Hidden God·Dawn

In the north of the North Sea, there is an island that is shrouded in mist all year round. The world calls it Yaoming Island. There is a country on the island called Liugui Country. According to legend, this island is inhabited by terrifying and ferocious ghosts and demons, who love to eat people most.

The rumors are true and not true. Outside the fog barrier, this island is not much different from other islands, but inside the fog barrier, there is something different.

There is no daylight here, the sky is an eternal purple black, there are no stars, only a blood moon hangs on the desolate sky, revealing infinitely strange and biting cold.

Liugui King City, Divine Phoenix Palace.

The rain, I don't know when it started to fall, Hancheng stood like a lifeless stone sculpture under the swaying wind and rain under the eaves, with no expression on his face as cold as iron.

In the main hall separated by a door, it was pitch black, and the horrific screams of the monsters and the sound of sharp claws piercing through the flesh and blood felt like an electric shock to the apex of the heart.

He heard that the chain collided fiercely, and the teenager screamed heartbreaking, so near, but so far: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly ………ah……"

A drop of bright red blood rolled down from between the fingers like a coral bead, quickly blurred into the rainwater all over the ground, and disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, the magnificent and luxurious palace door finally opened, and a sinister aura rushed in, and countless grotesque things dragged their long tails and disappeared into the depths of the darkness.

The sky was weak, and it penetrated through the wide-open hall door, pulling out a dark shadow. Han Cheng was covered with moisture, and stepped in from outside the hall, his steps were steady and slow.

In the huge space, the sound of monotonous footsteps and a person's twitching dick echoed.

"Cheng'er, why don't you always listen to what I say?" A woman sighed helplessly from above.

"If you don't want to see what he looks like now, don't continue to resist!" The woman's voice was flat, showing faint fatigue.

With a soft sound, the flames on the phoenix-headed lampstands at the four corners of the hall suddenly lit up.

Han Cheng's pace faltered slightly, as if he couldn't adapt to the sudden light, his pupils shrank and trembled for a moment, but they quickly calmed down without any trace.

In front of him was a huge stone slab ten feet square, inlaid with the ground of the main hall, and it fit perfectly.

The stone slab was covered with sharp diamonds, which pierced Ah Jiu's body and fixed him firmly on the slate without hurting his vitals.

Four pitch-black iron chains as thick as a baby's arms penetrated his shoulder blades and calves, and were firmly tied to the stone posts at the four corners of the stone slab.

The blood from before had dried up, forming large crimson blood clots on the slate, and now bright red glaring blood was flowing down from Ah Jiu's body.

He had long since lost his human form, his face was covered in blood and flesh, and his face was torn off by the monster's sharp claws. There were no eyeballs in his eye sockets, but two deep blood holes, and white corpse maggots crawled in and out of them.

The body was covered with hideous wounds like knives and axes, and the flesh was dragged in pieces. The green liquid in the wounds was emitting green smoke, melting the flesh, tendons and tendons into pus and blood.

"Brother...brother...help...me..." He couldn't move, his withered hair was soaked in thick blood, his lips were so corroded that they couldn't cover his teeth, he opened and closed slightly, and his hoarse voice was like a devil crying.

Han Cheng squatted down beside Ah Jiu slowly, raised his hand and caressed the wound on his waist that almost divided his whole body in half, and the overflowing internal organs were slowly collected into the abdominal cavity, his eyes were almost calm Cruel: "It's okay..."

"Whether he can be liberated or not is all up to you. Do you really want him to live like death?" Lights and shadows flickered, ghosts, birds and phoenixes sat on the high platform in the center of the hall, their silky long hair spread like The water plants are sprinkled on the jade seat.

Her skin is that kind of pale white that hasn't seen the sun for a long time, exuding a strange lifelessness, and the red demon lines cover the corners of her eyes like eye shadow, which is alluring and charming.

"Brother...Kill me...Kill me...I don't want to live...Don't..." As if stimulated by the words of the ghost bird and the god phoenix, Ah Jiu's body began to struggle, his hoarse voice was boundless fear.

Hancheng was silent, watching the blood rush out of his body with Ah Jiu's struggle, his fists were clenched again secretly, unable to say a word.

The Xuanyin Hall of His Royal Highness is as its name suggests, its whole body is as black as ink, and black air is lingering all year round.

In the center of the front of the hall is carved the head of a huge flying ghost, with a bloody mouth and fangs exposed.

Under the fangs, Hancheng stands woodenly, followed by a little ghost holding a brocade box.

He is dressed in a long robe like snow, and the wide cuffs are embroidered with strange patterns with red silk thread. Under this desolate and lonely sky, he looks like a red plum blooming proudly in the snow.

Hancheng has a very deep outline, with neat and handsome facial lines, tall and slightly thin, and on top of his pale face, exquisite facial features are abnormally stiff, like stone carvings.

However, the white-robed boy's eyes at this moment have an extremely strange color, such pure darkness, without a trace of light at all, and he can't even distinguish his pupils, making his whole face faintly reveal a dark and evil death aura .

"Second Highness, Your Highness the Crown Prince welcomes you!" The hall door opened, and a headless ghost walked out of the dark Prince's Hall with blood rolling in his neck, and made a "please" gesture with his hand.

Because Guiniao Shenfeng is the concubine of the ghost king of Liugui Kingdom, and Hancheng is considered her adopted son, fearing the power of Guiniao Shenfeng, all the ghosts respectfully address him as Second Highness in person.

Han Cheng nodded slightly, and calmly stepped into the ghostly hall.

Inside the Xuanyin Hall, clusters of red flames lit up one after another on the walls on both sides, coating the entire hall with a bewitching blood color, which was particularly permeating.

On the walls on both sides are two huge murals, each with eighteen green-faced fangs and black-robed blood-eyed ghosts, the bloody light on the walls is released from their eyes.

There is a blood-covered human next to each ghost, whose body is torn apart, or bitten by sharp teeth, the internal organs are flowing, the scene is bloody and brutal, and the expressions of fear and pain on the faces of those portraits are even more vividly carved , every detail is revealed.

Against the backdrop of the bloody light in the temple, the blood gushing out of the human body became more vivid and dazzling, as if it would seep from the wall in the next moment.Heart-piercing howls and strong bloody breath came out through the painting.

However, Han Cheng's attention was never attracted by the purgatory-like mural of Shura. From the beginning, his eyes were fixed on Prince Fufeng's face, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he bowed and saluted: "See you, brother!"

Fufeng sat on the high platform, with an extremely seductive human woman in her hands, her eyes were bloodthirsty and arrogant.

He looked down at the expressionless but chilling face of Hancheng below, his cold pupils became even colder, and he said coldly: "If you have nothing to do, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall. What's the use of coming here?"

With a peaceful expression, Han Cheng took the brocade box from the little ghost behind him, and offered it with both hands: "I heard that today is Brother Wang's birthday, and my younger brother has come here specially to present a congratulatory gift. I hope Brother Wang will accept it with a smile!"

Today, the Xuanyin Hall is extremely deserted and quiet, apart from Hancheng and the little ghosts around him, there are only the headless ghost and the ghost on the throne on the high platform.

As soon as Hancheng's words came out, the hall became even quieter, no sound could be heard, and the air seemed to condense instantly.

On this day 50 years ago, the queen of Liugui, the biological mother of Prince Fufeng, was killed by a human practitioner. Since then, the birthday of the prince has become a taboo in the royal capital and even the entire Liugui Kingdom.

Therefore, Prince Fufeng never celebrates his birthday, and no one is allowed to mention it.

And coming to congratulate in such a stately place as Hancheng is undoubtedly an act of death.

Not in the mood to think about whether the other party's purely death-seeking behavior is stupid and ignorant, being instigated by others, or deliberately for another purpose, Prince Fufeng's ferocious facial features are slowly twisting, and the sharp black nails on the fingertips are visible to the naked eye The velocity extension becomes longer.

The next moment, there was a scream from above the throne, and Fufeng's long sharp claws suddenly pierced into the heart of the woman in his arms, blood gushing out, and then pulled hard, a bloody heart was pulled out!

The woman's face was full of pain and ferocity, and she was thrown off the high platform by Prince Fufeng like trash, rolled at high speed on the long stone steps, and then fell to the foot of Hancheng, leaving bright and thick bloodstains all the way.

"Didn't Lady Shenfeng tell you..." Fufeng stretched out his long tongue, and slowly licked the stolen goods in his hands, blood stained his red lips, which was particularly dazzling.

"Is today also the death day of my mother's mother!" His eyes suddenly burst into blood, and the bloody heart was wrapped in black air, and flew towards him with a strong sound of breaking wind.

Han Cheng's expression froze, he raised his hand and threw the brocade box, and grabbed the little ghost beside him and flew back quickly.

At that moment, several long black tongues flew out of Fufeng's bloody mouth like the body of a giant python, followed by the woman's heart and instantly smashed the brocade box in the air, and blasted on the hard basalt ground where Hancheng was standing just now. Immediately, a large piece exploded, and the gravel flew like a sharp weapon.

"What kind of thing are you, worthy of calling me a brother?" Prince Fufeng showed a ferocious expression, and when he missed a hit, the black tongue immediately turned and scattered, chasing after him from different directions and angles, the faster and faster it was. It came faster and faster, with more and more force, revealing a kind of fury that would not give up until the goal was reached, and the hall was soon in a mess and severely damaged.

"Hancheng just came to give a gift with good intentions, and didn't intend to offend the queen. Why should your highness do this?" Hancheng explained while trying to avoid the fierce offensive of the black tongue.

However, today's Fufeng seems to be very irritable, his facial features are distorted badly, his eyes are bloodshot and red as if they are about to bleed, and the demon pattern on his forehead spreads rapidly to the surroundings, which is weird and terrifying.

He suddenly swooped down from the high platform, his five fingers moved slightly, his whole hand seemed to have mutated suddenly, it swelled and elongated rapidly in the air, the dry and cold claws clasped Hancheng's neck in just a moment, and the next moment, three The black tongue roared from behind, piercing Han Cheng's chest and abdomen instantly.

Blood gushed out from the gap between the black tongue and the wound, and soon turned black, and quickly disappeared under the miasma. The muscles around the wound were stimulated by the filthy liquid attached to the surface of the black tongue, as if being burned by a raging fire. shrink down.

Prince Fufeng's opened eyes seemed to be burning with blood, and the veins on his temples were protruding and throbbing violently, with an uncontrollable bloodthirsty desire.

"Your Highness!" Beside him, the voice of the headless ghost sounded at the critical moment. On the face of Prince Fufeng, the fierce and ferocious look remained undiminished. After a long stalemate, he suddenly withdrew his tongue and waved his arms. Like a huge boulder, it smashed hard outside the palace gate.

The young man took a deep breath, slowly raised his trembling right hand, and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was a smile in his eyes, a cold smile.

The sky is as clear as blue, with a few white clouds drifting leisurely. Under the sky, the vast North Sea is surging with blue waves. Under the sunshine, the entire sea area is shimmering and dazzling. But, flapping the fine and soft sandy beaches around the island, countless white seabirds soared and undulated among the archipelago, and there were bursts of birdsong from time to time.

In the slightly salty sea breeze, a dazzling white light swept across the distant sea and sky.

"Fat intestines, where did this fly come from? Are you lost?" A boy who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old was lazily lying on a fairy sword that had been magnified more than ten times, with his arms and legs resting on his pillow. , asked Yu Jianyu's sweaty companion beside him.

Mu Qing was wearing a dark blue double-breasted narrow-sleeved gown, a wide belt with the same color auspicious cloud pattern around his waist, and the cuffs of the sleeves behind his head were tied with a blue ribbon.

His soft, smooth, light-colored hair is thick and thick, part of it is tied high behind his head, and part of it hangs down over his shoulders, pouring on the broad sword like flowing water, fluttering in the mighty wind.

This young man has delicate features and lively eyes. He is not a peaceful figure, but he also gives people a feeling of harmlessness to humans and animals.

Lu Changfei curled his lips, looked back, and expressed his dissatisfaction in an angry tone: "Mu Qing, how many times have I told you that I'm not fat..."

"Pig! Big! Intestine!" Before he could finish speaking, the blue-clothed boy cut off the words unceremoniously, with a grinning expression on his gradually angular face.

"Ah..." Lu Changfei sighed, not intending to argue anymore, but muttered softly, "What did I, Lu Changfei, do in my previous life? I met such an idiot and stubborn brother...ah!" Pain, he was hit by something, he reacted instantly, and suddenly turned back to stare at the boy behind him.

"Hey hey! Missed... missed..." Mu Qing grinned, "You were the one who hit you! What the hell!"

Someone Lu: "..."

After a pause for a while, he suddenly let out a long sigh as if resigned to his fate, and his expression instantly subsided, and he said quite helplessly: "Oh... I said, senior brother, can you stop being so boring? You can use such a bad excuse a thousand times Count it a hundred times, since you met you, how many times have you missed your hand? There is no one else in this trick!"

Lu Changfei's tone was completely different from that of a junior speaking to a senior, as if there was only a young man with equal status beside him, and he was also a very annoying brat.

But Mu Qing was obviously worried, he raised his brows and grinned: "I am your senior brother, so please be considerate and considerate! When you get out of this sea, ask me to take you to the most prosperous place in Central Continent to have fun." !"

If you don't come out of this sea, the last sentence is completely farting, so Lu Changfei is not happy.

He sneaked out to play with this unseemly brother, and accidentally got lost in the boundless sea. After tossing around in the clouds and fog for a day and a night, he couldn't find the shore, and he was so tired that he was about to collapse.

Curling his lips impatiently, the young man said with a fair face: "Senior brother... I don't know where this is!"

After a pause, his eyes moved slightly, and suddenly his attitude changed, showing a flattering smile: "Brother, you are tired, why not... which island should we descend to rest?

Mu Qing was not angry because of the word "old", but accepted it calmly.He stretched his waist, raised his white and slender hands to block the scorching sun above his head, looked at the boundless sea below his feet like a huge blue gemstone and the scattered green islands dotted in it, and grinned suddenly He smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Suddenly, Mu Qing drew the Jue in his hand, and the white fairy sword suddenly glowed brightly, dazzlingly, the blade of the sword tilted down, and with a "swish", it shot towards an island.

Lu Changfei, who didn't have time to react, swayed and almost fell. He shouted angrily: "Ah... brat, can't you remind me in advance?"

The strong wind cut his face and came whistling, Mu Qing's hair danced wildly, his blue clothes fluttered, and his crisp and hearty laughter echoed under the vast sky: "Hahaha, it's because you are too slow to react!"

The white sword accelerated suddenly, and rushed down at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving only a faint phantom and someone's scream in the air.

The island under his feet grew rapidly, and Mu Qing was about to slow down, when suddenly there was a "boom" in his head, and a boundless darkness appeared in front of him, and he felt his body lighten, and he fell down involuntarily.

Red Leaf Forest.

This is an eternal forest of red leaves. They are not maple leaves, but a kind of tree unique to Liugui Country.When a group of dead leaves fall, there will be a group of new leaves to replace them and continue to render the world.

Han Cheng dressed in Li Se's fancy attire and walked alone in the fiery red forest.

Li Se, the color of black with yellow like li grass, is the color of his inner world, and gradually penetrates into life as time goes by.

This is the only place he likes, quiet, beautiful, with a touch of sentimentality, it isolates all killing, blood, and cruelty.

He stepped on the road paved with dead leaves, listening to the fine "rustling" sound of the dead leaves when they shattered, and watching a wisp of wind lightly passing through the woods roll up the withered red and old leaves on the trees and dance flutteringly.

The color of red leaves, to appreciate the tempering of the years, to experience the stormy waves of life, after all, cannot escape the ravages of fate.

The boy stopped suddenly, and looked at the sky that was dyed red by the light of red leaves as if feeling something.

There was a loud bang, and a red lightning suddenly appeared, tearing open a gap in the sky, revealing a big black hole.

Facing such a strange appearance, Han Cheng's expression did not change at all.

Who is going to die, and what does it have to do with him?

"Ah..." Two screams shook the sky, and in the black hole, a white light appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground like a meteor.

Immediately afterwards, a black dot separated from the white light and quickly fell towards the red leaf forest.

There was a blunt "bang", and the black dot blinked and enlarged into a blue figure, which hit the ground heavily like a giant projectile, and the fallen leaves all over the ground were shaken into the air, and then slowly fell down.

Lu Changfei took a lot of effort to get himself out of the soil, wiped the dirt and nosebleeds from his face, grinned his teeth and called out, "Senior Brother? Senior Brother?..."

He looked around, but he only saw the young man next to him. Lu Changfei patted the dust and leaves on his body, chuckled, and said to Hancheng, "Brother, may I ask... have you seen my senior brother?" ?”

Hancheng's eyes were dim, and there was that empty look again, like a person who has not woken up, and looked at Lu Changfei indifferently, without any intention of answering, and walked around him before leaving.

The author has something to say:

This is my first book. Actually, I started writing it a long time ago. It’s a bit funny to say that other authors read a lot of novels before thinking about writing, but I want to write. I read novels, so at the beginning, the writing and plot were terrible. Later, as time went by, I read more books, and I realized many problems, so I started to revise, but the previous text had already taken shape, and it was still difficult to change it. It’s really difficult, so I only changed some details, but I couldn’t change the essential problems. I also thought about giving up like this. It’s probably useless to work hard without a good start. Besides, my ability is really good. Very limited, but I still can't bear to scrap it.