Author: Battle of Tiandu

At the east end of the village, under an old willow tree with lush foliage, there are seven or eight children playing in a group at this moment.

One of them, a little boy who was a little older, sighed like a little adult, and then said with a wicked smile on his face:

"Hey, it's so boring to play with you guys, why don't we go and see that monster that can't speak!"

A group of children clapped their palms and shouted happily.

"Aren't you afraid of the old village chief's punishment?" said a little girl in fear.

"What are you afraid of, the old village chief doesn't have time to see that monster every day, as long as we are careful, it will definitely not be easy to be discovered", the older boy, he put his hands on his hips, and said fearlessly.

"I'm still not going, the monster looks very pitiful, you want to go, you go!" said the little girl, turning and walking back to her house.

"She's not going, let's go, let's go!" we'll go now," said the older boy, glancing at his companion who had run away, and then turned his head to follow his companion, who was a year or two younger than himself.

It seemed that this was not the first time they had done this as they bounced and giggled as they picked up finger-sized rocks on the ground and kicked them into their pockets.

At this moment, in the east of this small mountain village, in the backyard of the old village chief's house, at the door of a small house made of mud.

There was a man with a scarred face, and the eyeballs in his two eye sockets were dull, staring blankly into the distance.

His eyelids barely blinked, and he sat on the ground in a daze, leaning against the mud wall like a puddle of mud.

There was a soft click.

Suddenly, a pebble flew and hit the wall where the man was leaning.

Then there was a burst of laughter and laughter from the group of children.

"Well, this monster is a fool who can't speak," said the half-grown child, who had the mischievous character of a village child, put down his hand that threw stones, and said to a group of children behind him:

"Come, follow me and stone this ugly monster to death."

"Okay, okay," a group of small children threw the small stones they had picked up on the road at the man who looked like a stone.

The crackling stones, like a shower of rain, smashed down on the man's head and face.

The man with a dirty, unkempt face, even if he was thrown and smashed by this group of children, he didn't make a sound.

Even his body didn't move for half a minute, his eyes were still so empty, and his face was still expressionless, no different from a pool of stagnant water, almost identical.

"Kill you ugly monster, kill you dirty monster," the group of children from afar screamed as they threw rocks at the man.

At this moment, the rising sun, and the next moment, a dazzling beam of sunlight suddenly shone into the hollow and godless eyes of the man who looked like a dead man.

He seemed to feel a lot of dislike for this ray of sunlight, and he slowly closed his dull eyes out of natural reaction, and there were no other superfluous movements.

However, at this time, the group of children, screaming in their mouths, picked up the small stones on the ground and continued to throw them.

"Roll the calves for me, you little bunnies, here you are again, see if I don't tell your parents." An old voice suddenly sounded from the front yard.

"The old village chief is here, everyone run", the group of children with an average age of about eight or nine years old, saw the corner of the road, there was an old man in Mai who staggered over to a mile, they showed a trace of fear, and quickly dispersed.

"It's a bunch of uneducated little kids, who come every day to bully this big brother, if I catch you, I'll have to hang you up and beat you."

The old village chief raised his right hand tremblingly, and pointed to the group of children who had escaped, shouting and scolding.

"Hey, you're such a miserable child."

The old village chief suddenly looked at the man whose nose was blue and swollen by the stone, and sighed.

He then got up and entered the hut, brought a bowl of water, looked at it with some unbearable eyes, leaned against the wall and slightly closed his eyes, and patted the man's dirty clothes again.

The man did not react to the old village chief's actions, and he still leaned to the side indifferently.

The old village chief muttered to himself sadly: "Poor child, old man, I have no choice but to arrange you here, but it has made you suffer a little, I hope your family can find this place as soon as possible."

"Judging from your preliminary situation, I don't know where you came from, I don't know what your name is, and I don't know if there are any relatives in your family."

"The mountain roads in our village are difficult to walk, and it is really inconvenient to go out, but I hope you have your own natural appearance, sober up as soon as possible!"

Meanwhile.

In a confined space that did not exist at all, the sky was full of thick black smoke, which was simply dim.

In this confined space, there is not even a trace of light, and it is impossible to make any sound, it is really quiet and a little scary.

I saw a wisp of unconscious remnant ghost, like a wisp of smoke, slowly shuttling through these thick black smoke.

It didn't know when it had come here, it didn't know what it had come here for, it didn't know what it had come here for, it seemed that it had forgotten the purpose of coming here.

From time to time, it changes its shape, intertwined with the black smoke that is out of place.

He just had no clue, aimlessly following the black smoke, slowly drifting with the flow like water.

It seems that it will continue like this, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it will be swallowed by these thick black smoke, and melt into this black smoke to become their nourishment.

Time flies by like a white horse, and time comes to summer and early autumn.

Every early autumn night, nothing different happens, and the sky is as bright and starry as ever.

A moon, as if it had been bitten by a dog, hung in the deepest part of the moon's vault like a broken mirror.

Wisps of silver-white moonlight swayed on the earth, plating the land with a layer of silver-white gauze.

In this mountain with many peaks and peaks, the temperature has plummeted, and from the scorching heat of summer, it has slowly begun to turn cold.

At this time, in this small mountain village, there are still scattered sporadically, a few candles are bright, and a few dogs bark from time to time in the small mountain village.

Soon after, a cloud of flowing white mist, blown by a cool cold wind, stretched down from the top of the lush mountain forest, enveloping the small mountain village.

This small mountain village, which is like a paradise, was soon shrouded in a layer of haze, and it was almost impossible to see.

There was no candle in the hut at the east end of the village, and it was pitch black, except for a man who looked like a dead man, leaning on a wooden bed.

Suddenly, a pair of beads shining with crystal clear light suddenly appeared in this wooden house, which looked quite strange.

However, these two crystal-clear rays of light only disappeared in a flash, and soon disappeared into invisibility, and the source of this light was only the person leaning on the bed, inadvertently emitted.

In the past few months, he has been as sluggish as ever, and there is no sign of improvement, although most of the bones in his body have miraculously healed together.

However, it only looks like it has recovered, and its vital organs such as swelling and intestines are deteriorating towards failure.

Thousands of miles away from this remote mountain village are winding and undulating, towering mountain ranges.

At this moment, it was the dead of night, and some unknown wild birds made an incomparable "cooing" sound.

In a cave as straight as a sword, there is a natural cave, and there is still a dim fire at this moment, and under closer inspection, there are many shadowy figures walking around.

At this moment, beside a long boulder, there are still seven or eight figures, as if they are discussing something.

"Brother Zhang, the brothers' rations have been a little insufficient recently, you have a lot of ideas, let's find a way first!", a bearded man with a thick beard squinted at the middle-aged man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist directly above.

"Have you eaten all the things you stole last month?" The man sitting at the top of the house, with dark skin all over his body and a tiger head tattoo on his chest, twisted up and down between the man's breath and breath, and this person looked quite strong.

"It's not that you don't know, we also have a dozen brothers here, and the little food we had last time had already been eaten up," said a man who looked like an officer and soldier.

"No food, it's a top priority, let me think of a way," said the leader of the seemingly men, frowning and touching the stubble on his chin.

The rest of the people were silent, waiting for the man to make an idea.

He pondered for a moment, glanced at the person on his left and asked:

"Wu Laosan, do you have anyone under your command who knows who is near this Black Wind Ridge, it is the autumn harvest season, and it must not be a problem to get some rations."

"This"...... Wu Laosan hesitated slightly, frowned and said: "We are also fleeing here, there are poor mountains and bad rivers here, there must not be any people, I will take people around tomorrow to see if there are any villages."

"Well, let's do this first, be careful not to make any big moves, we are all deserters, let the barracks of Tianshui Country know, we will no longer have a place to live."

"Brother Zhang, don't worry, I know what to do, and I will never let the news that we are deserters be revealed", Wu Laosan nodded and said.

"That's okay, let's all go and rest separately! With the rations, if we stay here for a while, it's time to change places, the war between Tianshui Country and Chijing Country may be going on now, and it's already very good that we can save this little life."

The strong man surnamed Zhang took a sip of hot water and said slowly.

When everyone heard this, they nodded thoughtfully, hugged their fists at the big man surnamed Zhang, and turned around to leave.