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Chapter 309 Restlessness

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    Uncle Kuan sat down and told everyone about a past event many years ago.

    When Uncle Kuan was a child, he was a nomad in the desert. At that time, there were many nomadic peoples in the desert.  There are not many of them, they live freely and happily.  But one day, misfortune fell from the sky, and life and death were at a loss from then on.

    Uncle Kuan and his tribe are attacked by a masked celibate man.

    The man slaughtered the entire village indiscriminately and without any reason.  Uncle Kuan was young, and after being injured, he pretended to be dead and escaped unharmed.

    In a pool of blood, he saw the man take off his mask with his own eyes.  At first I thought it should be a hideous murderer, but who knew that this heinous guy with blood on his hands actually had a face full of aura.

    Seeing him among the corpses, Uncle Kuan rummaged for a while, found a box, left, and set fire to burn down the entire tribe.

    Uncle Kuan became a vagrant from then on, and finally ran to the territory of Song Dynasty.

    At that time, the border was not stable, and most of the generals at the border were mediocre. Song Jun, who was afraid of death, would kidnap some foreigners to help him work hard.  In this way, Uncle Kuan went directly from a happy childhood to a painful life of exile.  In the best years of his life, he ran around on the battlefield, and occasionally escaped into the desert, only to have a moment of peace, but every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would have nightmares again and again. That aura and handsome face was like a memory of Shura Yasha for him.

    Until Zhao Pu moved into Mobei, built Heifeng City and treated everyone who did not provoke wars, no matter if they were Han Chinese, mixed blood, or foreigners.  Uncle Kuan lived a good life, and Zhao Pu and the huge Zhao family army were the thickest and most reliable city wall for every frontier citizen who had experienced war and was displaced without any sense of security.  Everyone gradually forgot about the hurt, and so did Uncle Kuan He hadn't had this dream for a long time, and knew about Zhan Zhao's appearance.

    However, Uncle Kuan analyzed it rationally, and he knew that Zhan Zhao could not be a ghost, nor could he be the same person from back then, or maybe there is a similarity between him. If he was alive, he would not be so young, let alone the famous Nanxia.  Zhan Zhao.

    And if you take a closer look, Zhan Zhao, apart from being pretty and lovable, has a gentle and kind personality, which is different from that person, who is evil and weird.

    After listening to Uncle Kuan's narration, Gongsun was a little puzzled, "Why did he keep the pictures? What's in the box?"

    Uncle Kuan shook his head, "At that time, there was a lot of chaos. He did seem to be looking for something, but I couldn't hear what he said to our patriarch."

    "Then the black box he stole, do you know what's inside?" Zhan Zhao asked.

    Uncle Kuan frowned and shook his head.

    "Don't jump to conclusions so quickly." Gongsun said seriously, "You were still young at the time, and children are prone to memory confusion after being frightened."

    "That's right." Zhan Zhao also nodded, "If so many people were really killed for the contents of the black box, then the contents in the box must be very important.  Take it away, you should recall carefully, after he got the box, did he open it and take out something?"

    "Uh, what about this" Uncle Kuan frowned in embarrassment and thought hard.  To be honest, he did have a few memory gaps.  Firstly, he was really too scared at the time, maybe he didn¡¯t see it clearly, secondly, he had been trying to forget that terrible memory all these years, so for a while, he really couldn¡¯t remember it.

    The fourth son stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Uncle Kuan's temples, "Think slowly, relax."

    Uncle Kuan calmed down and thought about it slowly, everyone also kept quiet and waited quietly.

    Not long after, Uncle Kuan suddenly rubbed his chin and became dazed.

    "Remember?" Gongsun asked.

    "Oh Nope."

    Everyone was discouraged.

    "But I remembered something else." Uncle Kuan said seriously, "I seem to have seen that black box and the contents inside when I was a child."

    "What?" Everyone's curiosity was raised again.

    "It's like this." Uncle Kuan said, "I remember once when I was a child, I saw the patriarch hiding secretly and sighing at the moon.

    I was very young at the time, about four or five years old, so I ran over to ask him what was wrong.  At that time, he was holding a black box in his hand. The box was open. He shook his head and sighed to me, saying, "The moon is the light of my hometown. When will I return to my hometown?"

    Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, what about the patriarch's homesickness?  But isn't he a nomad? It's rare for a nomad to be homesick.

    "Do you remember what was in the box?" Gongsun asked.

    "I am bigIt's almost invisible, even if you slap the little princess to death with one palm, you can still be unnoticed, this person can't be provoked!

    Just as he was thinking, Han Changzai suddenly noticed that Bai Yutang's originally relaxed expression became serious.

    He frowned slightly, looking in the direction of the mountain gate, seemingly thoughtful.

    Han Chang came back to his senses and found that Princess Yan was tugging on his sleeve.

    "Princess."

    "Brother, where are you?"

    Han Chang was taken aback for a moment, looked left and right, only to realize that apart from Ada and his two bodyguards, the other warriors and horses were gone behind him.

    What's even weirder is that the original noisy voice disappeared in an instant.

    There was no sound of horses barking or people shouting around, only the sound of pattering rain remained, and suddenly it was so quiet, so quiet that it made people feel weird.

    Han is often looking at Princess Yan.

    "Suddenly there was no sound." Princess Yan was still dissatisfied, "I'm so stupid, did I chase the horse and run away?"

    Han Chang shook his head, and saw Bai Yutang pressing Bai Yunfan's neck with one hand and rubbing it gently, which seemed to mean to relax him.

    After waiting for a while, there was still no sound. Han Chang felt that something was wrong and wanted to go out to have a look, but as soon as he reached the entrance of the temple, Bai Yutang suddenly reached out his hand and waved it lightly.

    Han Changzai immediately stopped and looked at him.

    Bai Yutang's eyes were still looking out of the gate. Under the dark clouds and heavy rain, Heifengling looked dark and deep. It was almost dark at this time, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

    "What happened?" Han Changzai finally couldn't bear it and asked Bai Yutang.

    Bai Yutang was silent for a while, then said, "Didn't you smell it?"

    "What's the smell?" Han Chang looked at Bai Yutang subconsciously, thinking to himself, besides the smell of soil and rain, is there any smell?

    Bai Yutang frowned slightly, "The smell of blood."

    At the same time, a gust of mountain wind came

    Han often covered his nose, only to feel a fishy smell in the wind, what Bai Yutang said was true, it smelled like blood.

    "It stinks!" Princess Yan held her nose to see Han Changzai, "What does it smell like?"

    At this moment, Bai Yutang finally knew what Bai Yunfan was worried about. It was because he smelled a strong smell of blood, and what animals were most afraid of, the smell of death.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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