In front of the majestic silver-white stele at the foot of the ruined city, listen to the endless discussion in the snow of the relic. or criticize and blame those negative behaviors, or encounter similar sorrows and sorrows.

When Xu Xiake's name echoed in his ears, those voices gradually converged, and then fell silent.

With the wind and snow drifting into the ears, the introduction of Xu Xiake's legacy is only nine words.

Su Tang Xu Xiake, the details are unknown.

Compared with the previous collection of character stories, this few numbers are quite shabby, but they have attracted everyone's attention.

"Su Tang people?" said the twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy who claimed to be hurt by love pulled away from his grief and was attracted by the name mentioned in the posthumous wind record.

There was no war in the Jiazi Year of the Spring and Autumn Five Kingdoms, and the rivers and lakes had long been indistinguishable from each other, but it was the first time in several years that Su Tang's heartbroken people appeared to destroy Nuo City.

"Yes, isn't it true that the people of Su Tang are not in the city of Nuo?" asked Xu Xiake, who was behind the old cloth wrapping knife, casually.

In fact, he was quite shocked in his heart.

Thinking about blending into the team halfway, he only walked more than ten miles in Yinchuan Snow Ridge, and he didn't reveal his name and Su Tang's household registration to anyone halfway, how did Nuo City know his origin?

Did you expose your whereabouts when you stopped at the inn, or were you secretly watched by someone since you stepped into the realm of Beiyan?

Xu Xiake is unknown.

Thinking of the mausoleum in the past, Master mentioned the secret organizations in the rivers and lakes that were responsible for collecting intelligence information, and at first he didn't believe it, but now he has experienced it himself, and he is amazed and extraordinary.

The young man glanced at him and said, "Probably not." Since the stele says that the world is full of sad people, I don't think there will be a difference in the country. ”

The teenager paused: "It's just ......"

Xu Xiake was curious: "What's wrong?"

The young man thought to himself, since the Legacy Record can't find out the story behind you, shouldn't he be so hasty to admit you into the city, right? He shook his head, the rules of the city are presided over by the city lord, so why should he worry about this heart.

Leaving his doubts behind, the boy said, "It's nothing, maybe I'm thinking too much." ”

Xu Xiake nodded silently.

He knew very well that he was not the sad person mentioned here, and he was just walking around casually in the territory of Beiyan, and he didn't force it to enter the city or not......

The legacy is coming to an end.

In everyone's sight, a figure covered in a black robe appeared on the steps of the mighty giant city, walking down the steps to the sky. Behind the man, overhead, to be exact, above the city of Destroyer, there were bursts of dancing red plums mixed with a tumultuous snowflake as if driven by a fierce wind.

Tumbling and tumbling, falling and coming.

After destroying the stele at the foot of the city, the people who came to seek a place for the rest of their lives looked silently, looking at the black-robed messenger who received it, and looking at the red plum snowflakes floating in the sky of the city. Faces are either amazed or wary.

The old-fashioned young man beside Xu Xiake was also looking up at the sky, different from the people around him, but there was a melancholy look in his eyes, revealing a long-lost look of déjà vu. It was as if this situation reminded him of some past events that should not have been forgotten but inexplicably disappeared from memory.

This scene was taken into Xu Xiake's eyes.

He was curious, but suddenly he heard the young man muttering to himself, "Damn it!"

Who should be damned?

Xu Xiake's scrutinizing gaze fell on the young man's face, and before he could open his mouth to ask, he had already seen the answer.

Because the messenger in a black robe walked to the stele, and because the red plum snowflakes like bees and butterflies fluttered on everyone's shoulders and hair.

So some people began to fall silently, in the snow.

One, two, three...... Those who fell to the ground had a common trait, their clothes and hair were all stained with the red plums wafting from the self-destructive city.

They fell to the ground, and then their bodies began to shrink, and their clothes began to burn, as if they had been corroded with such intensity and terrible intensity that they turned into pools of blood between breaths.

Plum-shaped blood water.

In the center of the bloody water, there are plum blossoms lying quietly.

Bone plum.

......

There was fear in front of the stone monument at the foot of the ruined city.

Witnessing the people around him silently fall to the ground and turn into blood, those heartbroken people who were lucky enough to survive and not be chosen by Hongmei began to flee and collide with each other like ghosts during the day...... When he found that all but the huge city was surrounded by cliffs, he wanted to bury himself in the snow.

But they can't really do that. Therefore, they coincidentally found dependence and backing, trying to get protection.

They hid behind the messenger of the city of Destruction with a hastily face, their eyes fixed on the plum blossoms in the snow. If their eyes can be used to kill, they will definitely choose to kill the life-devouring bone plum without hesitation.

Including the two who did not move at all from beginning to end, and behaved extremely weird.

Yes, Xu Xiake, who was shocked in his heart, did not move. He glanced at the blood-colored plum blossoms that were all over the ground, and even though the pungent smell of blood made him frown deeply and a little disgusting, he still endured it.

Because the boy did not move either.

The young man with a twelfth or thirteen-year-old appearance, but in his bones revealing a mature temperament comparable to that of a middle-aged man, no longer reminisced and confused, he withdrew his gaze that looked deeply at the sky, and then looked around calmly and indifferently.

He folded his hands, and there was no expression on his face, which he couldn't tell whether it was immature or resolute, as if he had long been accustomed to the scene in front of him.

And he stood there in silence for a long time.

He sighed to himself, and a gust of wind swept around him.

The wind came from nowhere, blowing the snow on the ground, the cliffs and the steles, dancing as if the sky had never stopped.

At the foot of the city is carved the other side of the seven-character stele that encompasses the sad people in the world, covered with thick snow. As the wind picked up, the snow was blown away, thinner and thinner, thinner and thinner, until there were traces of it.

That's the mark of the lettering.

There are also seven powerful words engraved on it, which become clearer and clearer with the wind and snow, and they are: Kill all the negative people in the world!

The young man with an extraordinary temperament who judged the two of them took a step towards the heavenly steps of Nuo City.

He finally remembered who he was.

He is a sad person, and he is also Shen Zhifeng, the city lord of Ruinuo City, who personally engraved the sad people in the world and killed the bad people in the world.

The Shen legacy of Beiyan.

Shen Yifeng took a step forward, his five fingers together like claws and grabbed behind him, and he actually pulled out a white robe embroidered with blood-colored red plums from the snowy snow soaked in blood.

He draped his white robe over his shoulders.

His movements were so dashing that the white robe lifted the wind and snow, and a snowflake fell silently on the ends of his hair, like ink dripping into clear water, embellishing the green silk into a white head.

Shen Yifeng turned white.

When the messenger in a black robe saw the return of the city lord, he knocked respectfully on the ground and called, "Welcome the city lord." ”

There was also an earth-shattering sound in the majestic giant city: "Welcome the return of the city lord." ”

Those sad people who had been screened by the Legacy Record were really frightened, and before they could recover from the scene of the Bone Blossom, they were shocked by this strange silver-haired city lord. Like the walking dead, they did not have time to think, so they trembled and fell to their knees in unison, and greeted them with the most reverent gesture.

Shen Yifeng, who has left a lot of legends in the rivers and lakes, naturally won't look at them.

In fact, since he was hurt by love that year, there is no one worth remembering for him.

So he walked up the stairs and walked without any worries.

But Xu Xiake called him.