Bronze Dao Erosion Black Yellow Ember

After 5 consecutive days of intense work, I finally finished revising the previous chapters. I felt like I was going to collapse, and I felt light when I walked! Is this what the legendary feeling of seeing Tai Nai feels like?

The author should introduce things and stories more clearly.

At the beginning of the story, many book friends may find it difficult to understand. As you slowly immerse yourself in the story, the story will become more and more exciting.

Chapter 1: Bronze Rain in Black Rock Col (Part 1) Rain is not made of water. The gray sky weighed heavily on the undulating mineral veins of the Black Rock Col. What poured down was a thick, heavy, bluish-gray liquid with a pungent metallic smell. This is not ordinary rain, but the unique "bronze rain" of Heishi'ao. They steamed up from the depths of the veins, inhaled the breath of the ancient, sleeping bronze marrow deep underground, and then were stirred by some invisible force, and finally turned into this turbid curtain that enveloped everything. The rainwater hit the rugged black rock above the entrance of the mine, making a dull "pop" sound, not like water droplets, but like heavy copper beans. The water flow meanders down the mine wall, scouring the exposed mineral strata, bringing down a thick, rust-red water like old blood, which collects into pools of turbid puddles on the pitted ground. On the surface of the puddle, there is a thin layer of bronze-colored foam floating with a strange oily sheen. The miners huddled under crude sheds made of huge logs and rough bronze plates to take shelter from the rain. The rainwater hits the thick bronze tiles covering the roof, making a continuous "ding-dong" sound, like countless small hammers hitting copper chimes, monotonous and depressing. "Damn, this Guiyu!" Uncle Zhao, an old miner with a face full of ravines and a beard stained with copper rust powder, spat with a mouthful of iron-smelling spit and pressed down the bamboo bamboo hat on his head that had frayed edges and was stained green by the bronze rain. He stretched out his skinny palm and caught a handful of rainwater flowing from the eaves of the shed. The water glowed with a turbid blue-gray luster in his palm. "Look, this is not rainwater? This is fucking copper juice! If it continues like this, not to mention the bones, the souls will be soaked into copper slag!" Several equally tired miners nearby made a few dull echoes. Some people wrapped their cracked and bleeding palms in rags, and some people rubbed their eyes that were red, swollen and itchy from the mine dust and moisture. The air was filled with wet earth, metal rust, sweat and an indescribable dull atmosphere that seemed to come from the depths of the earth. In this dark and depressing background, at the entrance of the mine, a tall figure looked particularly calm. Chen Yu stood there, like a silent rock. He is tall and tall, with broad shoulders. He wears a short brown suit that has been washed white and has a few patches of indigo coarse cloth. He is tied around his waist with a hemp rope that is frayed to reveal the lining fiber. On the rope hangs a bronze square ruler that is about a foot long and has a simple shape. The rain wet his short, thick hair, flowed down the corners of his square jaw, passed over the old scar on his left cheek that was as long as lightning, and finally dripped onto his broad chest. He was bending slightly, concentrating on tightening the knot around the neck of a little girl standing in front of him. The girl was about seven or eight years old, wearing two crooked little buns. Her face was a little white due to the cold and humid air, but her big black eyes were as clear and translucent as obsidian soaked in water. Her name is Chen Ying, and she is the daughter of Chen Yu. At this moment, she obediently raised her little face, letting her father's rough but warm hands move around her neck. Hanging around her neck is a knot woven with silk threads of five colors, red, yellow, green, white and black. The colors appear particularly bright in the gray rain curtain, carrying a sincere aura of prayer from the ancient witch tribe. "Dad, tie it tight, or it will float away in the wind." Chen Ying's voice was thin, with the softness of a child. "Well, hold on tight." Chen Yu's voice was low, with a gritty texture unique to miners, but unusually gentle. He flexibly tied a knot that was strong and not easy to loosen with his fingers, and finally pressed the knot lightly with his fingertips, "Okay. It's raining heavily today and the copper is heavy. Wearing it will protect you." Chen Ying lowered her head, touched the five-color knot with her little hand cherishingly, and nodded vigorously. Behind Chen Yu, clutching his trouser leg tightly, was an even smaller boy, Chen Hao, Chen Yu's son. He looked about five or six years old. His little face was buried in his father's coarse trousers, with only a pair of timid big eyes showing, uneasily scanning the wet world with a strange metallic luster. One of his little hands was clutching a small wooden puppet. The puppet was rough in workmanship, and one of its arms had been completely broken and was missing, leaving only a bare shoulder. "Hao'er, don't be afraid." Chen Yu felt the trembling of the little body behind him and did not look back. He just used his free big hand to gently pat his son's little head backwards. His palms were broad, with thick knuckles, covered with calluses and tiny scars from holding a pickaxe, but the force he slapped on the child's head was as gentle as a feather. Chen Hao did not respond, but buried his face deeper and held the puppet with the missing arm tighter, his knuckles turning white. He always felt that the rain with the smell of metal and the dark mine made his little body instinctively feel uneasy and resistant. Chen Yu straightened up and looked across the rain curtain towards the entrance of the mine, which was as deep and dark as the throat of a giant beast. There are newly mined ores piled up at the entrance of the cave. Under the wash of the bronze rain, the originally gray-black ore surface is developing a thin layer of turquoise patina with a metallic cold light at a speed visible to the naked eye. Above the cave entrance, the thick supporting wooden beams are also covered with turbid ice edges condensed by rusty water, like the fangs of some kind of monster. The miners' complaints, the clanking of bronze tiles in the rain, and the muffled sound of cutting mountains and stones in the distance... These sounds are intertwined and form the eternal background sound of the Heishi'ao mining area. However, amidst the noise, Chen Yu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. A sound, an extremely weak sound that penetrated all background noise, was coming from the deepest part of the mine. Ding... Dong... The sound was extremely soft, extremely muffled, and intermittent, as if separated by thick rock formations and water curtains, with a tooth-sharp friction feeling. It's not like the crisp collision of metal tools, but more like... Some kind of huge and heavy bronze vessel, being slowly dragged by invisible forces in the deep underground, its edges occasionally scraping against hard rocks. This voice is not unfamiliar to Chen Yu. Over the past few months, it's been happening with increasing frequency and clarity. Every time he heard it, his heart sank inexplicably, as if something was awakening and turning over in the dark depths of the earth. "Uncle Zhao," Chen Yu turned his eyes to the old miner who was sheltering from the rain under the shed. His voice was not high, but it clearly penetrated the sound of rain. "Listen, is that noise... Coming again?" Uncle Zhao was drinking water from a cracked pottery bowl. When he heard this, his hand shook violently, and the turbid water spilled out, splashing his already dirty front. A trace of panic flashed in his bloodshot eyes. He listened carefully and his face became even more gloomy. He put down the bowl, his chapped lips trembled twice, and his voice contained a fear and helplessness unique to the elderly who had seen through the world. "Alas... Here it comes again..." He sighed heavily, his voice hoarse, "This sound... I feel panicked when I hear it... It was exactly the same as the sound before the 'Bronze Swallowing Man' thirty years ago..." "Bronze Swallowing Man?" A young miner next to him asked curiously, with the confusion of a newborn calf on his face. Uncle Zhao looked at the deep mine with his turbid eyes, as if he had fallen into some unbearable nightmare. He lowered his voice, with a creepy tone: "Yeah... It was such a ghostly weather at that time, and the rain was like copper juice... In the mine, there was always this kind of tinkling, tinkling, scraping of the bottom of a pot. Everyone said that it was the copper ancestor in the earth's veins who woke up and turned over... Later..." His voice paused, and his Adam's apple rolled, as if he was suppressing something. "What happened next, Uncle San?" The young miner asked, and several people hiding from the rain also pricked up their ears. Uncle Zhao took a deep breath of the moist cold air with a strong metallic smell, and his voice was trembling: "Later... Wang Laoliu's group entered the deepest No. 3 Mine tunnel... And never came out! I heard inside... First a burst of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and then... Then there was a muffled roar... Waiting for us to rush in Go, half of the mine tunnel collapsed! In the crack of the collapsed rock wall... I only found half of Wang Laoliu's broken straw hat! On the rock wall... There was a vague, red-hot iron mark on the rock wall... Five fingers, clearly!" The shed fell into a dead silence. Only the sound of bronze rain hitting the tiles continued monotonously and coldly. The young miner's face turned pale and he shrank his neck subconsciously, as if a giant bronze hand would reach out from the dark mine at any time. "What's wrong... That movement together, something bad must happen..." Uncle Zhao murmured, his wrinkled face showing deep fear and a kind of fatalistic despair, "The ground veins... Are turning over again... We who dig the earth and mine, maybe one day..." He didn't finish his words, but the unfinished meaning was like a cold poisonous snake, wrapping around the hearts of every miner present. Fear spread silently in the damp and cold air. Some people rubbed their hands uneasily, while others subconsciously looked into the depths of the mine that looked like a mouth full of people, their eyes full of wariness and worry. Even Chen Yu, listening to the intermittent "ding-dong" sounds like ghostly whispers deep in the mine, feeling the seemingly duller pulse of the earth under his feet, felt an ominous haze cast over his heart. His generous palms subconsciously raised to protect Chen Hao and Chen Ying who were pressing against him. Bronze rain still washes away tirelessly on this land cursed by metal, dyeing everything a heavy, cold blue-gray. The strange dragging sound deep in the mine, under the cover of the rain curtain, appeared and disappeared, like a lurking giant beast sharpening its claws.

Because the previous narrative style of Chapters 1-21 made it difficult for many book friends to understand the content of the story, Wandoujian also felt that it was not well written. Now, the content of Chapters 1-21 will be revised starting from June 5th. I strive to revise one chapter every day, and then the update speed of the serialized chapters will remain the same every day. Book friends who have read the previous chapters can go back and review them again.

The author is still insisting on writing. He is very perseverant.