Strange News from Changsha: the Evil Emperor Is Reborn

"The nine gates of Changsha City have not been dispersed yet?" Wu Xie, who returned from the sand sea, looked at Wu Laogou, a young man fighting dogs on the streets of the Republic of China, and clutched the bronze fragments with his fingertips - the turbulence of time and space actually sent him back a hundred years ago. Before the drama in the theater ended, he bumped into Zhang Qiling's cold eyes, but the other person frowned: "Who are you?" This is not the person who has a tacit understanding behind the bronze door. The fog in the mine is getting thicker, Japanese spies are roaming around, and the ancestors of the Wang family are weaving webs in the dark. Zhang Qishan looked at him: "Why should outsiders interfere in the affairs of the Nine Sects?" Wu Xie smiled sharply: "I know your regrets and understand its conspiracy." To protect the girl carefully, prevent Chen Pi from falling into evil, and prevent the tragedy of the old Liu with a black background, he uses the sand sea's wisdom to deal with the nine gates; he explores ancient tombs, fights rice dumplings, and fights powerful enemies. He holds Zhang Qiling's hand: "This time, I will accompany you to fill in the pit." "Why help us?" Er Erhong asked suspiciously. Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qiling, who was gradually letting go of his guard. His eyes were full of obsession that spanned time and space: "For the survival of the Nine Sects, and to make up for the time of the Republic of China that we missed." The century-old chess game links the sea of sand and the ultimate. When the shadow of "it" comes early, Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling stand side by side: "We will definitely win this game of chess!"