In the sixth year of Tianqi in Daming, it is Bingzi.

Weizhou, Datong Prefecture, Shanxi Province, Lingqiu County.

It was already the third update, and the doors of the houses on both sides of the empty roads in the county were closed, and a thin layer of yellow dust was faintly raised on the streets. The night was so quiet that the wind blew the leaves, making noises from time to time. It was the only sound that people could hear in this summer night without stars or moon. The whole world seemed to have fallen asleep. Last night, the sound of cicadas was like a storm. It seemed that they disappeared out of thin air. People lie on their beds with satisfaction, enjoying the tranquility of the summer night and the dream after a day of farm work.

About ten feet away from the North City Gate, there is a small thatched adobe hut, which is the residence of the tenant Wang Niuer and his newlywed wife. After more than ten years of hard work, he finally saved up a few coins of silver. With more than a dozen buckets of millet borrowed from the boss, he exchanged a wife from the outside guest who said it was beautiful or ugly but not ugly. In just half a year, he became pregnant again. If it weren't for the more than a hundred buckets of rice rolling on his back, Wang Niuer would have woken up in his dreams. However, no matter how worried the day was, the people of the village would never be so worried that they could not sleep. They would have to go to the fields to work tomorrow, and they would not have time to worry about not working for a day or eating for a day.

Therefore, Wang Niuer is now sleeping with frown and mumbles from time to time, not knowing what dream he is doing. His wife, Lu, slept with her belly slightly up, but she smiled slightly pregnant on her face. She thought she was dreaming that the child was born, and the family was happy and couldn't help but smile.

An updater walked past the door, knocked on the gongzi hard, and shouted: "Three o'clock in the third day! The weather is dry, be careful of the candle!" The gongzi sounded loudly. Wang Niuer and Lu did not wake up, but they still had their own dreams. But they would never know that this was their last dream in this world.

Shortly after the clapper at the third o'clock in the morning, the entire Lingqiu County was like a small boat thrown into the terrifying waves, shaking violently. From northwest to southeast, an earthquake suddenly hit Lingqiu, and houses collapsed in the roar of thunder. Even the city wall that once resisted Altan's cavalry had cracked apart under the shock waves. Before people opened their sleepy eyes, they were buried under the suddenly collapsed beams, and they didn't even have time to make a dying cry. The intersection of heaven and earth in the west turned into a red piece, as if on fire, and like the gods of heaven and earth, who held ceremony and salvation for the more than 5,000 people who died in Lingqiu.

The people who survived the death of the first shock wave ran out of the house, looking for a wide terrain and shelter, and trampled and pushed each other, but they also stomped on and squeezed each other to death. The Wang Niuer was smashed by the beam of the house and immediately died. However, Lu had only broken his arm, gritted his teeth and struggled to climb out of the ruins, and rushed out of the city with his stomach. She was pregnant and was very inconvenient to move.

She couldn't walk a few feet away and was squeezed to the ground, and then she stepped on her feet for someone, almost stepping on her stomach. She didn't feel fear in her heart, and tried hard to protect her stomach, and she actually struggled to get up. As soon as she stood firm, she felt a sudden light in the east, and a purple light flashed through the air. People exclaimed, but they saw something vaguely passing from the sky and falling straight to the direction of Taohua Mountain to the south.
Chapter completed!