The two strong men were fighting. He asked him to borrow a handful of light to destroy evil spirits, but unexpectedly redeemed half of his ruined life.
He was once a dead soul who fell into the abyss. He crawled out from the ashes of Baijiang Palace and picked up a blood-stained token. From then on, his name became a mystery, and his smiling eyes concealed his sharp edge.
He is the youngest general of the Zhao Kingdom. He carries the bright moon and breeze at the tip of his spear, and guards thousands of miles of borders, but in his heart there is a missing piece of the old puzzle that no one knows about.
A dark cloud caused by a puppet has stirred up the border between the two countries.
He came under a pseudonym, using amnesia as his armor, calculation as his blade, and every step of the way, hoping to use the most glorious "gun" to pierce the darkest situation.
He felt compassion and took in a "lost man" whose eyes were as clear as a deer's but always stared into the abyss late at night.
"General Chi, do you believe in ghosts and gods?"
"I only trust the gun in my hand and the people behind me."
"What if... I am a ghost crawling back from the netherworld?"
The tip of the spear paused slightly, the general raised his eyes, and ran into a pair of abyss that was reflected in the lights and finally no longer disguised.
When the ice of memory cracked, the hissing "Brother Lanting" by the cliff in the past completely overlapped with the guest Lanting who was smiling and drinking poison in front of him——
Did he meet his opponent in chess, or was he destined to turn around?
Intention: "Since I have promised you three thousand lights, I will accompany you on the road to the future in this world."