Infinite Myth Counterattack

Chapter 1 The Vengeful Boy

The winter night seems to be particularly dark, but tonight it is brightly lit, because tonight is New Year's Eve, but by two or three o'clock in the morning, the noisy world has already quieted down.

The cold wind blew across the earth, extinguishing the enthusiasm of people's family reunion, but it could not extinguish the raging fire of revenge.

Under the dark sky, in a small farmyard surrounded by walls, in front of a three-story rural small building that was burning fiercely, Luo Changfeng, with empty eyes and a face ashen, looked up at the man who was reddened by the flames. night sky.

The fire scorched his body, but it couldn't bring any warmth to his cold heart.

This fire burned the body of the murdered father and enemy, and also burned Luo Changfeng's future.

Perhaps, the moment he witnessed his dependent father being killed by the enemy, there was no future.

Luo Changfeng's mother died of illness when he was not yet one year old, and he was raised by his honest father who farmed the land and did odd jobs. Ten years ago, his father's farmland was taken away by villagers from the same village, so he went to find the family to argue with him. A conflict has occurred.

Luo Changfeng's father was only one person, but the other party was three brothers. Originally, Luo Changfeng's father didn't want to fight with them.

But the other party bullied Luo Changfeng's father, who was alone. There was only an eight-year-old son in elementary school at home.

Unhappy, Luo Changfeng's father scolded the family, which immediately attracted the beatings of the other three brothers.

During the fight, Luo Changfeng's father injured the two opponents, but he was accidentally pushed on the stone mill and killed on the spot. All this was witnessed by the eight-year-old Luo Changfeng.

Although Luo Changfeng received civil compensation, he still entered the orphanage and became an orphan with no father, no mother, and no one to rely on.

But he did not forget his father's hatred for a moment. From that day on, Luo Changfeng had nothing but hatred in his heart, and revenge for his father was the only meaning of his life.

After his father died, Luo Changfeng still went to school as usual. After graduating from junior high school, he stopped studying, but entered the society as a teenager, doing odd jobs to survive, and quietly waiting for the time for revenge.

In the eyes of his teachers and classmates, he is a taciturn, non-existent young man. In the eyes of the foreman, he is a callous and submissive temporary worker. Only he knows what is hidden in his heart.

Luo Changfeng waited for ten years. Ten years later, the three brothers were released from prison one after another. Luo Changfeng was dispatched like a poisonous snake that had been dormant for a long time. It took more than four hours to eat.

Inside the house, there is a strong wine hot pot, which is hot and warm; outside, it is cold like a knife, and the heart is as cold as ice.

Luo Changfeng was very patient. He had been waiting for ten years, not short of such a short time. In the end, all three brothers drank too much.

To be honest, the courtyards in the countryside are not as tightly locked up as in the cities. As long as you have the heart, you can find a place to touch them everywhere.

The drunken three brothers were sent to hell by Luo Changfeng who was touched in, and then used the prepared gasoline to set the small building on fire.

Luo Changfeng knew that he had committed a capital crime, and he never thought of running away. If he escaped 20 years ago, he might have survived. He changed his place, changed his identity, and started again. But in this era, there is no way to escape.

Outside the small courtyard, the villagers who were alarmed by the fire gathered around the door, watching the blood-stained teenager discussing a lot. In the distance, the sound of sirens could already be heard.

In the cloudy sky without a trace of starlight, a group of lights shining with colorful colors suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Looking up at the sky, Luo Changfeng, who was expressionless, tilted his head slightly, his eyes were still dead gray, without any expression.

Perhaps, Luo Changfeng, whose thinking has almost stagnated, no longer even has the emotion of curiosity!

But slowly, Luo Changfeng's pupils shrank slightly, because he found that the multicolored light fell down on him in an impartial way.

Before his mind could resume functioning, the multicolored light fell straight to the top of his head, entering his body through the top door.

Luo Changfeng's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

……

The vast land, thousands of miles of snow.

The trees that have lost their leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, and the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are piled up with fluffy and heavy snowballs.

This is an uninhabited mountain foot, a group of more than ten people came from the south stepping on the snow and were preparing to go up the mountain.

This is a group of very strange people. They are wearing gray cloth robes, which look a little bloated, and they are obviously wearing cotton jackets to keep out the cold.

A group of more than ten people all have smooth heads, only a money rattail braid behind their heads. Anyone with a little bit of historical knowledge knows that this hairstyle was only kept in the Manchu Qing Dynasty in Chinese history, and it was in the early period, and it gradually developed into the late Qing Dynasty. "Yin Yang head" and oxtail braids.

Walking in front of the pedestrian was a middle-aged man wearing a light blue shirt, with a refined and handsome appearance, who looked like a scholar.

After walking for a while, I saw a young man who looked to be in his early twenties with a vigorous face running towards him. He walked steadily while running, and the snow hardly affected him in any way.

This is the brother who opened the way ahead, the middle-aged man who was the leader saw the man rushing towards him, he took a few steps to meet him, and asked: "Why are you going back?"

The man clasped his fists and said: "Reporting to the Chief Steward, the subordinates found a comatose young man in the forest ahead. He was dressed strangely, with blood stains on his clothes. Looking at his hair, he seemed to be a monk."

The face of the middle-aged man known as the chief rudder changed slightly, and he was a little more solemn, "Lead the way ahead, take me to see."

"Yes."

Then the group of people quickened their pace and followed the young man to a pine forest, and they saw a person lying on his side with his eyes closed, his lips were a little purple due to the cold.

The clothes on his body were indeed very strange. His upper body was a thick black coat with a hood on the back, his lower body was a pair of black pants of unknown material, and on his feet were a pair of black shoes that he had never seen before.

The chief helmsman didn't know that this outfit was called a down jacket, jeans, and sneakers, but he found that there was indeed a clotted blood on the boy's chest.

Although the blood was black after clotting, and it couldn't be seen on the black clothes, but the blood clots were very obvious.

The comatose boy looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance was decent, but there was only a thin layer of hair on his head, and there was no rattail at the back of his head.

In later generations, this hairstyle was called round inch, but in this era, only monks would shave their heads like this. Sometimes monks would grow such a layer of hair if they didn't shave their heads in time.

The chief helmsman pressed his hand on the young man's wrist and felt his pulse. After a while, he nodded slowly, and said to the men behind him: "Carry him on your back, and take him back to the village first."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)