This is an ancient small town.

"Uk".

Uk is located in the basin, surrounded by mountains on all sides.

Branched rivers flowing out of the Euphrates and the Tigris River, pass through the town and form a small lake.

Before the war broke out, it was also a poor town.

The locals with sallow skin, their eyes were empty and their faces were indifferent.

They were ragged, lying, sitting, or sleeping, on the roadside, on the roof, on the river bank.

There are more people hiding in the shadows that can bring them a sense of security, hiding in vain, and looking at everything in front of them with a dull and unsightly gaze.

before,

There were boring geography scholars who once discussed the reasons for the formation of the Uk town basin.

Some people say that this is the sinking of the ground where the entire town is located after the bottom shell changes;

Some people say that there is a rich underground river system below the town. The sunshine is over and over again, and the ground gradually sinks, forming this landform;

Some people also say that many, many years ago, a meteorite fell from the sky and directly smashed a pit here.

No one has any consideration for the specific reasons.

After all, this is just a poor town that no one cares about.

Who cares about how the basin is formed?

After the call of all people,

This town also experienced the baptism of riots.

After being plundered by veterans, the place was full of devastation and only a mess was left.

"This is human."

On this day,

A man with silver-white hair passed by here.

He was wearing a clean white robe with exquisite lace on it. Under the robe, there was a pitch-black and soft lining, and under his feet, he was wearing a pair of thick round-headed scalp boots. The man smiled and walked on the road, giving people the feeling of being like the wind blowing from the grassland, which was elusive, but it was difficult to feel disgusting.

"May I ask, do you want to buy rare props? As long as it is only 300 points!"

When the white-haired man passed by, a woman with dry blood on her clothes staggered over and sold rare props to the man.

She lowered her voice, and only saw that the man was dressed in good clothes did she dare to do so. Otherwise, rare-level props could be exchanged for a lot of food at the gathering place of seniors next door. Under normal circumstances, she would never dare to expose the precious rare-level props.

The white-haired man shook his head and walked a few steps faster.

The woman bit her lower lip hard, and moved closer, in a smaller voice: "I have good skills, 200 points are fine. Please, please, I'm too hungry. Even... I can do it."

"Oh, it's a headache."

The white-haired man smiled embarrassedly and rubbed his hair: "I am not your kind. Moreover, I'm sorry for your determination being tainted. I don't like women."

The local woman selling [Rare Level] props was stunned when she heard this.

She looked at the man's face, flawless facial features, and gentle smile. In the peaceful era, she would be willing to pay even if she was not. However, such a perfect man doesn't like women... Hiss, it's a pity.

"Shh."

The white-haired man raised his white index finger to his lips. He turned around and saw that in the dark, there were many eager eyes peeking at this place. He could only sigh helplessly, take out a package from his arms, and take out a piece of dry bread from the package.

“Eat.”

The woman hesitated for a moment, but she still took the bread and started chewing it in big mouthfuls.

After a while, the bread was finished.

When she raised her head with unsatisfactory desire, the man like the wind had disappeared at some point.

...

Doing a trivial little thing afterwards.

The white-haired man came to a church.

The church door was open, and the benches used for prayer were everywhere and lying on the ground.

In a corner of the church, near the wall, a clear space was specially vacated. There were seven or eight corpses neatly arranged. Each corpse was left with various scars. Some were already cold, while others were still a little warm, as if they had just died.

Their age, death time, and death method have nothing in common. But the only thing they have in common is that at this moment, they are all posed in a straight posture, facing up to the sky, closing their eyes. Their hands, their fingers crossed and closed in front of their chests, seemed to be a prayer posture.

On the chest of each corpse, a bright little white flower was quietly placed. This ordinary little white flower diluted the sorrow of death and added a bit of solemnity and solemnity.

A thin young man in black priest costume turned his back to the open church door and bowed his head to pray.

When the white-haired man stepped into the church, the young priest sighed and put on a ring: "May I ask, are you here to pray...ah? Lord Great Sage?"

The young priest turned his head and stared, with the round frame on the bridge of his nose tilted to one side.

Ten minutes later.

The young priest moved two clean stools in front of the statue of the goddess whose upper body had collapsed, and then brought a table to sit with the white-haired man.

The young priest was nervous and twisted slightly on the stool, as if he was a little uncomfortable.

"Master Sage..."

After an awkward silence, the young priest mustered up his courage to raise his head and was about to break the silence, but the white-haired man smiled at Cencen, and his gentle smile made people feel like spring breeze. He took out a box of chess from his robe like magic.

"Shh, don't talk," the white-haired man smiled and blinked: "Get a game of chess!"

The young priest was stunned.

But after a moment,

They still played chess.

At the beginning, the young priest was a little restrained.

The white-haired man's offensive was slow, calm and unhurried, and he felt like he was boiling a frog in warm water.

But it was this kind of chess style. As the young priest watched his own camp, the trembling "Queen" who was surrounded by a group of soldiers and horses, stunned.

"Come again."

The white-haired man smiled slightly, looked very happy, and another round came.

The second game.

The young priest became angry and showed his strength and murderous aura.

The white-haired man still responded calmly, not killing what should be killed, and staying for a while if he could be killed, looking completely unhurried.

A few minutes to come down.

The young priest found that his "delicate queen" was surrounded again.

No more.

He felt that he had lost inexplicably.

But convinced.

"I am worthy of being the Great Sage."

The young priest didn't want to play anymore.

"Come again."

The white-haired man seemed to be addicted to playing, rolled up his sleeves and took the initiative to re-stage the chessboard on the messy board.

"Master Sage, you are..."

"Little Zhengbo y~, I haven't seen you for ten years, and you and me have become different."

"Yes, teacher."

The young priest, whose real name is "Yanfeng Gongzheng" and his nickname is "Xiao Zheng".

The familiar tone of the white-haired man made Yan Feng lower his head fairly, and soon surrender to the majesty of the white-haired young man, and obediently changed his name.

But his face obviously looked a little happy.

The two chatted casually.

The third game began.

"Little Zhengboy, you haven't seen each other for ten years, you've grown up."

"The teacher still hasn't changed at all."

"Yes," the white-haired man sighed, took a random move, then touched his face and said seriously: "In my long life, this handsome face is my only trouble."

Yan Feng is just: "..."

He played chess silently and tried to change his style of play.

The snake-shaped movement is, the real and the real, the real is difficult to tell... Well, Yan Fengzheng lost faster in this game. Yan Fengzheng suddenly recalled the fear of being caught by the teacher in the boring day of the moving mountain in the Wandering Sea ten years ago and tortured and killed thousands of times.
To be continued...