The soil in the magazine was oozing with fishy sweetness. The Luoyang shovel of the Tufuzi's old knife suddenly got stuck in the green paste mud. When it was peeled away, the moonlight was shining on half of the broken silk painting - among the crimson cloud patterns, the man's silver hair fell down like the Milky Way, the woman's clothes were stained with black fire marks, and twelve stars exploded where the fingertips touched.
"Lao Dao, the words on the silk book are moving!" Deputy Shunzi suddenly screamed. On the yellowed silk, the tadpole-like ancient Chinese characters were wandering like living creatures, and finally gathered into two lines of cinnabar regular script:
"The emperor is imprisoned in Guizang Abyss, and the female demon is suppressed in Wuhuigang. The starry sea has been rotating for thousands of years, and when the red sand covers our faces, our souls will recognize each other again."
The first time Emperor Jun met the female slave was in Xuanpu, Kunlun. She knelt on the scorched earth, digging her fingertips into the cracked earth. There were scattered sparks in her long crow-green hair - she was a goddess sent by the Yellow Emperor to guard against drought, but she was despised by heaven and humans because her divine power was out of control.
"Why don't you go back to heaven?" Emperor Jun's dragon chariot stopped in the clouds, and nine golden crows flapped their wings restlessly on the shafts of the chariot. When the female slave raised her head, the red mole at the end of her eye was like a drop of blood: "If a god cannot protect the people, he should be nailed to a pillar of guilt." The land under her feet was barren, but there was a withered yellow hibiscus flower, which Emperor Jun had personally planted on her temples.
