Infinite Darkness Rise

On the banks of Wuxi City, it is March, and the spring is full of light, and everything is new.

On the busiest street, a tall restaurant stands at the entrance of the street, with a gold-lettered signboard with three big characters "Songhe Tower" written on it.

The signboard looked like it had been aged for a long time, and it was blackened by the smoke, but the three gold characters seemed to be shining brighter and brighter.

Pedestrians passing by here all raised their noses and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.Because this Songhelou is a time-honored brand, the roasted pork is unique and the ingredients are sufficient. The aroma of caramel soy sauce and hot meat can be heard faintly, so that the guests who have eaten here can't help but want to go in again for a full meal. It was a guest who had never been here before, and he couldn't help drooling.

At this time upstairs, there were two people sitting by the window, Xiao Er waited on him carefully, for fear of offending them.

There are eight people at these two tables. Some of them look like ordinary people, some have white skin like face powder, some have blond hair and blue eyes like yakshas, ​​and some are dark and scaring to death. Their dress is quite different from ordinary people. I don’t know. Where did the barbarians come from.

If it weren't for their extravagant spending and all kinds of weapons on their bodies, Xiaoer would never have received such unknown guests, for fear that they would be reprimanded by the shopkeeper after eating the overlord's meal.

Thinking of the arrogance of this group of guys, Xiao Er couldn't help being a little surprised, how can anyone get a piece of gold when they make a move?That weighs half a catty!No wonder the shopkeeper's eyes were so laughing that he couldn't see it. If it was him, he would have woken up with laughter... He glanced at the eight people again, and one of them turned his head and glared at him. Xiaoer hurriedly ran downstairs , dare not stay any longer.

"That guy is spying on us." The caucasian staring at him retracted his gaze and said lightly.

Sitting opposite him was a yellow man, about 40 to [-] years old, he couldn't help laughing after hearing the words: "Bayuli, you don't have to worry about it, it's human nature, it's curiosity, if the yellow race Humans or blacks are suddenly thrown into your white primitive tribes of northern Europe, and the reaction will only be greater."

The white man nodded, and lowered his head to eat a piece of greasy and heavy fat: "It's a very good dish, but it's a pity that you Chinese people are too obsessed with condiments. In my opinion, the most beautiful food should be that A meal that expresses the purest fresh taste."

"This is also one of the reasons why you are regarded as sluts and blood drinkers." The yellow man said.

The three white men on the two tables suddenly looked gloomy, and one of the two blacks shook his head helplessly: "Here we go again, how many times are you going to argue? Bayuli, you seem to be the master It’s better to restrain your attitude, and Ming, don’t always bring up your idea of ​​the superior civilization of the Middle Kingdom since ancient times.”

The middle-aged man named Ming nodded: "Alright, there is no need to delve into this kind of issue. We have already agreed to let go of prejudice and cultural discrimination, and release the greatest friendship and sincerity to build a team."

"Of course, I still want to thank the three of you, Bayuli, and the two of you, Sawang. If it weren't for Bayuli's open-mindedness, if it wasn't for Sawang, you two would be willing to support us. I think, we three Chinese yellow races I'm afraid that his fate will be no different from the rest of the people."

After hearing his thanks, the expressions of Bayuli and the others softened a lot.

"To be honest, it's almost crazy. Is it really necessary to do this? If it weren't for you, maybe I would hate people of color as crazy as those people in the square..." Bayu Lee said.

The black Sawan who spoke looked serious: "Your name is wrong again. You are not the only human beings given by God, let alone a colorless race. You have white skin, we have black skin, and Ming is yellow. Skin, we are all the same human beings, just with different skin colors and bodies due to different climates."

Bayuli frowned slightly, apparently not agreeing with this statement, he calmly changed the topic that might cause the team members to kill each other: "Speaking of it, Ming, you really know the plot of this ancient Chinese martial arts legend Is it? We have been waiting here for two hours, why haven't we waited for Qiao Feng?"

The middle-aged man known as "Ming" nodded when he heard the words: "Of course, I know the plot. This is the Songhe Tower in Wuxi City. It is the closest plot location after we entered "Dragon Ba Bu". According to my thinking, the next thing we should encounter is Duan Yu and Qiao Feng's sworn marriage, and then the beggar gang meeting in Xingzi Forest, and our task is to prevent Qiao Feng from joining the Liao Kingdom, so we can start from here."

"Should?" The white man named Bayuli said with some dissatisfaction, "This task is related to our lives, and you actually said to me that we should?"

Ming laughed: "Otherwise, who can give you an affirmative answer? We have just come in, and we are not in a hurry to collect information. This is the only way to plan in a hurry."

Bayulli shook his head in dissatisfaction, but he didn't say anything after all, he just muttered: "I hope your judgment is correct."

At this moment, there was a burst of applause from below: "Good!" "That's amazing!"

The eight people were taken aback and looked outside: they saw a group of people surrounded by the Songhe Tower, and a young man stood in the center. He had kind eyes, a calm attitude, and a smile on his face. He was not an ordinary person at first sight.

The young man was holding a waving flag similar to that of Dr. You Fang, with two sentences written on it: "Know the past and the future, and be good at calculating yin and yang, which are unpredictable." But he was a fortune teller.

The three white men and the two black men were just watching the excitement, but the three yellow men were secretly surprised: this man is not very old, he wears a knife at his waist, and he is neither a monk nor a layman. Afraid that he would come to claim his life, why would they huddle together so affectionately to cheer for him?

Could it be that he is also a master of the rivers and lakes?

Bayulli took a few glances, and covered his ears a little irritably: "Ming, are you Chinese people always so enthusiastic? Who is the young man downstairs? Is it Qiao Feng we are looking for?"

Ming shook his head: "Definitely not."

Turning his head and looking again, a man with the appearance of an old farmer said a few words to the young man, and exclaimed in surprise: "A living god! A living god!" He wanted to kowtow to the young man, and the young man smiled. Helped the old farmer up.

Ming's brows twitched involuntarily, and he felt a little irritated: hypocrisy, really hypocrisy, maybe you're asking for it?Seeing the signboard in the young man's hand again, he couldn't help but smile slightly: "Guys, while we're waiting, let's have some fun first."

"What fun?" Bayulli looked at him strangely, not knowing what he was going to do.

Ming pointed his finger down: "Our fun is there."

Bayuli looked at him with some doubts, and saw him standing up, and shouted to the following: "Foreteller, you can't bluff others and can't bluff me. If you have the ability, come up and tell me a fortune, and I'll give it to you." You five taels of gold!"

The young fortune-teller raised his head and saw white people, black people and yellow people sticking out their heads together, but he was not too flustered, and lightly tapped the signboard in his hand: "This guest officer, you must keep your word."

Ming laughed and threw a large piece of gold in front of the young man, "Give the money first, then do the fortune-telling. If the calculation is inaccurate, I will break your leg."

The young man laughed and raised his toes, and the piece of gold fell into his wide robe sleeve in a wonderful arc: "That's very good, sir, wait a minute, I'll go up here."

Seeing him showing such a skill, the people downstairs in Songhe Tower applauded loudly, praising this little fairy for his extraordinary abilities, while the eight people upstairs were a little shocked.

"He's a martial artist." Ming whispered.

"He knows how to control power, Ming, are you sure he's not Qiao Feng?" Bayulli said.

Ming nodded: "He is definitely not Qiao Feng, but a martial artist. It seems that we have obtained a good source of information. Next, we should be able to get accurate information."

Everyone's eyes lit up.