There are two rules in Daye Dynasty:
First, when you hear the name of Rong Fuguang, the sealmaster of Xuanjian Division, you have to take a detour. This man's smile hides his sword, his methods are ruthless, and he is the vicious dog of imperial power who kills all loyal and good people.
Second, Xiao Chi, the head coach of the Northern Black Iron Army, must not be mentioned in front of Rong Fuguang. That was a general star of a generation, the strongest sun in Daye - he was personally sent to the execution platform by Rong Fuguang, his pride was broken, and he died unjustly.
Everyone knows that these two people are destined to die together.
Until that late night of torrential rain, when the blood on the execution platform was still dry, Rong Fuguang lit the soul-inducing array in the Nine Nether Abyss, used the essence and blood as an anchor, planted a blood poison, and forcibly dragged the body that should have been cold from the gate of hell.
The moment he saw the light of day again, the former God of War was reduced to a resurrected murderer controlled by others.
Xiao Chi grabbed the man's pale neck and said, "Rong Fuguang, are you even willing to die to let me go?"
Rong Fuguang was choked to the point of almost suffocation, but he raised his head and pushed his throat deeper into the hand.
Xiao Chi hated Rong Fuguang very much.
I hate him for turning his hands into clouds and rain, and I hate him for using blood poison to tie himself into a string that will lead to his death. What I hate even more is that smiling face that is always watertight - in front of a palace full of dignitaries, his dignity is stepped into the mud and crushed, and when he turns around, he can call him "general" in a gentle voice.
The dignified commander of the Xuan Tie Army died once, only to wake up as a shadow three steps behind his enemy. The mask was welded to his face, hatred was locked in his throat, and he was not even allowed to lift his clenched fists.
He lay dormant, vowing to break free from this absurd blood anchor and settle this sinful debt with his own hands.
But when he really ripped open the skin layer by layer——
There are no vicious dog fangs underneath.
There was only the man who fought blood beside him on the snowy northern battlefield many years ago and who once stuffed the only life-saving medicine jade into his palm.
Rong Fuguang, who had reduced him to nothing in front of others, risked his power, reputation, and the rest of his life that he hated to the bone, and paved a way for him to clear his wrongdoing and return to the north in a dark place invisible to everyone.
And Rong Fuguang had no intention of letting him know all this.
"You think you can hide it from me forever?"
Rong Fuguang lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "It could have been."
At the end of the long night in Daye, the God of War, who was in charge of thousands of armies, crushed the entire chess game and stood three steps behind the man.
"Rong Fuguang. From now on, if you go to the Mountain of Swords, I will go. If you go to the Sea of Fire, I will go first. I will guard these three steps."
Intention: Even though we are in the quagmire, we will use this broken body and blood and bones to split open the long night of Daye.