Blood Throne

In the darkness, Gu Chaoyang opened his eyes. Above his head, the faint yellow light fell diagonally. Beside him, there were red bricks and walls made of broken stones, and there were shadows reflected on the walls, twisting. He could hear the sound of flowing water and smell a putrefactive odor. On one side, there was a sewage ditch against the wall. He was lying on the side of the sewage ditch, and below him was the cold and damp ground. His right hand was hanging in the ditch, and on his left hand, there was a sharp stone stained with mud. There was a drizzle in the air and the raindrops fell gently. Not far away, someone was speaking in a low voice. "Short Hair, hurry up!" Got it! Someone beside him responded. Gu Chaoyang had never heard this language before, but he clearly understood what it meant. What was going on? He felt a faint pain in his head, and he could hardly think. He took a breath silently and overcame the dizziness in his mind. Some scenes overwhelmed him which belonged to another person. It was so strange but so familiar that he could easily accept those scenes. The last scene... Perhaps, it was because he had been hit by a stick on his head, so he was lying in this dark and damp alley. Closing his eyes slightly, Gu Chaoyang let out a long breath. He relaxed and focused, leaving nothing in his mind. At the same time, he held the sharp stone in his left hand. The guy beside him leaned down, breathing out the air smelt like rotten cucumber cheese, very unpleasant indeed. "Is he dead? If he isn't dead, then give him another stab!" OK. The man stretched out his finger, feeling his breath. Gu Chaoyang suddenly opened his eyes. Under the dim yellow light, the two looked at each other. Short Hair was a little stunned, blinking his eyes. Before Short Hair could react, Gu Ghaoyang stretched out his right hand and grabbed his wrist with extreme force. When his wrist was grabbed, Short Hair subconsciously pulled back. Because he was squatting on the ground, it was difficult to exert strength, and the extent of his movement was relatively large. At this time, Gu Chaoyang suddenly released his hand. Short Hair lost his balance, stumbled, and fell to the ground. He forcefully pushed against the ground with his right hand, and his body leaped up from the ground like a tight whip. Gu Chaoyang pounced towards the guy like a civet cat. His left hand tightly gripped the sharp stone. Even though the skin and flesh on his palm had been scraped by the edges of the stone, he still did not loosen the stone. He waved his left hand and slammed it down. He held the tip of the stone and hit it on Short Hair's face. Actually, it was on his eye socket. Short Hair subconsciously closed his eyes, but the sharp corner of the stone still penetrated the soft eyelids and pierced deeply into the eyes. "Ah!" Short Hair let out a miserable scream. In the darkness, blood splashed. Short Hair screamed, subconsciously raising his hand and covering his face. Gu Chaoyang raised his right hand and swung his palm like a knife, cleanly cutting the throat and the air pipe of Short Hair. Short Hair rolled on the ground. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After rolling a few times, half of its body fell into a ditch in the corner of the wall. His body was stuck inside and twitched for a while. Then, he stopped moving. Gu Chaoyang stood up. His shadow was long and projected on the wall behind him. Another guy stood about seven or eight steps away from him. He was about thirty years old. He had a beard, a hooked nose, and sunken eyes. Right then, he was stunned, looking at Gu Chaoyang blankly. "Damn!" The man reacted and cursed in a low voice, putting his hand on his waist. At this moment, Gu Chaoyang took a small step forward and used all his strength to wave his left hand. Like a pitcher, he forcefully threw the blood-stained rock in his hand at the person in front of him. The blood-stained stone passed through the rain like lightning, rushing to the man. With a blink of an eye, he was hit between his eyebrows by the stone. He lost consciousness and fell back involuntarily. He struggled to stand up, but all he did was in vain. Gu Chaoyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was exhausted because of the throw. After spitting out a mouthful of turbid air, the dizziness in his mind weakened a little, and his strength returned to his body. He walked forward at a moderate pace, stepping on the puddle in wooden nail shoes, splashing the water. Gu Chaoyang walked up to the guy who was struggling. Now that he was in a terrible state and could not give this guy a chance to fight back. He intended not to interrogate and slowly bent down to draw a half-foot-long scimitar from the man's waist. The blade was sharp enough to reflect light. He looked up at the sky. Above the vast night sky, there was a huge yellow moon hanging. This was completely different from the bright moon of his hometown. Gu Chaoyang took a deep breath. His bitter smile disappeared in an instant. He lowered his head and looked at the guy who was struggling to get up, looking at him with fierce eyes. He placed the blade between the man's throat. The guy still stared at him fiercely. In this fierce gaze, he clearly saw a trace of despair. This is human! Gu Chaoyang looked at the man indifferently. He did not look away. His right hand was very stable. He did not tremble at all. He just looked at the man and gently pulled the scimitar... Blood spurted out from the neck like spring water, flowing with a sound of a blooming flower. His body gradually stiffened and his eyes went blank. In the end, all of his emotions disappeared, leaving only emptiness and nothingness. He stood up and looked at his reflection on the blade. It was blurry, but a young man's face could be seen, unfamiliar but familiar at the same time... Gu Chaoyang? Ryan Charles? Who am I? The life scenes of those two people intertwined, spinning in his mind, leaving him the urge to vomit. It was the instinctive reaction of the body, and the nervous system seemed to have no ability to resist it. Gu Chaoyang closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes. Ryan Charles! Alright, I am Ryan Charles. Gu Chaoyang's physical body was gone. He was no longer on the Earth. Everything there was only kept in his memory. It was an absurd existence that only belonged to himself. There was only Ryan Charles here. Why did he appear here? Was it because of the book? Book of Gold. The last memory of him as Gu Chaoyang was the Book of Gold. However, he did not have any memories of the Book of Gold. He only remembered finding the Book of Gold in a nameless pyramid deep in the desert. For this reason, he killed many explorers who came with the same purpose. In the end, he got the Book of Gold. However, Gu Chaoyang had no impression of what the Book of Gold looked like. Now, where was the Book of Gold that had brought him to this place? Ryan Charles looked up at the huge yellow moon that was still clearly visible in the night rain and sighed softly. His mind relaxed after the sigh. He then felt sore all over his body, feeling dizzy. The fights seemed short, but they were actually extremely dangerous. This body was a little weak.