Blood Moon Soul Burial

Everyone knows that Yumen Pass is the majestic west gate of the Central Plains, but they don't know that behind this gate lies a thousand and three hundred years of blood debt. It was an autumn night in the ninety-seventh year of the founding of Dayu, and the wind was like a knife. There are two moons hanging in the sky, one silver and one red. The red moon was so huge that it looked like a hole in the sky, with sticky blood flowing out. What was blown in the wind was not sand, but fine bone residue. It hit the face like being pricked by ice needles, and the tip of the nose was filled with the sweet and greasy smell after the brain burst. This year, people in the Western Regions called it "shadow eclipse". The culprit is an evil creature that doesn't even deserve a name, calling itself "Eclipse". He was not a person who gave birth to eggs, but the first breath of black air exhaled from the cracks in the abyss penetrated into the bones of a dead man in battle. He established the Shadow Sect, treating living people like candles and sucking souls as lamp oil. When it was most rampant, the people of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions were walking during the day, but their shadows were dragging on the ground like living creatures and refused to leave. The Central Plains was initially settled, and Taizu sent General Huo Rong to lead the Western Expedition. Huo Rong wears bright silver armor that covers his shoulders, and the two round shields on his chest are polished to a bright shine. The horse under his crotch is covered with iron armor, including its head and face. When charging, it is like a moving iron wall. The crown on his head was adorned with two bird feathers symbolizing death. As the horse galloped, the feathers flew back in the wind, as hard as iron. But the sea of ​​sand is ruthless. Huo Rong brought a hundred thousand iron armor with him, but he ran into Guixi outside Yumen Pass. The people of the Shadow Sect dispersed into green smoke during the day, and gathered into human shapes at night. The enemy soldiers who were cut down during the day would get up at night under the moonlight and rush towards their former robes. The sound of biting their throats was like a dull knife cutting a saw. The battlefield was filled with howls that shook the sky. The sound was not squeezed out of the throat, but leaked from the empty hole in the chest. It was a whirring sound that made people's scalp numb and cold breath rushing through their chests. The most tragic battle took place in Death Valley south of Puchanghai. Huo Rong fell into a trap, and a hundred thousand troops were trapped in despair. The river water had long been dyed black and red with blood. The thirsty soldiers lay down and drank. The water was salty and bitter, like a mouthful of pus and blood. Huo Rong watched helplessly as the deputy general beside him shriveled up in an instant, his skin wrinkled like dried orange peels, and a black, crawling stench leaked out of the cracked gaps. In the desperate situation, Huo Rong looked up to the sky and roared. He drew out his horizontal knife, cut open his chest according to the direction of the ancient formation, and his hot heart blood spurted onto the ancestral stone tablet. The stele was neither stone nor jade, completely pitch black, with cloud patterns carved on it that no one could recognize. In an instant, the world turned upside down. The inscription lights up, not with a warm light, but with the pale whiteness of a cemetery. The evil thing "Eclipse" was forced out of its original shape and turned into an ever-expanding black shadow with a blood-red eye embedded in the middle. It was staring at Huo Rong and letting out a sinister smile that only the soul could hear. Huo Rong did not retreat. He grabbed nine iron pestles that were as black as coke - they were tribute iron from the Western Regions. They were harder than steel and shaped like a monk's weapon to subjugate demons - and they pierced the black shadow one by one. The evil creature screamed with each nail. The scream was mixed with the roars of thousands of innocent souls, causing the gravel in the valley to fly everywhere, hitting the bright silver armor with a clanking sound. The black blood spattered on Huo Rong's face, it was cold and biting, like a poisonous snake's letter. Wherever it passed, the skin and flesh sizzled, and even the bird feathers on his crown were burned to ashes. Before dying, Xiang did not beg for mercy. It huddled up and used its nails - those nails were as hard as rhinoceros horns - to carve a word on the inside of the iron plate that protected Huo Rong's belly. The handwriting revealed deep-seated hatred, as if it were written with the finger bones of countless wronged souls dipped in the water of the Styx. Its voice suddenly became very soft, like a lover whispering in his ear, but word by word, it penetrated into Huo Rong's bone marrow: "Today you seal me with your blood. Thousands of years later, the orphans of our clan will have to taste the bitterest salt water in the world and endure the coldest chains in the world. This debt... You, the Central Plains, will repay from generation to generation." Huo Rong won that battle, but was also defeated. He dragged his remaining body and set up a sealing formation under the Jade Gate Pass. The blood-stained armor, together with the iron plate engraved with blood, were cast into the cornerstone of the city gate by his own hands. From then on, the Huo family guarded this place for generations, not to make achievements, but to guard this sin. The ancestor of the Shen family who followed the army was a scholar who was accustomed to holding a wolf-brush pen. He resisted the desire to vomit, used cinnabar to rub the word "compensation" on Chengxintang paper, and sealed it in a copper box. He wrote a line of small words at the end of the volume: This is not a military achievement, but a sin. The descendants of the Shen family will never forget this. Thirteen hundred years have passed. The iron armor has rusted into red pink, and the history books have turned yellow. People in the Central Plains have forgotten the taste of blood and only regard it as a lie to scare children. But underground in Yumenguan, in the dark prison cave, the rusty smell of the iron chains became stronger and stronger, and the salty smell of the well water became stronger and stronger. The curse engraved in the bones finally came to be fulfilled. At this moment, the orphan of the Huo family opened his golden and amber-colored vertical pupils in the darkness. Thousands of miles away, the heirs of the Shen family were unrolling their scrolls in their study in Jiangnan. Outside the window, there is a rain of apricot blossoms that wets the clothes. In the Xuande stove on the desk, ambergris is spitting green smoke, making people feel warm. But he froze suddenly, and a bitter and salty taste appeared on the tip of his tongue for no reason - it was the taste of Puchang seawater thousands of years ago, and it found him through the dust of thirteen centuries. The candlelight flickered, and the two figures, still unknown to each other, were tightly tied together by an invisible chain. Purpose: To explore destiny and redemption. In the millennium of blood debt and curse, how two teenagers with different positions can break the reincarnation and complete self-salvation and reconciliation.