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The entire ground was overflowing with heat. The trees chirped and the dry leaves on the ground were stomped into fine powder. The stream that had been gurgling had lost all its moisture, and the pebbles, under the heat of the flames, shone with a blinding silver light. The fields dried up. Crack. The map outlined on the towel. The crops are generalized as dry firewood. Changan was hit by a drought that was hard to come by in a hundred years.

The people built a altar to pray for rain and burn incense to worship Buddha, but God should not want the people at all. It was harvest season and the people had no harvest. They lived on a small amount of grain stored at home. Villagers butchered cattle and sheep, women and children carried bamboo baskets all over the mountains to find edible weeds to pick leaves. Many villagers died of poisoning after eating poisonous weeds. The poor people were suffering a life worse than death, hoping to escape the clutches of the dead demon.

The heavens were merciless and the government was heartless. The officials, despite the brutal plight of the people, continued to collect taxes harshly. The soldiers went to every household in the village to search and collect grain, lead cattle and sheep to catch poultry, force the people to pay taxes and food, and ignore the lives and deaths of the people.

"Old master, we only have that little bit of rations left. Leave it for us. There are both old and young people here, we all hope that our lifeblood will survive!" Father Yan kowtowed as he pleaded.

The soldier raised the bag of rations in his hand and muttered with a strange yet sinister smile, "Stay, haha..." The lords and gentlemen go to the wind! We are also counting on this lifeblood! "

"It's not raining this year because of the drought. We didn't even get a single grain."

"You did not seek out the Heavens for the harvest. It is perfectly justified for the imperial government to collect taxes." After saying that, he kicked away his father who was kneeling in front of him, begging with all his might. The frail and skinny father was kicked in the face, which then dripped blood from the corner of his mouth.

Yan'er who was at the side staggered over and grabbed onto the soldier's uniform. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "Sir, please stay for us. My two children haven't eaten a single grain of rice in a few days. Please …" "I beg of you …" Her mother was already sobbing as she pointed at Xiao Wen Qing and Wen Ying, who were lying in the arms of her grandmother, who was crying profusely.

"Scram." The soldier flung off his mother and ran out the door.

When Father Yan saw this, he immediately jumped up to grab the grain in the soldiers' hands. The soldiers became furious and saw that Father Yan was still holding onto the food with all his might, so they pulled out their sabers from their waists and chopped towards his chest.

Time froze in the blink of an eye as the stuffy space became devoid of any sound. The black color was like a huge net that covered the entire land, tight and airless. Boundless red color filled all of their eyes. The Heaven and Earth Desolate rotated like a beast devouring the entire space. It was blurry and unfocused.

The soldier wiped the bloodstained knife on his father's body and sheathed it, leaving with a sly smile.

Wen Ying, who was four years old, started crying. At this moment, the six year old Xiao Wen Qing wasn't crying at all. She clenched her fists tightly.

The soldier's sword had cut through his father's body as well as his young heart. It was a complete pain without any wound, and the sound of something breaking could be heard. His father leaned forward in the pool of blood and struggled, dying. His eyes were like a deep black hole, glaring at the world, complaining about the injustice of the world.

That panic, that fear, that uneasiness mixed with anger and hatred … A strong feeling of inexplicable came over, reprimanding the thoughts of a child.

The mother of the bird, suffering from a sickness caused by her husband's death, and suffering from hunger, soon abandoned the two poor children and died in despair.

The entire world was filled with endless despair, and the darkness was filled with two hearts that were ignorant of the affairs of the world. They sealed off this world in an unparalleled abyss before they could even take a look around.

There was no warmth, no sun, and in the darkness of the night all they touched was the sharpness of sin.

They had been robbed of everything by this heartless God and the cruel ruler, and the darkness of the cage held them in place. But who should repent for the sins of the good and innocent?

With the grief of losing their loved ones and extreme despair, the entire village dragged those fleeing for their lives, leaving the handicapped and sickly to guard this desolate village.

Similarly, in order to survive, Xiao Wen Qing and her grandmother and younger sister left the village with the villagers. Even though the sky was wide and the land was vast, no one knew where these wandering souls could go. No one knew where they would go, and neither did they know. Home is gone, the ends of the earth, no place can settle these sad and despairing drifting heart.

Wandering. Wandering.

Where the grief would stretch. Suffering, this rapids, how these poor abandoned people can swim... The entire world was clamoring over the arrival of death. Where was the end? Death? Or was it the rallying of suffering?

Waves of gentle wind blew through the mountains. The sky was cloudless and the weather was beautiful. The sunlight stole through the layers of leaves and scattered gently on the ground. The bright and bright spots of light were like spirits scattered across the earth. The bamboos sang in the bamboo forest. The beautiful village was surrounded by a green sea of trees, the village was filled with smoke, chickens were looking for food in the gentle breeze, and sheep and cattle were leisurely nibbling on grass on the hillside. The men hummed a light song as they worked their way up the mountain to hunt. The women were happily busy with their work, and the naive children were happily playing the game of falcons and chicks in the field.

Who would have thought that this quiet happiness would be broken?

Suddenly, the whole village was thrown into chaos as a group of bandits rushed into the village with long swords in their hands to rob the women. The elderly, women and children, however, could only watch helplessly as this group of bandits did as they pleased, letting them run rampant as the young men who dared to stand out were beaten to the point of spitting out blood and breaking bones.

"All of you, listen carefully. Bring the delicious food out and greet the men." The head thief threatened the villagers as he waved the large saber in his hand, causing the iron hoops to clank against the thick wall of the sabre.

When the villagers saw the weasel's chick, none of them dared to make a sound.

"Let me go, let me go, Mother …" The girl's voice broke the silence.

Looking towards one of the houses, he saw a muscle-faced bandit dragging out a girl about fifteen to sixteen years old. She was struggling desperately. The ferocious beast in front of her caused her to be unable to breathe. She wanted to break free from this evil hand, wanted to break free from this shackle. She wanted to fly away and not let anyone insult her body. A frantic struggle. However, the little bird that was locked in the cage couldn't escape in the end. It painfully cried out, but no one was able to give her her freedom. No one was able to help her defeat this ferocious magical beast in front of her. The Demon Claw deeply sank into her heart. She was calling, a despairing and indignant call.

"The entire village is crying for her. The emerald sea of trees is also crying hysterically. No one can help her …" "F * ck you, get out here." The bandit tried his best to drag the struggling girl along.

All of a sudden, a middle-aged woman rushed out from the room, and started tearing and hitting the bandits as she wailed, "Let go of my daughter, let go of my daughter, you beasts …"

"Damned woman, you're courting death! Scram!" The bandit snorted as he kicked the woman in the stomach. The woman was kicked back several meters, and was gasping in pain as she held her stomach.

"Mother … "Mother …" The mother and daughter pair were in tears.

The villagers saw all of this with their own eyes, but were unable to do anything about it.

"Put her down." A clear and sonorous voice came from the hillside, shocking everyone.

It was as if a ray of dawn had broken through the dense dark clouds, illuminating those sad and desperate hearts. Everyone's gaze turned towards Qiu Po. Under the radiance of the sun, a sixteen to seventeen year old youth stood there arrogantly with a bamboo basket for gathering herbs on his back. He held a small shovel tightly in his hand. Under the contrast of the sunlight, his face was plastered with a dim light, and his eyes were filled with extreme anger.

The villagers, who had originally thought that they had found a lifesaver, sighed in lament when they saw that it was just a young man who was fighting against the balance. It was as if the wisp of lightning that had shot through the clouds was a flash of lightning that illuminated the entire land. However, it did not leave any traces behind. Disappointment could be seen in the eyes of the villagers.

However, the girl who was being tightly grasped stared at the young man, as she was keenly aware that the young man before her could save her from fire and water, a look of longing appeared in her eyes. She silently counted in her heart that this ray of light could illuminate the darkness, not for an instant, yes, at this moment, she could only place her hopes of breaking the demon's shackles onto him. "Let her go." The youth shouted once again.

The leader of the bandits held his breath, his right hand stroked his moustache as he said with contempt, "Where did this little brat come from? His tone is not small, he wants to be a hero trying to save a beauty, right?" His right hand stroked the braids on his head, while his left hand fiddled with the big saber Tie Huan. The sound of the iron hoops hitting each other seemed to be a warning to all the villagers that no one could save them.

The young man walked down from the hill in a composed manner, facing seven or eight bandits with long blades in his hands. He was calm and composed, without a single trace of fear in his eyes. The gentle breeze from the valley gently blew his hair, which had fallen in front of his face, and occasionally, a few bird cries came from the lush forest. By this time the villagers, stunned by the calm and courage of the young man before them, had slowly put down the heavy stone that was pressing against their hearts. They did not want him to save them, but they were overcome by his righteousness or by his courage in challenging evil, and they saw the resolute conviction reflected in his eyes. They did not speak, nor were they afraid, and they looked at the young man with the same determined eyes. Deep breaths rolled between them.