Cruel Ballad: Bloody Dawn

Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Mirage "Huh-huh-" For this girl who looked to be in her twenties, today was the most miserable day. When I opened my eyes, the surroundings were filled with yellow gravel, and the wind and sand were billowing, making me feel desperate. "It's such a strong wind... Why am I here?" Her hair was messy by the strong wind. She moved her hair and could see the situation in front of her clearly. However, she could only see a big oak tree some distance away from her in this deserted place. It seems that the scenery here is always the same. It's completely impossible to tell whether you're looking left or right... No, I don't know what the north, south, east, and west are anymore. Lu Xueyao looked at the palm of his hand and carefully checked whether there was anything wrong, or whether the individual named "himself" was still the so-called "self". "Maybe I should be buried here, my legs and feet are so heavy." Xue Yao stood up, barely trying to maintain his balance. However, such sandy ground always made me fall back on the spot countless times. Repeated inversions were exhausting, and the blood in my body seemed to be sucked dry by something. My mouth was dry and my tongue was dry. "Water... I really want to drink water..." This desert is eroding all the water in all living things every minute and every second. If you don't bring a few bottles of drinking water, it will be very difficult to survive a day. "Am I experiencing intermittent amnesia..." There is indeed no water at hand, and at this moment, even I can't recall what happened. How could I remember to bring a bottle of water with me when I don't even remember to take notes with me on weekdays... But it's strange, why don't I even bring a bag with me? "So I'm in a dream?" Xue Yao pinched the back of her hand. The pain was still there. As despair arose spontaneously, she slowly closed her eyes. At dusk, a carriage with simple wood but elegant shape appeared on the horizon of the sand dunes. The driver on the horse is very tall and powerful, with a bald head, and the hair under the back of his head is braided and scattered on his shoulders, which must reveal an aura left over from ancient barbaric tribes. The driver stopped the car here, turned around and said excitedly in a heavy voice: "To bother Your Highness to come to such a deserted place, even if you are the leader of the alliance, it is too disrespectful to Your Highness!" "Hey, there seems to be someone lying down in front of you, please hurry up!" The voice of the person sitting in the car sounded like that of a well-built person, wearing a flat black hat, and a piece of silk linen with strange patterns covering her face. Her behavior and elegant clothing made her identity clear at a glance. After all, she was a person of considerable status in this neighborhood. She obviously didn't care about some red tape and took her time to put her answer to the servant to the back of her mind. "Don't worry about it, Yue Jin. Forming an alliance with Xuanbu is very important to the strength of our clan, and etiquette is necessary for it." "Drive!" The carriage once again sped towards the place where Xue Yao lay down. "Why does Mizhu need the help of those cunning wolves? As a king and a high priest, why did His Highness succumb to Xuan Ren? Our ancestors came from the snowy plains of the far west. Since the founding of the country, they have been known for their toughness and bravery in the eight wastelands. But now they are so depressed that they surrender to the backward tribes in the east and are oppressed by them..." There seemed to be a lot of dissatisfaction in Yue Jin's rich voice, and he had countless complaints about the person in the car who was called His Highness. "Yue Jin." Having said this, the owner of the voice pondered for a moment, "Only here can you dare to speak from the heart." The so-called peace has always been an illusion. It can be said that if peace is not a sacrifice made of blood, "Heaven" will not give it to mankind. "That bitch from Tire is getting more and more arrogant now! A commoner with no relatives can be related to the royal family of Mizhu. If Lao Gasuo was still alive, he would probably regret his original choice. Mizhu was so kind to him. If Lao Gasuo hadn't supported Tiluo as deputy prime minister, how could the people of Mizhu have been massacred for no reason. It's hateful that he colluded with the remnants of Xuan's rebellious party to treason, Your Highness!" "Yue Jin! In fact, Yu lied to the ministers. In fact, Yu is going to Beihai Kingdom for this trip. A country cannot live without a king for a day. If the truth is told, Yu's power will fall into the hands of the rebels." "As long as it's a person, I really hope that no matter who it is, I can use it to my advantage. What's more, for such an unknown person, if anyone pursues it, they won't be able to find the truth." The person smiled softly and fell into deep thought again. Her expression was all hidden behind the veil, and no one knew about it. "Your Highness! Hey!" The coachman said, tightening the reins, and the carriage stopped in front of the fallen girl. The young woman jumped out of the carriage, took out a box embroidered with exquisite patterns from her pocket, and used pliers to take out a pill-shaped object and put it into her mouth. Then she ordered her entourage to get the kettle from the car. Xue Yao's consciousness was in a daze, and an unpleasant taste suddenly spread in his mouth. "Cough - cough -" What is this? Who put something so unpalatable into my mouth? It tastes just like the excrement of some kind of animal. Although I thought so in my heart, I also thought that as long as I could be saved, it would be okay to tolerate it for a while if I didn't feel good after eating it. But I didn't expect that someone would take advantage of someone's danger and see a person lying there dying and want to "make up for it"! Xueyao thought. I don't know if this thing has some kind of medicinal effect. Although I feel dizzy, it makes the original thirsty feeling in my mouth disappear a little. Wait... Could it really be horse or donkey dung? Oh my god, it's hopeless. Sure enough, nothing good will happen to you if you fall into a ghost place like this... "Your Highness, this girl has no chance of survival. It's better to leave." Just when I was about to become desperate, this man named Yue Jin approached me and lightly kicked the body lying on the ground in the stomach. It seemed that he still had no intention of taking me away from here. "Bring her back to the temple. Maybe she can be used there. What do you think?" The origins of the master with a noble and calm voice and her servant named "Yue Jin" are unknown. And I don't know what to do with me. Think about the positive side. As long as I can be taken away from here, even if I have to live with others and do something, it doesn't matter. I don't want to die! What I really want is immortality, if I could. When I was frustrated again and again, I imagined many times that a car would suddenly drive up and hit me while I was crossing the road, or that I would be attacked by gangsters and end myself. The funny thing is that I am a person who does not even dare to commit suicide. I never thought that I would meet the arrival of death in such a ridiculous form. The sky didn't smash me to pieces, and the desert sand didn't immediately take my breath away. Instead, the endless time swallowed up my energy bit by bit. I heard that people will have hallucinations before their eyes when they are about to die. I no longer have the ability to think anymore. My mind went blank, and I used the thick gravel blown by me as a blanket. When Lu Xueyao thought of this, his eyelids thickened and he lost consciousness bit by bit. The silver-white moon has already risen into the sky from the distant horizon, and the desert is covered with a layer of white beauty. The big oak tree in the center of the oasis was in bloom, spreading from the branches and leaves to the trunk, filled with the same color as the moonlight. Her beautiful face was facing the moonlight, her makeup was as elegant as a shooting star brushing over her eyes. Her long black hair was combed into a butterfly-shaped bun with symmetrical and finely carved bone hairpins on the left and right sides. The woman in plain clothes stood under the oak tree as usual and recited ancient words of prayer. Some unknown spell was repeatedly wrapped around the woman's body in a spiral shape. My name is Feng Shuang Ying Tian Cangwei Qidi Xuanling The sacred tree before me, May the oracle be sent down to us quickly! The howling of the wind suddenly sounded all around, and the moonlight shone on the scene like a spotlight. The leaves were illuminated clear and transparent, but it also brought a cold atmosphere. If there were any witnesses around, they would probably be watching this scene intently, with chills reaching their hearts. The petals are snow-white, and a flock of flying white butterflies are dancing around the beam. There is obviously no sound except the wind blowing at this time, but it is like the lingering sound of a huqin lingering on the treetops. There is a series of camera props around it, with the moon as a spotlight, and white paper broken fireworks falling. And on the other side of the tree sits an exotic harp girl dressed in a plain velvet robe, holding a fifty-stringed harp. Without the need to strike, crisp and orderly drum sounds follow the dance of petals, which is completely natural. After the woman finished speaking, she made an elegant gesture and gently placed her clasped jade hands on the trunk of the oak tree. She saw mist-like palm winds coming from around her palms, and the contact caused the dark brown trunk to produce a slowly flowing silver aura. The tree does not glow, but it is illuminated by the bright moon as if it is decorated with lights and emits fluorescent light. Then, the petals on the tree began to fall from the branches, and the ground under the tree seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost. The wind stopped and the whistling gradually became distant. The woman's long silver-white hair, soaked in moonlight, slowly fell on the delicate blue brocade shawl, and the color of the whole person looked particularly coordinated. But Xue Yao was stunned at this moment, her eyes firmly attracted by the scene in front of her. The silver-haired woman had just been paying attention, but now she just noticed the presence of another person, and quickly turned her head to the girl who was looking at her. Xue Yao couldn't turn her eyes away, eager to see that person's face clearly. When she saw it clearly, she couldn't help but nervously swallow the saliva that flowed from her throat. It was an extraordinary and handsome face. Maybe it was because the moonlight was so bright that even the color of his pupils was slightly visible. Like light-colored amber, Xue Yao could no longer tell whether this woman was a human being. She was in a place where right and wrong could not be distinguished even from east to west. She had no way of knowing whether she was in a dream or reality. Therefore, she could not think of anything and could not say a word in surprise. The woman's gorgeous blue clothes fluttered with the wind caused by walking. Some scattered white petals carried on the body were shaken and flew behind him, staying under the fallen oak trees. She walked straight towards where Xue Yao was, her eyes cold and deep. In the words she just muttered, it seemed that her name was mentioned... "Fengshuang." The silver-haired woman had an awe-inspiring expression. As she walked closer and closer to her, she completely heard her talking to herself and said her name. "Who are you?"