"Run faster, faster, don't be overtaken!"

On the night of the rainstorm, the boy ran like crazy to the mountains. His left hand clutched tightly over his chest, as if guarding something of great importance.

The ground was muddy, and the muddy water was splashed by the hurried footsteps, which stirred him up.

As soon as the muddy water splashed on his cheeks, it was washed away by the heavy rain.

At the moment, the boy couldn't care so much, and ran towards his destination in a violent storm.

His clothes were soaked and heavier, and his pants and cuffs were filled with water, shaking violently with his running posture, which really caused a lot of trouble.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The young man's heart became more and more anxious, the outside world was a cold and rainy night, but his heart was as if he was burned on a fire.

"Bang--" A loud bang slowly came from behind him, and a huge shockwave spread, knocking him to the ground at the foot of the mountain.

The boy rolled over and took a lot of muddy water in his mouth. He scrambled to his feet and looked at the distant fire. Even torrential rain did not extinguish the blazing flames.

The flames burned and roared, reducing the houses to ashes and engulfing the people who had not yet fled.

In the sea of fire, people with pale hair came out of it expressionlessly. There was still fire on their arms, but the expressions on their faces didn't change in the slightest, as if they didn't feel pain at all. They slowly looked in the direction of the boy, a strange smile on their pale faces.

The boy snapped back to his senses, wiped the rain from his face, and continued to run.

The home in the fire was gone, and he was the last survivor.

In the lookout platform stuffed by the black dust, Situ Zhenyang looked at the dark sky, and slowly raised his hand to catch the heavy rain.

The rain falls into the palm of your hand and gradually gathers together. One drop, two drops......

He stared at the rain, slowly starting.

"Oh no, no, no!" Xiao Li hurriedly ran to the watchtower and reported to Situ Zhenyang: "Captain, there is something strange at the barrier!"

"What?" he froze for a moment, his body trembling slightly, and the rain in his palms was all spilled.

"Let me in! Let me in!" the boy flapped the enchantment in almost despair. The transparent shield cut off the last bit of distance between himself and the black dust. The rain is held back in control and then slowly drip down the ground in an arc, deep into the soil.

In front of him was the place he had greatly expected, only one step away, but it seemed extremely far away.

"You... Where else do you want to run?" In the midst of the torrential rain, the boy still heard the cold female voice that made him desperate.

His body stiffened, and the fist he had just raised to smash the enchantment hovered in mid-air. His breath was lost in the sound of the rain, and the only hope in his eyes was completely shattered.

In the darkness, a purple stream of air marched like a snake, slowly wrapping around him, and then continuing to climb, wrapping around his legs and around his waist. More and more air currents converged, covering his entire body. The purple air currents formed an endless abyss, devouring the young life bit by bit.

The boy slowly closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.

"Failed ......"

Situ Zhenyang and the others hurried to the barrier, looked at the empty land, and found no trace.

"Could it be that some beast accidentally bumped into it?" asked Xiao Li with some embarrassment.

"No!" Situ Zhenyang shook his head, then walked straight to the front of the enchantment and leaned down. Heavy rain washes away a lot of information, but occasionally it is missed.

In the mud ahead, there was a tattered piece of stationery.

The wind is blowing, and the wind is mixed with bitterness, like a shackle imprisoning Mo Yuyi (18 years old) in the black dust. The wind passed through the ink bamboo forest in front of him, and with Yuichi's infinite longing, it drifted to the outside world and never came back.

Yu glanced at the dense bamboo forest in the distance, curious about what it was like outside the bamboo forest.

This question has been bothering him for years, but he still hasn't been able to figure it out. Only those who have seen it in person are qualified to comment, no matter how rich their imagination is, but it is just an ethereal illusion, which cannot satisfy the curiosity of teenagers.

"Since you can't figure it out, let's lie down for a while. Mo Yuyi lay down on the hillside and closed his eyes.

Another gust of wind swayed the corners of his coat and the feather necklace he was wearing. This mild weather, coupled with the mild wind, made people drowsy, and in a daze, Yuichi's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell asleep directly on the hillside, recalling so many years of growth in his mind.

Black Dust, an incomparably familiar but distant term, kept wandering in his mind. It gave the people the happiest life and kept them in captivity forever.

Mo Yuyi knew that there were other regions in the world, but he never had the opportunity to see them, so he could only imagine what the world would look like in his mind.

He likes to look at the periphery of the bamboo forest, where an invisible protective shield stands to separate the black dust from the outside world, in order to protect himself.

This rule was left by the ancestors, and the reason is rarely mentioned. But complete isolation is obviously impossible, especially when safety is at stake, and no one believes that a single barrier can keep the enemy from thousands of miles away.

Almost all the elders believed that it was better to take the initiative than to sit and wait, so the guards at the border would always pay attention to the situation and report it to the elders of the central district of Black Dust in time. As soon as they deem it necessary, they will send their troops out to help their neighboring partners through the difficult times.

In his recollection, he can't remember how many expeditions he had, but if he was most impressed by the fiasco, it was the fiasco five years ago.

The specific details could not be remembered, but Mo Yu remembered that when the people happily welcomed everyone back, the whole scene fell into a dead silence.

There were only a few returnees, wearing torn armor and covered in blood, facing the people with great guilt.

In that battle, the eldest brother Mo Feng and the second brother Mo Leiling were all killed on the battlefield, and the rest of the family also suffered heavy losses; in that battle, my father rescued a poor girl and named her Mo; in that battle, the words "Dementor" slowly entered everyone's field of vision......

Mo Yuyi still remembered that at that time, the sky was full of white paper money, and the people of the Mo family wore linen and filial piety, carrying the only corpse slowly to the cemetery. The people on the side of the road were mourning in silence, and the people of the Mo family were crying. Mo Ming mingled in the crowd, her head bowed, and there were constant eyes on her around her. It was as if they were playing a vicious spell, and their mouths were constantly muttering, cursing, and insulting the scourge of the black dust. Perhaps in their eyes, and even in the eyes of everyone, this girl is the starting point of all hatred.

And he was standing beside Mo Ming at that time, gently holding her cold hand, and walking forward.

"Brother Yu...... Brother Yu ...... "The sleeping Yuichi was woken up, but he didn't know when the girl next to him appeared.

The girl wore a dark green hairpin with a faint "bamboo" engraved on it. She wore her hair draped and had oblique bangs on her forehead that covered her left eye. When the wind blows, it reveals a pair of watery eyes, which appear very clear.

She was wearing a milky white dress, sitting beside her, with a purple bell hanging around her waist, gently swaying in the wind, making a crisp "ding" sound.

"Ziying, how did you find me?" Yu Yi asked as he got up lazily.

Zhu Ziying (16 years old) looked a little helpless and said, "What else do you say, what day is today, forgot?" She looked into the distance again and muttered: "Besides, this is the place, you will come back." ”

"I remember the coming-of-age ceremony, of course, but I prefer a quiet place to a noisy crowd. ”

Zhu Ziying held her chin with her hand and asked, "Brother Yu, do you really want to go outside?"

"Come on, it's probably because I'm so used to being in the black dust that I want to go outside. Mo Yuyi stood up and patted the dust off his body. "You say, if you stay at home for a long time, will you yearn for a bigger blue sky?"

"Then what if it's not as good as you think, won't you be disappointed?"

"Yes, but this is what I am looking forward to, and it can be regarded as a dream come true, it doesn't matter if it's good or not, as long as you see it once, you can take it away. He looked at Ziying, "Even if I am disappointed, the things I am looking forward to have come to an end, and there will be no more illusions." What do you say?"

Seeing the other party's gaze, Zhu Ziying couldn't help blushing, turned her head to the side, and hesitated: "That... uh..."

"Okay, let's go, we're going to be late!" Mo Yu couldn't help but laugh lightly when he saw the girl's thinking and patted her on the shoulder.

Ziying was taken aback, looked at Yu Yi coldly, and then immediately stepped forward and followed him closely.

The Central District of Black Dust, the most prosperous place in the entire region, is like a heart, directing the operation of the huge body of Black Dust. In the central area stands a huge sculpture of the Twin Birds, and when the sunlight shines on the statue, the entire Twin Birds emit a golden light.

The bird is a god in the eyes of the people of the Black Dust, and a large-scale event is held every year to worship it. The bird's head is held high, and its wings are spread out, in the form of flying, and the momentum is magnificent.

Behind the statue is the council chamber, which is a place where the various families of Heichen gather to discuss matters, and the patriarch of the family serves as the elder of the council, and several outstanding and intelligent children of the family are brought to be councilors to deal with problems together.

And in today's conference room, the patriarchs of the thirteen great families sat together. The children of the family all went to the coming-of-age ceremony, and they were the only ones who stayed. The faces of the people in the room were solemn, and in front of them stood two intelligence officers, who bowed their heads and did not speak. On the conference table was a tattered piece of stationery with scribbled handwriting.

Shen Tuo (Speaker, the head of the elders, and the head of the Shen family) left his seat, put his hands behind his back, and said, "So, according to your report, those guys are coming back?"

"Yes, Elder, Situ Zhenyang and I have repeatedly investigated, it's them, they're really back!" replied one of the intelligence officers.

"Duan Zhiyu. Elder Zhang (Zhang Yongliang, the patriarch of the Zhang family) asked the intelligence officer, "How sure are you that the information is true?"

Duan Zhiyu (23 years old) pursed his lips and pondered, but did not answer immediately.

"As an intelligence officer, determining the authenticity of information is the most basic thing, don't you even understand this?" Seeing this, Elder Zhang immediately snorted.

Situ Zhenyang (20 years old) stepped forward and clasped his hands into fists: "The elder is angry, when we arrived, there was only this piece of paper left on the ground, and several of us repeatedly studied the content, plus the analysis of the surrounding environment, and then came to a conclusion, so we hurriedly reported to the elders." ”

Elder Lei Guang read the contents of the letter again, perhaps due to the urgency of the situation, forced by the war, the letter paper was crumpled badly, damaged, and there were several sharp scratches, which should be caused by the messenger carrying it on his body and being injured by the enemy.

The letter was still stained with blood, and it read: "Zichen is once again under photo... Invasion, powerless to resist, request for support!"

"Situ Zhenyang and Duan Zhiyu are very good intelligence officers, I believe in them. Elder Lei put down the letter.

Zhao Fu touched his beard and squinted at the broken evidence, "If the information is correct, then this is an emergency, and troops must be sent immediately!"

"I want to comprehend the power of the Dementor, I suffered such a big loss to Heichen five years ago, this account can't just be settled!"

Zhang Yongliang glanced at Shen Tuo, and then looked at the ceremonial platform that had been set up outside, so he asked, "Elder Shen, is there an emergency meeting?"

"Today is a coming-of-age ceremony, so I'm afraid it's not appropriate. Mrs. Bamboo, the only female elder in the conference room, spoke, "These children are looking forward to this day. The coming-of-age ceremony means so much to them, they will fade away and embrace the future in a mature way, and we can't let so many children down, can we?"

Shen Tuo stood by the window, looking at the grand ceremonial platform next to the statue. The ceremonial platform was decorated with great grandeur, and the square in front of the stage was filled with clansmen and important elders of various families, and behind the stage were a group of children waiting to appear. They laughed and waited, a little nervous, seemed a little uneasy, and some even stood on tiptoe and secretly looked at their relatives in the audience.

"I agree with Elder Zhu that it can't be held yet, at least until the coming-of-age ceremony is over. Mo Hao exhaled, he seemed to hesitate for a long time, forgetting the fear that had accumulated for a long time in his heart for a while.

"Okay, I agree. Shen Tuo nodded, "The coming-of-age ceremony will be held normally, after the ceremony, convene a meeting of all the elders and councilors, and don't spread this matter for the time being!"