004 night
A ghostly figure landed on the cliff, looking at the young man in front of him who looked like an orchid in a deep valley, "Master Marquis, Mrs. Yue and her daughter were captured by the Emperor of Yue. //. 78 No pop-up window, update soon // ~"
The confidant's face changed drastically, and he took a step forward, "Master Marquis, Mrs. Yue cannot die..."
The young man turned around, half of his face covered by the green beast's ghost face was calm and indifferent, without joy or anger, "That stupid snake loves incense, and Madam Yue's ability to mix spices is enough to keep her alive in the country of Yue.
He looked back at the abyss beneath the cliff, and his long and even fingertips gently touched the ring in his hand.
As for peace...
You should live as a dead soldier, right?
In this case, she will definitely hate him to the core.
The childish, agile and beautiful face appeared in front of my eyes.
It was as if he could imagine what her expression would be like when she saw him again.
He smiled faintly, looking forward to their meeting again.
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Ping An was carried into the training camp, and the first thing he saw was blood splattering everywhere and mutilated corpses everywhere.
The training camp is more like a human slaughterhouse than a training ground for dead soldiers.
The man in black threw her in a corner of the training ground like a baggage, and followed the cold and charming woman away.
There were many people coming and going in the field, all busy fighting the wolf, and no one paid attention to her.
There was a thick smell of blood in his nose, blood splashed in front of his eyes, broken limbs and broken bones, and screams were heard, all of which stimulated Ping An's senses.
This place can no longer be described with just the word 'horrible'.
Unprecedented fear swept over her. Looking at the wolves that might pounce on her at any time, Shuo Shuo trembled with fear.
The promise he made just now is shrinking away in fear.
A little girl about her age was thrown to her feet by a wolf, and she heard someone scream, "Eleven."
The little girl only had time to glance towards the place where the sound came from, before her throat was bitten by the giant wolf that was pinned down on her. ~
Ping An was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word, for fear of alarming the giant gray wolf that was just around the corner.
Tired of his thin and thin body, he stepped back little by little. Soon his back was pressed against the cold stone wall behind him. There was nowhere to retreat. His fear was maximized in an instant. He shook his slender arms, hugged his bent knees, and held Roll yourself into a small ball.
Fortunately, the wolf only gave her a cold look, ignored her, and began to enjoy the delicious meal beneath him.
Ping An watched it tear the little girl apart and devour it bit by bit. His stomach was churning and he was nauseated.
But the words of the great wizard rang in Ping An's ears, "If you die, your mother will chop it into pieces and feed it to the wolves."
She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and told herself in her heart that she must live, and she must not die here. Her mother was waiting for her, and the revenge of her family was waiting for her.
Staring at the wolf that was only two steps away from her, she quietly moved her fingers to pick up the dagger that had fallen at the little girl's feet when she died. She held it tightly and protected it in front of her. Her eyes were uncertain, thinking. Maybe you can catch the wolf unawares and rush over to kill it.
But she understood that if the wolf noticed and attacked, she would probably be the one who died.
While hesitating, the wolf that was enjoying the meal suddenly let out a muffled grunt, and its huge wolf head rolled to the side, with blood splattering all over the floor.
Ping An looked forward in surprise. A young man was bending down to pick up the wolf heads. His black clothes were soaked with blood, and blood dripped from the corners of his clothes. Four wolf heads were already pinned to his waist.
The young man's face was covered with blood and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were extremely bright.
He cut off the wolf's head after tying it, and looked up at her. A trace of sympathy flashed in his cold eyes, as if he saw another child who was about to die, "Do you want me to help you?"
A glimmer of hope arose in Ping An's heart, "How can I help?"
"If I kill you with one knife, you will suffer less." The young man pursed his lips and smiled.
Those eyes hurt Ping An, why did he look down on her so much? Why do you think that killing someone is a favor to others? He raised his chin stubbornly and said, "Thank you, but it's not necessary. I will live."
The young man took out a trace of ridicule from the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked away.
Ping An looked at the young man's back as he walked away, her fear fading away little by little, and the desire to survive quickly filled her small chest. ~
If you want to survive in such an environment, you have to be as fearless as that boy.
She took a deep breath and began to look at the place where she would live for a year.
Ping An sat here for a whole day, and it wasn't until the sunset began to appear on the horizon that all the wolves in the field were killed.
The door opened, and about twenty men in black trotted in, standing on the left and right, and another man in black strolled over in a black cloak. He was very tall, and the wide cloak could not hide his straight body. posture. He faced the sunset, his brows clear and upright, but his handsome cheeks were as cold as ice, and there was no trace of warmth.
He looked around coldly, and the surviving boys and girls in the field ran towards him and presented their trophies - wolf heads.
The boy who said he killed her with one knife walked slowly at the end, empty-handed.
The man in black looked at the trophies of the young men and women, and finally glanced at the empty-handed young man, and asked coldly: "Where's yours?"
The young man turned his head and glanced at the wolf heads piled up in a hill behind him, "These are all."
The man in black glanced behind the young man indifferently, his face expressionless, showing no emotion or anger, and tilted his head towards the subordinate behind him.
The adjutant stepped forward and handed the boy a red card.
The other young men and women looked at the card with envy on their faces.
The young man received the red card without saying a word. He turned around and walked straight to the red door in the corner of the courtyard. He paused when he reached the door, glanced in the direction of Ping An, and walked towards the open red door without stopping.
The remaining young men and women watched eagerly as the red door closed again before walking towards the black door in the other corner of the courtyard.
The young men and women left, Ping An lowered his eyes, and stared at the body that was eaten to pieces by wolves not far away in front of him, and was stunned.
The two characters '11' are engraved on the handle of the dagger in his hand.
The wind blew, and there was a feeling of dampness and coldness. Only then did I realize that I was so frightened that I had already broken out in a cold sweat.
The man in black stood there, looked at her for a while, walked slowly, and did not stop until he was in front of her. He lowered his head and looked at the little girl who was huddled in the corner like an abandoned cat.
The thick black brows frowned slightly. The little girl had thin skin and tender flesh. Her whole body was like a snowdrift. Her arms and legs were so thin that they were so delicate that even one finger could break her off.
Ping An's sight was blocked by a pair of black deerskin boots. He slowly looked up along the boots and met his cold and beautiful eyes. He didn't look away and looked at him calmly.
The man was watching her from a distance just now and saw her huddled up. He thought she was scared to death, but now he saw her eyes were still and showed no fear. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. This little girl actually let him Wandered.
"Are you the little girl Jin Niang brought back?" The voice was hoarse and low.
Ping An vaguely guessed that the Jin Niang he was talking about was the sophisticated woman who gave her a physical exam, and slowly lowered his eyes without answering.
The man took off his wind robe and wrapped her naked little body.
Ping An shuddered slightly, and looked up again to look at the cold eyes in front of him. His eyes were still as frozen as ice, and there was no hint of concern. He pursed his lips slightly and asked his confusion, "What are those two doors?" mean?"
The man looked at the thin little girl in front of him and was a little surprised by her reaction, but he still answered: "The door of life and death, the red door is for life, and the black door is for death. The red door allows you to enter more advanced training, and the black door is necessary Stay here until you can enter the red door, or die."
Ping An pursed his lips lightly, "How can I enter the red door?"
"With a hundred wolf heads, you can kill the wolf yourself, or you can kill others and take their trophies." The man looked at her with deep eyes without blinking.
Ping An gasped and swallowed with difficulty, his throat so dry that it hurt.
The man stood up and said, "My name is Ye, and I will train you starting tomorrow."
"Thank you." Ping An nodded and looked at the red door.
Ye glanced at her. In this place, where the strong and the weak survive, there is no word of thanks. He said coldly: "No, no more problems are allowed in my place from now on. You can only see and listen. Can you go in there?" Dao Hongmen, it all depends on your own destiny."
Ping An looked at him and smiled slightly. Although this man spoke in a cold and inhumane way, he was the first person to give her dignity after she arrived in this place.
Ye Ju looked down at her bloodless little face, which was as delicate as a white magnolia flower and seemed incompatible with this bloody and cruel place. "I hope you can still laugh tomorrow."
He turned around, walked a few steps, and then turned around again, "Follow me."
His tone was as cold as the thousand-year-old ice dug out of the ground, but Ping An breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't have to spend the night here. He wrapped himself in the wind robe and climbed up, ignoring his numb legs, and stumbled behind him. .
Ping An was sent into the black door. Inside was a huge room with long rows of stone beds.
This is the lowest level training place for dead soldiers. It is said that thousands of boys and girls live here every year. In this group, there are also a thousand people living here, but after two months, only more than 200 are left. name.
Those who left, except for a few who entered the red door, basically died on the training ground.
No one knows how many more red doors there are behind that red door. Only by successfully passing through all the red doors can one become a dead soldier. However, not one person among a thousand people can become a dead soldier.
The children who enter the training center are all dead slaves. They no longer have names, only numbers, and the numbers are their names.
Only when one reaches the level of Ye Hejinniang can one shed his status as a dead slave and regain his own name.
Their numbers all replaced the numbers of the people who died in front of them. Ping An was called eleven. Looking at the eleven embroidered on the clothes she received, she remembered that the little girl who was bitten to death by a wolf also had the number eleven embroidered on her lapel. eleven.
The dagger he has been holding tightly in his hand is also engraved with the word 'Eleven'.
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In addition, if there is anything to say, regarding the ending of aa, it is written that Wuyou and Feifan are in trouble, and Feng Zhi saves each other, which is when Wuyou and Feng Zhi become good friends, but some people say that it is far-fetched if I accept Feng Zhi, just for the sake of h. , when there were many such calls, no or very few readers who objected came out to refute. I read more and naturally thought that the initial setting might be really bad, so I finally made changes. I should say The whole content at the end was cut off and reset, but after changing the ending, all the objections came out. Those who said it was unreasonable before were silenced, which made me feel helpless.
So I hope that everyone can be more diligent and comment more often. Even when there are too many different opinions to other readers, you can come out and refute them, so that I will not have too strong one-sided judgments.
Although the author should not be led by the readers, the author is also a human being and will be affected by speech.
