Dragon Seal Shang King

The wheels rolled over the rails, making a rhythmic sound, like an old sewing machine, sewing the night into the window stitch by stitch. Ye Xiao leaned against the joint of the hard-seat carriage, her shoulders swaying slightly with the body of the car. He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt that had been washed white. The hood was pulled down low, covering most of his face, leaving only a cold and hard chin exposed. Three months ago, he stood in the wind on the top floor of the tallest building in the city, with the shadow of the nine-clawed golden dragon behind him and the entire resurrected Chinese dragon vein in his eyes. But now, he is just a person with no ID, no luggage, and even no past. Lin Que is "dead". The one who survived was Ye Xiao. The carriage was filled with the smell of instant noodles, sweat and low-quality tobacco. The overhead fluorescent tubes had poor contact, and the light flickered on and off, cutting the passengers' faces into fragments of light and dark. On the opposite seat, a mother holding her child was coaxing her to sleep in a low voice in dialect; diagonally ahead, several young people who went to work in the city were playing poker, and the sound of cards being thrown was mixed with vulgar laughter and curses; in the aisle, the flight attendant was pushing the car slowly and moving, shouting mechanically: "Make way, please give way." No one noticed him. This is exactly what he needs. "Nine sons are not full." These four words are like a cold steel needle, piercing the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, bringing a slight sting with every heartbeat. After that day, he burned all his identification documents, cut off all contact with Qianlong Pavilion, and even used the dragon seal to forcibly suppress his aura, turning his pupils from light gold back to pitch black. Shen Qingyi is still sleeping, Su Youwei has returned to the deep sea, and Ao Cong is sealed in the depths of the dragon's veins - and the "Tianwaitian" who sent the letter is the real chess game. But before stepping into that unknown land, he needed a "whetstone." A city. A surname. An old grudge. The train shuddered suddenly and slowed down to enter the station. An unclear female voice came from the radio: "Beiyu station is here, please bring your belongings..." Beiyu. The starting point of the Shen family's fortune was also the place where he was kicked out of the Shen family three years ago. The car door opened, and the cold wind poured in, carrying the dry and dusty smell unique to early winter in the north. Ye Xiao got off the bus among the crowd, and the moment he stepped on the platform, a familiar feeling of depression came from the ground - it was the branch of the Beiyu Dragon Vein that had been artificially cut off and had not yet been restored, and was as weak as a dying snake. He raised his head. On the relief on the dome of the station, there is a coiled stone dragon with mottled scales. The position of the dragon's eye has been roughly changed into two dots with red paint, as if it is mocking or covering up something. On Ye Xiao's chest, the dragon seal that had been silent for three months began to heat up slightly. "It seems that things are not peaceful here." He whispered to himself, his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. The corner of the mouth under the hood raised a slight arc, which was fleeting. There was a long queue at the exit of the station. The police checking tickets yawned, and the light of their flashlights casually swept through the crowd. Ye Xiao had no ticket or ID card. He just looked up at the policeman as the team moved closer. Just a glance. The policeman's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had been pricked by an invisible needle. He subconsciously looked away and waved to let him go, as if he didn't even see the man without a ticket. Walking out of the station, you will see a dusty city. The sky was a sickly gray, the low residential buildings were like neat rows of tombstones, and the glass curtain walls of several new office buildings in the distance reflected cold light, looking out of place. The breakfast stalls on the street were steaming, and the sound of fried dough sticks mixed with the shouts of the proprietress collecting money. Ye Xiao sat down at a roadside stall and ordered a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks. "Two dollars." The landlady didn't even raise her eyes. Ye Xiao took out two one-yuan coins and placed them on the greasy table. When the coin falls, it makes a crisp sound. The proprietress glanced at it and suddenly paused - the wear marks on the edge of the coin were very strange, as if something had gently chewed it in a circle. But she didn't ask any more questions, she just put away the money and turned around to greet other customers. The soy milk is warm and the fried dough sticks are a bit greasy. Ye Xiao ate slowly, but her ears were picking up all the sounds around her. "I heard that the eldest lady of the Shen family has woken up, but she is not like before..." "No, I heard that she sits by the window in a daze every day, paying no attention to anyone." "Oh, it is also a sin. , The good Shen family has made such a scene..." "Hush, lower your voice, now the second master of the Shen family is in charge, don't you want to live anymore?" Several men who looked like migrant workers talked in low voices, and soon fell silent again. Ye Xiao put down her chopsticks and lightly scratched the table with her fingertips. An almost invisible dragon-shaped water vapor spread along the wood grain, quietly burrowed into the ground, and headed towards the Shen family manor in the center of the city. After a while, the water vapor returned, bringing back a faint wave with the aura of phoenix blood. She is still alive. But very weak. He stood up, pulled his hood back up, and walked into the early morning crowd. The back is thin and unremarkable, like a drop of water blending into the sea. Only the fried dough stick that he threw away casually on the ground was not covered with any dust when it landed. Instead, it was suspended in the air one millimeter above the ground. It paused for half a second before falling slowly. The wind in Beiyu was very strong, making the branches of the dead trees on the roadside creak. Ye Xiao walked along the sidewalk and passed a wall covered with small advertisements. A brand-new notice caught his eye - "Shen Group is recruiting security personnel with generous remuneration." Below the notice, there is a bright red Shen family seal, with an almost imperceptible dragon pattern crack on the edge of the seal. He stretched out his index finger and tapped it lightly on the crack. The moment the fingertips touched, there was a very slight "click" sound from behind the notice, as if some mechanism was triggered. Ye Xiao retracted his hand and continued walking forward as if nothing happened. In the basement of the Shen family manor, a dragon-patterned stone plate connected to the notice quietly cracked a thin crack. In the gap, a wisp of black air slowly seeped out, twisting into a blurry human face in the air, and opened its mouth silently. Ye Xiao walked on the street, feeling every weak pulse of the injured dragon vein beneath the city. He knew he was back. Not as His Highness Ninth Prince, not as Lin Que, but as Ye Xiao - a doctor who came to "fix the pulse" and a returnee who came to "collect debts". At the intersection ahead, the red light turns on. He stopped and looked up at the surveillance camera in the middle of the intersection. The camera rotates slowly and the red light flashes like a prying eye. Ye Xiao faced the camera, slowly raised his right hand, and lightly touched his forehead with his index and middle fingers, performing an ancient dragon etiquette. The next second, the entire Beiyu City surveillance system went black for a frame.