陈默蹲在乱坟岗的角落里，盯着手里那块黑乎乎的碎片，眉头皱得能夹死蚊子。夕阳把天边烧得通红，几缕歪歪扭扭的烟囱直冒黑烟，这破地方，闻着就瘆得慌。

他最近就混在这附近，给人看坟头、捡点破烂换口饭吃。前脚刚从棺材铺子讨了点吃剩的饼，现在又被几个喝醉的泼皮堵着，要他手里的那块“古玉”。陈默咽了口唾沫，饼是刚啃了一半，要是丢了，今天晚饭又得饿着肚子了。

“兄弟，多少银子卖不卖？”为首的那个，歪着脖子，嘴里还哈着酒气，“看你这么老实，就没想骗你。”

陈默手一抖，饼差点掉地上。他舔了舔有点发干的嘴唇，慢吞吞开口：“我这……就是块废铁，不值钱。”

“笑话！你当大爷我眼睛瞎？”泼皮一巴掌拍在陈默面前的地上，碎了一地，“这.Doc initializes the text of Chapter 1 of the fantasy novel 'Xuanming Chronicles.' The protagonist is not an talented newcomer at the beginning, starting off quite depressed but possessing a down-to-earth personality and getting things done efficiently. When faced with problems, he always thinks about how to solve them, without much of the flashy pretense found in many fantasy novels. Later, he encounters some good fortune and takes a wild path, watching him struggle and upgrade within the Xuanming Taoist training ground is quite satisfying.

Chapter Title: Chapter 1, Blood-Red Sunset