Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the few days that have disappeared in the long river of time, Cang Weimin, Guang Shichen, and Chao Yiting, like cold machines without emotional warmth, mechanically repeat their daily actions, unswervingly carrying out the tasks that they have long been accustomed to. As members of the Chu State Development Group, they are very clear in their hearts that the responsibility they shoulder is as heavy as Mount Tai. The huge pressure is like an invisible and heavy mountain, pressing on their shoulders mercilessly, making it almost difficult for them to breathe, as if the air has become thinner.

Their hands tightly grasped the weapons in their hands. The cold touch of the weapons not only penetrated through the skin into the deepest part of the soul, but also spread like a bone-chilling chill in their bodies. This chill spread throughout their bodies at an alarming speed, causing them to involuntarily radiate a powerful and frightening aura.

In this way, they marched towards the countryside with firm steps and great momentum. The purpose of their action was to expel the people who had been living a peaceful life in the Red Dragon Empire, forcing them to give up their hometown and migrate to the north with difficulty.

They were a large group of people, so numerous that they were like a dense swarm of ants, scattered in disorder on the vast land that originally belonged to the Red Dragon Empire. They were also like a group of extremely hungry wild wolves, fierce and brutal, but also extremely united, forming a powerful force that was difficult to resist.

Just a quick glance will make people feel a deep sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts. This is their most distinctive feature, and it is also the way they survive in this cruel world.

Cang Weimin sat steadily on the tall horse, his expression full of irritability and anxiety, his tightly furrowed brows, like a thick and vicissitudes of life book, silently telling the endless struggle and pain in his heart. The knife in his hand was still dripping with blood, the bright red liquid, like a sad song of life, symbolizing the disappearance of the middle-aged man's life. His voice was low and hoarse, mixed with a very subtle and imperceptible guilt, and he slowly said: "The middle-aged man I just killed was actually just because I wanted to protect his family. He did nothing wrong, but because of my behavior, his life ended abruptly. I really feel sorry for it."

There was deep regret and helplessness in those words, as if all this was not his intention, but it was unavoidable.

Guang Shichen stood aside, his eyes revealing an incomparably firm and resolute light, which seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles. He suddenly raised his voice and said loudly: "Don't express your sympathy for the middle-aged man here! If you express sympathy for him, who will sympathize with you? The hardships and obstacles we have experienced along the way are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The countless ups and downs, the countless hardships, have allowed us to barely gain a foothold in this vast wilderness, and have allowed us to gain our own identity and name outside the wilderness. Today, we have no way out. If we don't fight hard, how can we continue to survive in this cruel and ruthless world? Do you think that all of this is a gift from God for nothing? Can it be obtained easily? No, all of this requires us to fight hard with our own blood and sweat, and the price of this struggle is the blood in our hands that can never be washed away." His words were like thunder, exploding in the air, full of determination and firmness.

Chao Yiting stood quietly by the side, her face was as pale as a bloodless white paper, her body was shaking violently, like a fragile leaf shivering in the cold wind, it seemed that it might be blown down at any time. Her voice was also filled with obvious fear and anxiety, and she said in a trembling voice: "I really hate this kind of life now. Those local people are innocent. They used to live a peaceful and peaceful life. Why do we drive them away so cruelly? Is what we are doing really right? My conscience is suffering endless torment. The eyes of every driven person are like a sharp blade, piercing my heart fiercely." Her eyes were full of pain and confusion, as if she had lost her way in this cruel reality.

After hearing her words, Guang Shichen's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, like a dense dark cloud, so oppressive that it made people breathless. A trace of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes, and that anger was like a blazing fire, hot and strong. Then, he raised his voice again, and his voice was as loud as a bell, and he shouted loudly: "Drive them away, this is to allow our Chu State to take root deeply in this vast land and survive tenaciously. If we don't drive them away, our Chu State will be in a desperate situation on this land, with no place to stand, and even that insignificant space for survival. This is our mission, and it is a difficult choice that we have to make! In this world of the survival of the fittest and cruelty, only the truly strong can survive, and we have no other way out!" His words were loud and full of unquestionable firmness, as if this was the only truth in the world that no one could shake.

Cang Weimin sighed deeply, the sigh was long and heavy, full of endless fatigue and helplessness. This sigh seemed like a melody full of sadness and resentment, slowly flowing in the air, and wherever it went, it made people feel sad. Cang Weimin slowly looked to the south, his eyes revealed a deep nostalgia for the past and an escape from the cruel reality. He said slowly, "I really want to go back to the wilderness. To be honest, I think that although life in the wilderness is full of hardships and difficulties, it can still be considered pure. At least there is not so much intrigue and bloody killing. In the wilderness, although we have to face the challenges of nature, our hearts are pure. But now, I am in this place full of blood and sin, with the blood of many innocent people on my hands. I really don't want to be a pure, cold-blooded killer. What I long for is the warmth and kindness of humanity. But now, what can I do? The wheel of fate is turning mercilessly. I seem to have lost control of the direction of my life. I can only go further and further on this road full of blood and sin, and get deeper and deeper into it."

The voice was full of helplessness towards fate and nostalgia for the past. Every word seemed like a painful cry from the depths of his soul, making people deeply feel the pain and struggle in his heart.