man sanctified in death row vest

"Have you noticed, it seems that those savages are much more honest."

Soon the Dagan army put the assassin's matter behind them and continued to march.

After walking out for half a day, the clever soldiers noticed something strange and whispered.

"If you say so, it is true."

From time to time, they looked at the Red King who was riding a horse with the princess.

In the beginning, their eyes were visibly ferocious and dissatisfied.

Now all that remains is cringe and fear.

"It turned out to be because of the Red King."

"One back and one back and forth, conquer them!"

The eyes of the barbarians made the soldiers suddenly realize that this was the case, and at the same time they admired the Red King.

It is said in the history books that the barbarians were as mad as ghosts and fierce beasts on the battlefield, and would rather die than submit, so it turned out to be nothing more than that.

It's not that they are fierce in character, but that they have never met anyone who can beat them to death.

It is not difficult to defeat the barbarian, but to conquer the opponent physically and mentally, you need a little skill and charisma.

Dagan soldiers, watching the savages who became more and more quiet during the march, gradually began to miss their rebellious appearance at the beginning.

It took a long time to march across the river bed smoothly.

The end of the river bed was also three feet high, and Zheng Xiu used the [painter] thaumaturgy again to draw a bridge.

"you……"

This time Huo Huo finally couldn't help it anymore, staring with one eye big and the other small, and asked: "Chi Wang, may I ask, are you really a 'painter'?"

"If it's a fake replacement."

Zheng Xiu glanced sideways at General Huo, wondering.

What, doesn't my temperament look like it?
Huo Huo received an affirmative answer, and the questions in his mind fell like a boulder, and he returned to the army with emotion: "The world is so big, there are so many wonders! It's because Huo's structure is small!"

Zheng Xiu, who was the first to board the river bank, sneezed violently.

Now that Zheng Xiu uses his own body to draw, he cannot fully display the true strength of the "painter" alien.

But it's fine for everyday use.

Now he has a lot of confidantes by his side, whether it is Feng Bei or the mental monk, or Qing Shisan and Pei Gaoya, they are all giants who can stand alone. Zheng Xiu hardly needs to do it himself, but he is leisurely.

Sunrise and sunset, the wind comes and the snow falls, the clouds roll and the clouds relax.

On the endless wasteland, the days of marching are boring and boring.

After crossing the dry river bed, on the way to continue northward, some corpses of wild animals or barbarians can be seen gradually on the snow.

They didn't know how long they had been dead. Their bodies were frozen on the snow field, and they did not rot for a long time, maintaining the appearance when they died.

Seeing the corpse, Zheng Xiu and the others got off their horses and went to check, just in case.

They found that the barbarians who died on the snowfield were not entirely barbarian warriors in terms of their clothes, and some of the corpses looked like ordinary barbarian people, ragged and emaciated.

Among the frozen corpses passing by, three corpses caught Zheng Xiu's attention.

The three corpses seemed to be a family of three. They froze to death on the snow in an embraced posture. The child, estimated to be only four or five years old, was dying with his eyes closed. The two parents, smiling, knelt on the ground and embraced each other. The child prayed devoutly to the heaven.

so dead.

"They are 'exiles.'"

Zheng Xiu's dignified expression was different from other people's. Looking at Zheng Xiu's side face, Yue Linglong seemed to be touched.

They have always had a question-and-answer relationship.

This is her rare initiative to talk to Zheng Xiu.

"Exile?"

Zheng Xiu turned around and asked in a gentle tone.

Yue Linglong nodded and said: "In the wasteland, we live in clans, and the clan is everything to us, our roots. Once someone seriously violates the clan rules, they will be exiled and become 'exiles'. Exiles only However, wandering in the wasteland will not be accepted by any clan, and their fate can only be frozen to death, starved to death, or swallowed by wild beasts in the wasteland."

Zheng Xiu chuckled: "Is this how you barbarians treat your people?"

Yue Linglong choked for a moment, took a deep breath, held her umbrella, raised her head, showing the corners of her stubborn mouth, and said word by word: "You, have you never killed a big man?"

Zheng Xiu nodded first, then shook his head: "Good rebuttal."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Xiu calmly raised an index finger.

"It's a pity that you haven't learned how to talk to this king yet."

Yue Linglong was taken aback for a moment, then turned pale with shock: "Don't—"

Click!

In the distance, there was a scream.

Pei Gaoya grinned ferociously, seized the opportunity, shouted loudly, jumped high and fell heavily, and trampled a barbarian to death.

Another one was added.

Yue Linglong stretched out her palm out of her sleeve out of sheer emotion, and when she first came into contact with the sun, she developed a dazzling red spot.

Another person died.

These people were her bodyguards.

Now they are dying one by one.

Yue Linglong suddenly calmed down, bowed Yingying, bowed and knelt down.

She bit her white lower lip, trembling all over, because she bit it too hard, a ray of bright red slipped from the corner of her lip.

"Husband, Linglong made a mistake."

Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows and had nothing to say.

On the road again.

Zheng Xiu still hugged Yue Linglong lightly, looking like a loving couple to outsiders.

Pei Gaoya returned to the horse and geared up, waiting for the next round.

Qing Shisan back and forth put the cigarette stick in his mouth, did not light it, thoughtful.

Pei Gaoya noticed Qing Shisan's weirdness, and kept pace with Qing Shisan.

"Old Qing, what's wrong with you, no fire?"

Qing Shisan gave the brainless brat a blank look, and said in a low voice, "You killed it just now, but have you noticed that the master is a little different from the past?"

"Different?" Pei Gaoya thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "You seem to mean something when you say that, the master is a little more irritable than usual."

"Some? More than a few." Qing Shisan wished to pry open Pei Gaoya's head with a cigarette stick to see if the inside was full of muscles, and said bitterly: "Obviously, the master is a little bit dissatisfied with that barbarian princess." The same thing is in there."

"Huh?" Pei Gaoya's eyes widened: "Didn't you say that the master really likes her? You can't!"

Pei Gaoya doesn't believe in evil.

"It's not the kind of love between men and women." Qing Shisan closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then nodded affirmatively: "Master is angry."

"Angry? With whom? The princess?"

clap ~ clap ~ clap ~
Qing Shisan opened the fire folder, clicked it a few times, and finally lit it.He took a deep breath and exhaled smoke rings of different shapes.

After a long time, he said slowly, "And himself."

……

Sunset.

Camp.

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei got into the small tent as usual.

He went out to dig a handful of ice, waited for the ice and snow to melt, rubbed some ink, and spread out the rice paper.

The orange cat was in a corner of the tent, stretching its waist comfortably, resting its cheeks, watching Zheng Xiu's back with interest.

meow~
"You think beautiful."

Zheng Xiu replied to Orange Cat.

Feng Bei smiled slightly on the couch, like a concubine half lying down, lazy and charming.

This time her expression told Zheng Xiu that she seemed to be drifting between two personalities again.

Feng Bei changed his posture, squinted his eyes and asked with a smile, "What are you drawing?"

"write diary."

Zheng Xiu didn't lift his head.

"...?"

Zheng Xiu muffled his head and replied, writing quickly.

The only sound left in the tent was the rubbing of Zheng Xiu's pen and paper.

Feng Bei got up angrily, and looked at Zheng Xiu's simple table.

He draws a picture.

In the painting, it was the three corpses of exiles seen during the day.

The only difference from the daytime is that Zheng Xiu added something else to the painting.The child gently closed his eyes with a peaceful expression.Surrounded by the two parents, they smiled kindly.

Surrounding them is no longer a world of ice and snow, but a grassland.

In the end, Zheng Xiu lightly touched the child's palm, and it became a blooming flower.

Zheng Xiu wrote lightly, looking at the painting, his mood gradually calmed down.

Behind him, Feng Bei gently hooked Zheng Xiu's neck, and pressed his small cheek against Zheng Xiu's.

"What the hell are you mad about?"

Feng Bei heard the stormy, suppressed anger in Zheng Xiu's heart.

The calmer Zheng Xiu looked, the louder the roar in his heart became.

Listening to Yue Linglong's mourning and Zheng Xiu's roaring all the way, Fengbei was very disturbed.

"I'm all right."

Zheng Xiu casually threw the painting into the brazier, and watched helplessly as the brazier burned the casual painting to ashes bit by bit.

"I'm really angry."

It wasn't until the painting was completely burned that Zheng Xiu smiled and said, "My reason tells me that I shouldn't transfer my feud to the next generation. It's useless to do so."

"But it drives me emotionally."

Zheng Xiu stroked Feng Bei's soft long hair: "Every time I see her face me like a victim, it feels like a fire is burning in my heart."

"Obviously because of them, my family was ruined."

"Why is she so humble, as if she was being persecuted by me?"

Zheng Xiu looked away and stared at the flickering candles on the table: "I told myself several times that once she dared to get mad and show any killing intent, I would, without hesitation... kill her. This This hatred is completely over, and I can turn around and go south with peace of mind, return to my comfort zone, and honestly be my rich prince."

"Too bad she didn't."

Feng Bei was silent.

She understood Zheng Xiu's thoughts.

Zheng Xiu usually seems heartless, but once he encounters certain things, his stubbornness makes people feel terrible.

The ten years of getting along in the painting made Fengbei understand this person thoroughly.

"Don't say such bad things."

Zheng Xiu laid out a new piece of paper, and drew a new "Gateway Diagram" on the white paper stroke by stroke.

On the portal map, most of the gaps have been filled by Zheng Xiu's deduction.

Zheng Xiu pointed to the nine gates below [Prisoner]: Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon, Thunder, Swamp, Mountain, Forest, and Flame.

"Nine days."

Immediately below there are ten blanks, and Zheng Xiu filled in "crow" and "snake".

"Ten places."

【Emperor】, 【General】, 【Usurper】.

"Three."

"And the big hermit hidden in the city... top, middle and bottom class."

"A total of 49 doorways, and the 'forks' extending from each doorway."

Putting down the paintbrush, before the ink was dry, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei stuck their heads together.

boo~
At some point, the orange cat sneaked closer and pushed away the obstacle, with its small head lying between the two.

Miaomi is also looking at the "Pathway Map" drawn by Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu hugged the kitten: "Tell me, is my guess right?"

"Meow!"

"You pretended not to know on purpose, didn't you?"

"Meow meow meow!"

"What do you mean you are not interested in your mere human affairs? Believe it or not, I will cut off your food tomorrow?"

"Meow?"

"What do you mean I don't dare... Cheng, you are awesome, I really don't dare."

Seeing Zheng Xiu stretch his hands under the armpit of the orange cat and lift it up high, the two faces of a man and a cat are almost touching each other, arguing in a strange way, Feng Bei covered his mouth and burst out laughing.She silently stuffed a piece of fried fish cake into the orange cat's arms.

The orange cat rolled its eyes proudly at Zheng Xiu: "Meow!"

Zheng Xiu raised his slap, then lowered it slowly, but didn't slap.

With sparkling eyes, Fengbei asked curiously, "What did it say?"

Zheng Xiu was speechless: "It said, look how sensible you are."

Fengbei: "..."

When she heard it, she wanted to make a move, no wonder Zheng Xiu raised his hand and wanted to hit the cat.

Zheng Xiu spent a lot of time and finally summed up most of the 49 ways.

Nine heavens and ten earths, three statues and nine streams.

This is the original appearance of the portal map that Zheng Xiu speculated.

"It's like the first fire worshiped by blood-drinking savages in ancient times."

"Or maybe the ancients were restless under the rolling thunder."

"The torrential flood."

"Relentless natural disaster."

"People's powerlessness, gratitude, bewilderment, and ignorance when facing nature will eventually become awe and worship."

"Humans are eager to overcome nature. Once they can't beat them, they can only try to become them."

"Or in the Ten Lands, the predatory posture of the beasts makes humans unable to help but imitate them, longing for that pure predator-like power."

"Emperors, generals, usurpers... or various occupations and identities of ordinary people..."

"In the final analysis, it's all a 'wish'."

"At this moment, I finally understand why the practice of the doorway must be tireless, day after day, year after year, playing a certain identity, or like a barbarian, piously worshiping and aweing a certain totem year after year. "

"The confluence of the eternal darkness and the eternal world, the two are close, and the 'wish' of countless people has come true in an almost violent form."

"So it becomes 49 ways."

"This is the... way for human beings to realize their wishes!"

Zheng Xiu sighed with emotion, his brain was wide open, and he vaguely wanted to understand the principle of the doorway.

"But,"

There was a hint of melancholy on Fengbei's face, which was quickly covered by a smile.

"I never expected it, not even for a moment."

Zheng Xiu sensed the disappointment in Fengbei's heart, and she remembered her own experience.He comforted him and said, "It's not just you, I guess, it's 'everyone'. Countless people's desires gather together and grow into a 'stone'."

Feng Bei was taken aback when he heard the words: "Knot, stone?"

"It's a monster. You can roughly understand it as the essence of everyone's wishes."

"This can explain why there is a gap between the Bund."

"In Eternal Darkness, human desires will affect each other, not something that exists independently."

The orange cat quickly finished eating the fried fish cakes, and smiled secretly from the sidelines.

Another rain cloud followed.

Whoops.

a few days later.

Everyone walked on the wasteland for several days.

What he saw and heard along the way made it difficult for Zheng Xiu to understand how the barbarians lived in this land for so many years in such a harsh environment.

The reason why the Beiman Kingdom and the Dagan Kingdom have fought over the years is rooted in this.

Daqian has a vast land and abundant resources, and the northern barbarians are brave and good at fighting. All kinds of inequalities have led to such contradictions and conflicts.

After walking this distance in person, Zheng Xiu understood that there is no possibility of peaceful coexistence between the two.

Absolutely not.

Regarding the ending of this marriage, Zheng Xiu vaguely had an ominous premonition.

In the distance, two continuous mountains stood in front of him like a moat.

There is a narrow canyon in the middle.

Opening the map and comparing it repeatedly, Huo Huo was very sure that this was the canyon where the Red King had ambushed his people in advance.

In other words, Gu Qiutang had been blowing the northwest wind for several months on the top of the mountain.

As I was entangled at the beginning, to bypass this east-west mountain, it takes an extra month to walk.

Back then, it was precisely because of this mountain, like a wall of sighs, that it not only blocked the army of barbarians, but also gave Zheng Haoran a chance to breathe.

Without this natural moat, Zheng Haoran would not be able to complete the Jedi counterattack.

The wolf king back then would never have imagined that what should have been a natural moat for their geographical advantage would actually help Zheng Haoran once.

Ten miles away from the canyon, the troops set up camp to rest, and Huo Huo, Shen Shizong, Zheng Xiu and others had a temporary meeting.

Huo Huo and Shen Shizong each expressed their views. Shen Shizong believed that they should venture into the valley without fear of barbarians. After Huo Huo experienced the riverbed assassin, he thought that everything should be stable and it was better to take a detour.

Zheng Xiu didn't participate in the dispute inside, but silently walked outside the tent, took out the painter's trick, and walked to the open space.

Many soldiers noticed the lonely Scarlet King and wondered secretly, but in the next second they saw a "bloody prison" rising from the ground.

"Full moon."

Zheng Xiu drew a cage in the snow.

"projection."

"inspiration."

"Investigate."

Skills were released one by one, and in Zheng Xiu's field of vision, there were shadows in the canyon, and there were assassins lurking impressively.

"really."

Zheng Xiu smiled and patted the snow off his body, and walked in.

While walking, behind Zheng Xiu, the thick black fog covered Zheng Xiu's body bit by bit like a piece of armor.

In the end, the dense fog formed a hideous iron hood on Zheng Xiu's face.

"paste……"

A crazy and ominous figure entered the canyon silently like a ghost.

"Abyss Walker."