The King of Huaxia frowned slightly as he looked at the patter of rain and the dancing peach blossoms outside the palace.
Then he looked at the brocade bag in his hand. He didn't open it. Instead, he held the brocade bag tightly, thinking about something.
After going down to court, the King of Huaxia returned to the Yuanxin Palace, frowned, and slowly opened the brocade bag.
The moment the kit was opened, a golden light illuminated the entire Yuxin Palace, emitting a dazzling light. Then a "卍" slowly floated out from the kit.
Then five lines of characters appeared behind the "卍": "The dark night is coming, the storm is surging, the world is in trouble, and China can only be settled when it comes out."
southwest
A barefoot monk walks on a thorny path filled with uneven sand and gravel. He will not hesitate to step on the thorns in front of him, whether they are sharp stones or sharp sawdust.
However, none of these left any trace on the soles of the ascetic's feet.
Suddenly, the ascetic monk frowned slightly and looked to the southwest. The dusk was tightening slightly, and then he accelerated his pace.
Linghuai Village
Dusk came in a trance, and a reddish glow appeared in the west. The rays of sunlight reflected in Linghuai Village, making the sky red. The dried up and scattered peach blossom trees seemed to be wearing pink clothes again.
Suddenly, a group of people dressed in black appeared at the entrance of Linghuai Village. These people covered their faces with black cloth, only revealing a pair of bright eyes.
These men in black were probably around thirty, and each of them exuded a sinister aura. The air suddenly seemed to become chilly, making people shiver.
The group of people stared at the village in front of them with stern eyes, as if they were looking at their prey.
At this time, the leader of the men in black slowly opened the fist he held with his half-raised arm. With a slight wave of his hand, the group of people moved quickly and swiftly, as if they had received professional training.
In the night, this group of people was compatible with the dark night, and soon they sneaked into Linghuai Village quietly. A short black thorn is exposed from the black sleeve. The black side of the broken thorn matches the darkness of the night. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to spot the broken thorn that suddenly emerges from the sleeve.
The group of people quickly started massacring Linghuai Village. Screams broke out one after another, and some villagers were killed before they even had time to react.
Under the dark night, the firelight of Linghuai Village was mixed with pitiful screams, reaching into the sky under the gentle breeze. The fleeing villagers fell one after another. These men in black were like demons, ruthlessly slaughtering everyone in Linghuai Village. They showed no mercy, even to babies who were less than half a month old. Let it go.
At this time, a man in black walked into a dilapidated house. The man in black frowned slightly and stared at the woman in front of him in disbelief. He couldn't help but sigh that there were people living in this house.
The woman's face was pale, her eyes were full of fear, her body could not stop trembling slightly, and she was originally shrinking back.
The man in black had a hint of indifference behind his black mask, and he approached the woman step by step. Within a short distance of the woman, he suddenly raised his right arm. The moment he raised his right arm, a black thorn suddenly popped out of his sleeve. , the broken thorn drew an arc like a shooting star, the movement was clean and neat.
The woman's pupils suddenly gathered, and then became dim. With a bang, the woman's body fell heavily to the ground, raising a trace of dust.
The man in black looked around. The dilapidated houses were eerily quiet, making him frown slightly, fearing that he might have missed something.
At this time, a drop of blood slowly rolled down from the black broken thorn, and a subtle knocking sound made him turn away without hesitation and continue to join the team of hunters.
After the man in black left, the drops of blood fell on the soil, reflecting a "swastika" the size of a fingernail.
At this time, a small head suddenly poked out from the corner of the ruined wall.
