Time is something that can make everything in the world constantly change, and it cannot be seen or touched. But over time, everything changes, including people.

I believe that after tonight, the little girl who has no heart and lungs all day long, giggling and laughing, will definitely have some changes, maybe good, maybe bad, but no matter what, this is already a fait accompli that cannot be changed. I wonder if that angelic smiling face will not exist tomorrow when the sun rises......

The night was still dark, but it was no longer quiet. Especially on the Qingming Mountain, in the Wanqing Gang, there are earth-shattering shouts and terrible wails everywhere, telling the trace of fear and fear in the depths of his heart. Accompanied by the splash of blood in the sky, the entire Wanqing Gang had already flowed into a river of blood.

And the person who caused this tragic situation was just a person, a madman who could no longer see his clothes, limbs and cheeks all over his body. Because he had already been dyed red by blood, because he was desperately wielding the knife in his hand, because he had already killed the red eye. The only thing he could see was his knife, the one that had killed an unknown number of people, whistling and shattering everything it could touch.

At this moment, Wuxin is really red-eyed, really like a madman, with red eyes, tearing apart anything that stands in his way. The blood on his body was slowly drying up, and new blood was constantly appearing, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the enemy's or his own. All he knew was that he was going to kill and take the man on his back "home".

Situ Feihong looked at the hellish scene in front of him, his whole person curled up, tightly holding the sword that had stabbed the enemy not long ago, and his teeth squeaked. He had never seen such a tragic situation, and he had never seen a person who killed people really like cutting grass, he was a little overwhelmed, but he couldn't retreat, because the Wanqing Gang had lost tonight, he couldn't just let the enemy go, otherwise the Wanqing Gang would be over from now on, not to mention that he had promised the master, who had lost his legs, that he would kill the enemy, and he didn't believe that the other party alone could kill all the people here.

"Whoever wants to cut off his head, give him a hundred taels of gold!" Situ Feihong shouted hoarsely at the crowd, now for the Wanqing Gang, one hundred taels of gold is already insignificant compared to killing the enemy in front of them.

The Wanqing Gang, who had already begun to retreat, hesitated for a moment when they heard this, and rushed towards the person worth a hundred taels of gold again, and they could hear that it was the voice of their young gang leader. There will be brave men under the heavy reward, and at this moment, they have long forgotten the fear of death, and their minds are full of yellow gold.

Wuxin, who was already about to be exhausted, saw the enemy rushing up like a dragon and a tiger again, and his heart sank to the bottom, but he was still waving the knife in his hand, and he didn't dare to slack off at all. His right hand is no longer conscious at the moment, just waving mechanically, and the desire to survive is driving this subconscious action.

Gradually, I saw the gate of Wanqing Villa, so close that I could see the swaying woods and birds flying up and down through the crack in the door. Regardless of whether it was an illusion or not, the hope in the bottom of the heartless heart finally rekindled, and he cut down the enemies in front of him, and moved towards the door with difficulty, one step, two steps, three steps......

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many enemies I fell, but at a distance of twenty or thirty paces, it felt like I had walked for a long, long time. No matter how long the process is, the good thing is that it has arrived, and it has finally arrived.

I didn't have time to stay, and with the last bit of strength, I jumped high and jumped up to the city wall above the village gate. Because even if you get to the door, you can't get out of the gate, and the front of the door has already been blocked by the enemy, both alive and dead. So Wuxin had no choice but to jump to the city wall and leave.

But is it really that easy? Just as he unintentionally jumped high and wanted to take this last step, countless weapons also roared at his back, as if they were about to cut him to pieces. But now Wuxin has no scruples, and he can't give up this last ray of life.

At the moment when countless weapons were about to fall on Wuxin's body, suddenly countless shining things fell overwhelmingly from above the city wall, landed on the bodies of the Wanqing Gang, and stabbed into their bodies, instantly letting out a miserable scream, struggling to throw away the weapons in their hands, and kept rolling around on the ground full of corpses.

Looking at the city wall again, the murderous "madman" had long since disappeared, and he fled.

Just as the Wuwanqing Gang fell to the ground and wailed, a figure quietly jumped down from the city wall and chased after the "blood monster" that had just rushed out of it. Dressed in fancy clothes, with long flowing hair and a folding fan in his hand, his body was extremely fast, and he disappeared into the twilight in a blink of an eye......

Looking at the mess in front of him, Situ Feihong was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the already empty city wall, and a mixture of fear and resentment surged into his heart.

The enemy eventually fled, and the Wanqing Gang was defeated after all, and he didn't know how to explain to his master.

Situ Feihong slowly walked to the gate, looked at the people who were constantly wailing, and clenched his fists tightly. Suddenly, he saw something shining on the ground, frowned, bent down and picked it up. It is a needle, a silver needle, which looks particularly bright in the moonlight.

Then he couldn't help but start looking around and noticed more than that. He instantly understood something, and understood why his subordinates suddenly fell to the ground and wailed at the last moment. He didn't stop, turned around and walked quickly in the direction of the secret room. Left behind a mess and severed limbs......

At the foot of Qingming Mountain, a figure looked at the fork in the road in front of him, standing there quietly, looking left and right, as if looking for something. The right hand slowly shook a folding fan, and the word "Nangong" was written on it.

It turned out that this person was the young man in Yunzhou City who had a relationship with Wuxin. The person he chased was Wuxin, but he, who boasted of his light achievements, didn't catch up with Wuxin, who was already covered with scars after just going through a vicious battle, and seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

The man shook his head helplessly, took out a piece of cloth from his arms, took out a charcoal pen, and wrote eight words on the cloth: "Serious injuries are nowhere to be found, details to be investigated." Then he whistled strangely, and saw a pigeon suddenly whistling from the woods. After the man had tied the strip of cloth to its feet, he flew quickly into the depths of the woods, and disappeared in an instant.

The man stopped for a moment, sped away towards one of the forks in the road, and soon disappeared......

A big war indicates the decline of the Wanqing Gang, not only because Chang Wanqing, the leader of the Wanqing Gang, who is famous in the rivers and lakes, is already a wasted person, but the most important thing is that the Wanqing Gang, which has a large number of people, actually let a teenager almost kill a piece of armor and come and go freely. It also indicates that from now on, there will be a number one person on the rivers and lakes, a teenager who single-handedly turned the Wanqing Gang upside down, and a teenager who kills people like grass.

But no one knew what this young man looked like, let alone who he was or where he came from, only that he was wearing a black cloak and holding a knife that killed people without blinking......

The deafening sound of water resounded through the canyon, echoing constantly between the mountain streams. A waterfall cascades down from a towering cliff and is spectacular. Both sides of the waterfall are densely wooded, so dense that there are almost no gaps visible, and occasionally a few unknown beast roars from the depths of the woods add a bit of primeval air to this canyon. The canyon is bottomless, and at a glance, you can only see that the bottom of the valley is faintly dark, and nothing else can be seen.

There is a cliff in the depths of the canyon, probably formed naturally by the passage of time, or it may have been washed by this cascading waterfall many years ago, and it stands quietly in the air.

A figure stood on the edge of the cliff, staring at the cathartic waterfall, not knowing what to think. I only saw that his brows were tightly furrowed, wrinkled deeply, and his pale face could not hide a trace of pain, as if he remembered some unbearable past. Behind him, there is a cave, and judging by the shape and shape of the cave entrance, it should be large and spacious inside.

At this moment, a figure stepped out of the cave, a girl with shoulder-length short hair and a coarse cloth robe, who seemed to be about the same age as the young man standing on the edge of the cliff. Underneath the slightly tired countenance, there is an invisible, firmness.

Hearing someone coming behind him, the young man who was originally frowning and looking pained immediately opened his eyes and exhaled a breath, and the previous trace of decay disappeared without a trace, becoming expressionless.

Looking at the thin but unusually majestic body standing in front of her, shrouded in a black cloak, the girl bit her lip and a flash of gratitude flashed in her eyes. Then he walked to the edge of the cliff and stood side by side with the young man.

"You've always lived here before?" the girl asked lightly, looking at the waterfall and mountains and forests in front of her, the tiredness on her face was slightly better, and a faint smile appeared. Seeing such a beautiful scenery is estimated to make anyone feel refreshed.

"Yes. The young man only replied lightly, as if he didn't want to mention the past too much, not to mention that he hadn't been back for a long time, after all, there was a memory here that he didn't want to remember.

"Then why did you leave? It's so beautiful here, I want to live here forever, never leave, no hatred, no fighting. The girl looked at everything in front of her wistfully and said, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh as she spoke, as if she remembered something, and the smile on her face disappeared.

"It's not as beautiful as you think, what you see is what you want to see here. No one wants to live here. The young man said lightly, his brows furrowed again.

"Why?" the girl asked, turning her head to look at the young man, confused.

"Because there are only dead people here. The young man said coldly, and couldn't help but glance down at the gloom in the depths of the mountain stream, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he reached out to cover his nose with the placket of his clothes, as if he had smelled the stench of rotting corpses.

"Have you seen it??" the girl asked, looking at the young man in surprise, a little incredulous.

But the young man seemed to be reluctant to discuss this topic, turned his head and walked to the cave, and said without looking back: "Prepare, we will leave tomorrow, I promised you to help you recapture the white jade sword." ”

The girl listened to the young man's words, stopped asking, glanced at the bottomless valley, and fell into deep thought......

It turned out that the young man standing on the edge of the cliff was the unintentional one who made a big fuss about the Wanqing Gang before, and he was also the young man of death who was now slowly spreading on the rivers and lakes.

And this slightly tired girl is the cute little girl who was rescued unintentionally, Lin Xuan. But it seems that she has really lost her original heartless and grinning appearance, and has become a little haggard, but between her eyebrows she looks stronger.

She's grown up, she's grown up from the first time she woke up when she was brought here by no intention to bring her here. The death of her father, the death of her grandfather, and the encounter of Qingming Mountain made her experience too much at once and mature too much. So she cut her hair short and cut off the two braids that had accompanied her for many years, just to make up her mind in her heart that sooner or later, she would avenge her dead father and grandfather.

More than a month has passed, and people have long forgotten the once famous Wanqing Gang, but no one has forgotten the man who was a man and a young man with a knife......

At the top of the towering cliff, a huge stone monument stands on the edge of the cliff, on which are written three words that are almost unreadable by the wind and rain - "Stream of the Dead......