The west wind is strong, and the rain falls.

By dusk, the sky was gray.

Looking down from the sky, there is a faint white line among the dense trees under Sanming Mountain.

If you look closely, Bai Lian is an official road, narrow and winding, like a twisted python.

Da-da-da-da!

At this time, on the official road, there was a yellow-maned horse galloping.

But strangely, it was empty at once, except for the remnants of blood on the saddle, which had been washed away by the rain and turned into a faint red hairspring, which was evenly spread on the bronze saddle.

Bang!

The serpentine lightning turned the horse's face white, and then the rolling thunder came from the sky, which was extremely piercing.

The yellow-maned horse was suddenly frightened, and even faster and galloped wildly.

After more than ten minutes, the horse's hooves seemed to have stepped on a trap set by the hunter in the mountains, or a hole in the rainstorm, and the yellow-maned horse threw itself forward, and then fell heavily on the side of the muddy road, and was killed.

The sky had completely darkened, there was no light around, and the woods exuded a strange aura of black oppression.

The yellow-maned horse's body suddenly moved, and a figure emerged from under the horse.

It was a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, carrying a short knife upside down, and his eyes were like eagles.

The gray suit on his body was already soaked, and blood was still gushing out from time to time from several scars on his back.

As soon as he appeared, he rolled in the mud and threw himself into the woods by the side of the road to better integrate himself into the darkness.

Washed away by the rain, the trail of rolling behind him quickly disappeared.

Although his face was covered with mud, he could still tell from his face that he was a beautiful boy.

A teenager of his age was supposed to squander his youth in a sword club to promote rebellion, carefree under the shadow of his parents, and delusional in peace about what the future would be.

But he should never be so embarrassed to appear in the dark at the foot of Sanming Mountain, a place that even the fierce hunters around him dare not set foot on easily.

Call...

Xia Ren felt that the small box wrapped in green cloth in his arms was still there, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

If it hadn't happened to be heavy rain and the sky was dark, he had wittily hid under the belly of the horse, I am afraid that this life would have been confessed to Sanming Mountain.

After all, that group of bandits that even the government didn't dare to encircle and suppress!

This time it was really fateful, but luckily it worked.

In this way, after returning to the family, the people of the clan should be able to give their ignorant brother a decent exercise.

But Xia Ren didn't dare to relax in the slightest, he carefully bowed his body, like a wounded beast walking through the dark, and the short knife occasionally brushed away the weeds and broken branches that were covering in front of him.

He didn't dare to return to the official road, but silently estimated the direction in his heart, and ran as far as possible into the dense forest.

In the early morning of tomorrow, you should be able to go around to the west gate of Maple Leaf City, and you only need to find a place to wait until the end of the night ban before you can enter the city.

At that time, the task of stealing the Qingshui Jade will be completely completed.

These people from the sect are really too hateful, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the third elder issued this task for the sake of his new concubine, but he insisted that he needed the conditioning aura of Qingshui Jade when practicing.

The people who split up the family worked hard and gave away many rare treasures, all they did was that the people of the clan could give some practice resources, and get a reliable book at their children's family rituals, instead of going mad or going mad.

It's simply not fair!

How can a member of the clan enjoy the best, while the divider needs their alms to make ends meet?

The rain didn't stop, but Xia Ren didn't feel the cold, a flame burned in his stomach, and the wounds on his back became numb from the flames.

The boy clenched the handle of the short knife tightly, as if to shatter it. He felt like a monster lurking in his body that could not be comforted.

But this anger could not be vented wantonly, and the fear of being caught up made him instinctively suppress it in order to keep calm.

"Zongjia—" he let out a low growl like a beast.

After another two or three hours of hurried walking in the chaotic forest, the tension from the previous escape had slowly subsided.

The showers had subsided a lot, turning into a drizzle of drizzle drifting in the night wind.

A feeling of extreme fatigue spread from the bottom of his heart, Xia Ren felt that his eyelids couldn't help but close, he felt that his body was a little hot, but this heat warmed him at this time, making him want to fall asleep.

"For the sake of the little words, I will definitely be able to persevere!" he gritted his teeth to cheer himself up.

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Click!

Suddenly, a strange bolt of lightning mixed with scattered colored points of light pierced the black cloud and shot down.

The lightning bolt is not stout and unforked. But where it passed, the space was unbelievably distorted, and this was only a short moment for the human eye.

The lightning was impartial and went straight towards the gray-clothed young man, and before Xia Ren could react, he felt that there was only a bright light left in his sight.

He was struck by this lightning, and his entire body, including all his internal organs, glowed with bright silver thunder, and the scattered colored points of light attached to the thunder light directly fused into his body.

The thunder light quickly dissipated, and the strange thing was that Xia Ren actually didn't suffer any damage.

He slowly opened his eyes...

There was no anger in his eyes at all, but the exhaustion after drunkenness.

"Where is this?" Xia Ren rubbed his head, but was surprised to find that his drunken headache had disappeared.

"Could it be that he has overslept?" or are you still dreaming?" Xia Ren muttered, at this time, the faint pain of the wound on his back made his eyes pause, he reached out and touched his back, spreading out his palm, but saw that his hands were stained with blood.

Xia Ren couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said to himself: "This blood, this pain, and this rain, this dense forest, if it is a dream, how can it be so real?"

By the faint light, he hurriedly lowered his head and began to look at himself, wearing a gray sweatshirt soaked and stained with grass juice and earth, and holding a short knife with a wooden handle in his right hand, and there were thin cracks on the blade and a little blood red that penetrated the cracks.

The left hand is to protect the green cloth bag in his arms.

Inside is the green water jade of this mission item!

"How do I know that this is Qingshui Jade, and what is Qingshui Jade?" Xia Ren's eyes showed a look of confusion.

This doubt seemed to be a fuse, and as soon as it flashed, it was accompanied by a stinging pain that ripped through the nerves, and a huge stream of information was pounding the fragile nerve tubes in the mind.

"It hurts!!It hurts!" Xia Ren fell to his knees.

Two different memories collided and swallowed up each other in his mind. The pain was so intense that he had to pull his hair frantically to get better.

I don't know how long it was, but it seemed like a short moment, and he slowly calmed down and gasped heavily.

It's over.

Xia Ren opened his eyes, and his pupils flashed with a smile instead of drunken exhaustion.