In the southern camp of the northern town, Wu Sheng, the sin slave, knelt down and poured out the last bucket of night incense. Her fingers were frozen and cracked, blood dripped into the soil, and suddenly there was a subtle gnawing sound from the ground - a gray egg rolled to her feet, and the tip of its fluffy tail was exposed in the crack. The moment the eggshell shattered, the slave mark on her wrist suddenly burned. Space is opened. The dead herbs were resurrected by the spiritual spring. The first thing the old locust tree said was: "Girl, your father did not commit treason. The evidence is buried under the third gold brick in the imperial study." Wu Sheng raised his head, and the north wind blew snowflakes on his face. She clutched the Xuanguang mirror that could reflect all the truth, and the mirror reflected her current appearance - thin, dirty, like a male handyman who could die at any time. After the blood mist in the mirror dissipated, a line of words slowly appeared: "If this person can walk out of the military camp alive, the world will change his color." Tonight, the little beast in her arms opened its eyes for the first time, and its golden pupils were like torches, illuminating the entire military camp as bright as day. In the distance, the sound of the Xuanjia Guard's iron hooves was approaching.
