.

Further on, carved words appeared on the stone wall. The font twists and turns like a ghost, and the strokes are agile like a dance.

It was not a square character of Da Ying, but a complex and varied foreign script.

The boy didn't know the words, but he knew what they meant.

"As the only true God, his name is the taboo of dust......"

It is the oldest of all ancient writings, even before the dawn of humanity on this continent. Even the locals born in Hanbei rarely understand this ancient script, and the few who are well versed in its history tend to keep their mouths shut. Older people tend to dissuade their children and grandchildren from touching things that should be in the ground.

They belong to the darkness, to the past, to some ancient god whose name has been forgotten. In the long, long past, people knew about its existence, but never talked about its name. It is a gift of darkness and a curse to the people of this land.

The boy walked slowly, slowly, but steadily, as if he were about to break through the ground and announce that he had arrived.

After some time, the boy finally came to the end of the corridor. What awaited him was a modest door.

There was no text or ghost pattern on the door, just pitch black.

The boy gently placed the torch on the ground and stepped forward to push open the stone door with both hands.

Behind the door is an iron coffin, placed horizontally in the center of the stone chamber. Behind the coffin was an altar with a glowing spike in the center of the altar - it was made of a special metal material, which is said to have been a meteorite from outside the sky.

The coffin is large enough to hold an elephant, and the surface is devoid of any decorations, making it feel like it was made in a hurry.

On the table behind the altar was a stone statue, the upper body of which had been shattered, leaving only a pedestal, and it was no longer clear what it was carved.

The boy picked up the torch and walked into the stone chamber.

There was a sudden noise in the coffin.

The boy was startled, but quickly regained his composure. He stepped forward, rubbing his hand on the lid of the coffin.

There was a constant noise in the coffin, like something dragging the metal chains.

"If I let you out, you'll do as I ......," the boy whispered.

The sound stopped suddenly, followed by a low tapping.

The boy smiled, then patted the lid of the coffin.

"They all say you're just a legend...... It's something that doesn't exist...... Now is the time for you to make a name for yourself. The boy said, his face welling up with joy.

He walked over to the altar and held out his hand on the glowing spikes. His palm was pierced by spikes, and blood flowed down the spikes into the altar.

The entire stone chamber shook suddenly, evil whispers echoed in the corridor, and violent noises came from the coffin.

"Enjoy, the blood ...... of the ancient Chiloren family," the young man said, holding the coffin.

In the distant grassland, the old man who was grazing saw that the sun in the sky suddenly turned into a strange flowing water shape, and the whole sky was dyed blood red. A meteor streaked through the sky and fell in the direction of the extreme north.

He lowered the whip in his hand and silently fell to his knees in the direction of the meteor.

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Da Yu, Suzuzhou.

An old man and a young man walked into a tavern.

The old man carried a basket of goods on his back, and the little girl carried a basket of fruit. They were ordinary farmers who came from the mountains to the bottom of the mountains to do business.

The tavern is a tavern with a narrow bar and a few tattered tables and chairs. Although the conditions are simple, the fees are also small. Generally, passers-by will choose this kind of small shop to rest in order to save money.

"Grandpa, let's rest here for a while, you'll get tired if you keep walking." The little girl said.

"It's good or good," said ...... old man, his hair gray, showing that he had worked hard.

"What do you two want?" The tavern owner said when he saw the two of them come in.

At a table sat several large burly men, dressed savagely, one of whom wore an eye patch.

"Yo, that thing looks so fresh." One of them said, staring at the fruit in the little girl's basket.

Several other big men showed greedy eyes.

They didn't mean to lower their voices at all, they looked arrogant and rampant.

The little girl heard them and looked at their fierce appearance, very much like bandits in the mountains, she quickly took Grandpa's hand and whispered, "Grandpa, let's change places." ”

As soon as the words fell, a big man had already stood up and blocked their way.

He grinned and said to them: "If you know each other, you will leave the things, and grandpa, I will grab the goods and not the people." ”

The old man looked panicked, and he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we were originally engaged in small business, and if these goods were sent away for nothing, we would not be able to afford to eat." ”

The girl looked at the group of men vigilantly: "This is illegal, the government will arrest you!" ”

"Hahahahahaha......ha

Several other big men also got up, and they drew their broadswords from their waists.

One of them said: "Don't talk nonsense, leave things and leave, otherwise people don't want to leave." ”

The owner of the tavern was silent, apparently this kind of thing was used to it, and no one could control this group of bandits.

A bandit stepped forward and grabbed the little girl by the neck.

The girl panicked and cried out.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to beat the bandits, but he was old and frail and was pushed away by the bandits.

"It's annoying, shut up Lao Tzu!" The bandit roared, raised his right hand with his broadsword, and was about to slash down.

Only a crisp golden sound was heard, and a cold light flashed in front of everyone's eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the bandit's knife had been cut in half, and all that remained in his hand was the hilt and a very short section.

The black-clad boy retracted his knife and sheathed it.

He had been sitting in the corner of the tavern, neglected by everyone because of the lack of light and the fact that he was dressed in black.

The bandit was shocked and angry, and he stared blankly at the boy, speechless for a moment.

"Are the people of the Blue-Eyed Gang such a bunch of shit?" The boy closed his eyes and said coldly.

"Big ...... Big brother, he knows that we are members of the Blue Eye Gang. One of the bandits stammered, "If you let the boss know...... I...... We ......"

"What's the panic? Slaughter this kid and you'll be fine. The blindfolded man said angrily.

So the bandits all picked up knives and surrounded the youth group.

The old man and the girl took the opportunity to run outside the tavern.

The boy still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't look at them with disdain.

The bandits looked at each other, as if they were suppressed by the aura of the teenager.

"Kill me!" The big man with the blindfold shouted.

The bandits rushed up, and for a time there was a sound of knives in the small tavern.

The old man blindfolded the girl, and the tavern owner had already gone into the inner room.

After a few moments, the killing stopped, and only the sound of the boy wiping his knife remained in the tavern.

The boss came out tremblingly, and the old man turned around.

The corpses of several bandits lay on the ground, and the young man stood calmly in the center, wiping the blood-stained blade with a cloth cut off from the clothes of one of the bandits.

"You...... You killed them all...... They're the Blue-Eyed guys, and if they die here, the Blue-Eyed guys will come to me to settle scores......" The tavern owner wept and complained.

"Really?" The boy said, lifting the hood that covered his head.

The boss was speechless in shock, he looked at the young man for a long time before he said, "Yes...... It's you ......."

The boy took out an arrow with a blood-red feather embedded in it and threw it on the ground.

"If their people come, show them this thing." The boy said lightly.

"Yes...... Be! The tavernkeeper nodded.

The boy walked out of the tavern.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward to thank him, and the little girl followed, but she was a little afraid of the man who had just killed so many people indifferently.

"You don't have to say thank you." The boy said, "I'm not a good person. It's just that I can't get used to bullying the weak. As he spoke, he looked at the little girl hiding behind his grandfather, although the girl was young, her delicate face and big watery eyes could already be seen to be a beautiful embryo. Something flashed in the boy's eyes, as if he had thought of something.

He took something out of his pocket, handed it to the old man, and said, "Take your granddaughter out of this place, she is still young, and it is not worth wasting her life here." With that, he turned and walked to his mount.

Before the old man could say thanks, the boy had already ridden away. He looked at the light metal block in his hand, and then at his granddaughter, and for a moment burst into tears.

It was the golden dollar of the Great Emperor, something that only officials and nobles had.