"There are so many gold coins in the treasury of the Water Abyss Country, but the monarch Jiang Xiyuan doesn't want to be generous to help our people tide over the difficulties, will their people live a good life one day if he is greedy for money?" said one of his cronies angrily as he filled his bag with gold coins.

"The monarch Jiang Xiyuan is so stingy, we can always come up with a way, the more he doesn't give us a lot of gold coins, the more we have to empty the treasury, to see how he will build a lot of construction and reckless military force in the future. Another cronie opened the bag and chimed in.

"There are only five of us, we can't take all the gold coins because we are eager to help the disaster, we just need to fill the bag in our hands and we can stop, we must not fall into the quagmire of hatred!" another cronie wiped the sweat from his forehead and persuaded him.

"I still have three empty bags here, since we are here, we can't come in vain, all the bags must be full, and we know the terrain of the Abyss Country well, if you are afraid, you should flee as soon as possible!" said another cronie as he pushed the cronie away.

"Your casualness will only hurt you, and eight heavy bags will surely slow us down, and those night watchmen on the walls of the Abyss Nation won't notice it, so let's fill five bags and leave quickly!" the last cronie sat on the ground and pleaded.

"If you don't shut up, we'll put you in a bag, think about the displaced refugees, don't you feel their pain at all?" the first critique sighed and continued to hold the gold coins.

The twilight of the night bewitches the coquettishness of the stars and the moon, waiting in the lonely heart for the dashing of hope, the of hatred blocks the trickling stream, the light of love is closed in the tragic battle, the flying snow freezes the outline of the earth, the traces of sorrow are counted in the gray sky, the evil desires sink the great wheel of faith, in the chant of ignorance shares the desolation of the spirit, the wandering dust tears apart the wedding dress of fraternity, in the damp tomb curses the advent of salvation, the false appearance hides the nobility of the soul, and weaves the complexity of human nature in the broken dreams。 Good things are always pressed under ugliness and cannot be rewarded, happy things are always torn to pieces by pain and cannot be favored by light, and all comedy always starts with tragedy and ends with tragedy. The five cronies left the treasury of the Abyss Country with eight bags full of gold coins, they staggered through the courtyard and noticed the wind everywhere, the night watchmen on the city wall came and went looking down for fear of an enemy breaking in, the dim light and shadow cast on the dark city wall to reveal mottled white spots, the five cronies climbed the most secret wall and prepared to jump outside the city, suddenly a night watchman found the bag they were carrying on their shoulders, and the other four cronies pushed each other and desperately climbed up the city wall.

The night watchman set up his bow and arrows and shot a shower of arrows into the oppressive night, only to see thousands of sharp arrows like a flood that burst the embankment swallowed up every trace of warmth in the light, and some of the five cronies fell within the city wall, some fell outside the city wall, they fell into a pool of blood, and their bodies were filled with one after another cold white arrows, at this time, the dusk night completely fell into the abyss of sin, unable to perceive the temperature of the heart, the lonely stars shed a line of cold tears, and the sound of dawn could no longer be heard......

The image of sorrow solidified into an ice blade cuts off the bond of mourning, the silk thread of the bond connects the sorrowful and angry anger, revealing the solemn coldness in the dance of the cherry blossoms, the hesitation transforms into a tired appearance, blurring the imprint of reality, the outline of the imprint clings to the flow of matter, reflecting the arrogant posture in the carnival season, the fear evolves into the shape of clouds, intimidating the blazing flame, the warm current of the flame caress the storm of dawn, and opens a flat avenue in the whirlpool of passion. Sadness, before I have tasted the taste of joy, I have returned to the sad past, hesitating, before I have reached the crowded intersection I met the wandering self, fear, I have not heard the scream of pain and succumbed to the true color of fear, all helplessness seems to be a chess piece arranged by fate in life, some have escaped and some can't escape after all. Monarch Mu Zizhen learned that his five cronies were killed by the night watchman's arrows and wept bitterly, he ordered the servants to decorate the entire castle in black and white to mourn the dead, and then let the musician put on mourning clothes and play mourning for three days and three nights, the ministers and soldiers heard the bad news and raised their fists in the hall, they had already taken a step back, but they did not expect to end up with such an ending, the monarch Jiang Xiyuan would rather become a miser than abandon the friendship between the two countries, his indifference and desperation sooner or later will be ruined in his own hands.

The monarch Mu Zizhen calmed down and decided to officially declare war on the country of the water abyss, he could no longer let his people become lambs to be slaughtered, and since the compassionate thought could not break the spell that was corrupted by evil, endless killing may be the only option to go to the top and destroy greed......

What kind of struggle does the flame of light and twilight permeate the sky at the same time, what kind of hurricane does death want to sweep in the countercurrent of hatred, what kind of hurricane does it want to sweep in the reverse current of hatred, whose heart will be corroded by resistance and submission and tearing at the mask of power at the same time, whose flesh will be corrupted by greed and sorrow, whose flesh will it want to freeze in the broken dreams, which piece of slanting shadow will be supported by redemption and depravity at the same time by indifference and ruthlessness, which faint light will it want to pry open in the abyss of loss. Counter-current can stimulate upward momentum or destroy the original original intention, sweet dreams are not a fragment of reality or a certain occurrence of bad luck, the abyss buries the length of time and the breadth of space, the wheel of life always runs inadvertently, and he still stays in place waiting for the next beginning. The monarch Mu Zizhen sent the phoenix and the unicorn to prepare to go to the country of the water abyss to extinguish their arrogance, the phoenix circled and flew into the sky and fell a cluster of blazing fire, the unicorn ran on the barren beach like a thunderbolt of lightning, just like the two beasts with the glory of reviving the country of fire spirits danced wildly between ruthless and amorous, the monarch Jiang Xiyuan learned the news of the imminent war and sent vultures and cheetahs to intercept, the vultures showed their sharp claws and sharp beaks, as if to condense all the hatred in their eyes, and the cheetah roared to the sky and dug one deep pit after another in the ground, as if to set many traps, the beasts of the monarch Jiang Xiyuan avoided the gray shadow and rushed forward in the wave of killing, and after a long trek, they met on the plateau.