Dry Dream

The army should want to catch them in order to blackmail all the officials in the court.

Yun Qingtong and several generals under his command were inextricably beaten by the rebels in the courtyard. It seemed that nothing would happen for a while, so I rushed straight to the entrance of the cave.Many rebels along the way saw me rushing forward, and they all rushed forward as if they were facing a big enemy.Where did I put them in my eyes, I drew out the big knife at my waist and waved it, chopping the attacking rebels to pieces.

"Ah!" Suddenly there was a shout from the back of his head, and the voice was clearly Fang Dong!I turned around quickly in a jerk, but in front of my eyes was a round black thunder that was getting closer and closer.

"Boom──" The mine seemed to explode right in front of my eyes...

The body flew up suddenly, flew straight in the air for a long distance, and finally fell to the ground.

There was a bright light in front of my eyes, and my ears were buzzing, and I couldn't hear or see anything for a moment.

Am I dead?

I opened my eyes but couldn't see anything.All is quiet, nothing can be heard.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally got the feeling.First, there was the cold snow under the body, and then the body was heavy and wet.Gradually, I started to hear voices.The sound of weapons intersecting, the sound of shouting and killing, and the sound of thunder and explosion.After an unknown amount of time, the voice in my ears became louder and clearer, and the brightness in front of my eyes gradually recovered.

It was blurry at first, vague firelight, vague shadows.Reaching out to touch the body, there is a person lying on it.Along the wet back of the person on his body, he touched the neck and flesh, and the hot blood gushing out, without a head...

His hands trembled, and he left in an instant.My stomach tightened for a while, and the scene in front of me became clear again.I broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and hurriedly pushed away the corpse on my body.Turned over and stood up, but failed to stand firm and fell, and finally knelt on the ground on one knee.

The corpse was lying there quietly, wearing the clothes of our soldiers, with strips of cloth from my cloak wrapped around a pair of shoesless feet.

I widened my eyes and stared straight at the corpse.First, his face twitched a few times, and then his whole head began to twitch.His hands twitched, his internal organs twitched...

My whole body was twitching.

He is Fang Dong.I looked up at the Drum Tower, but there was no one under the drum.

He must be Fang Dong, even though his head is gone.

Trembling, I crawled over and knelt down in front of the corpse.He was decapitated to save me.

Lifting his face, his eyes were filled with fire.Black round thunderbolts flew in the flames.

Do you like blowing people up?

I tilted my head and looked at the rebels armed with explosive mines.

Since you like blowing up people so much, I will blow up all of you!

A thunderbolt flew over, presumably they saw that I was not dead.He jumped up and kicked the bombing thunder back.With this kick, I used my internal strength, kicked the bomber to the rebel, and knocked him into a group of rebels behind him. "Boom──" The group of rebels were blown up and scattered with blood.

Then I had almost no thought, just kept hacking and killing rebels who exploded mines.For some reason, the rebels would freeze when they saw me pounce, or turn around and run away yelling.After a short time, there was no longer a rebel around me, and the rebels in the distance did not dare to move forward.

My mind and eyes are all about killing the rebels!

The sky was full of gunpowder smoke, screams, blood mist and flesh and blood armor flying around.Many people came from nowhere, all wearing ghost masks, to help our army kill the rebels.The originally evenly matched situation was immediately reversed, and the rebels began to retreat while fighting.

It's a pity that the exit of the cottage was blocked by the ghost masked people, and I snatched and threw away the rebel's mine bombs. They were powerless to fight against the ghost masked people later.

Its daybreak……

"Huh—huh—huh—" I stood in front of Fang Dong's body panting while leaning on a knife, my whole body was wet, cold, and very tired.

In front of him was a field of Shura, with stumps everywhere, bombed corpses and broken houses, and the embers of fire on the walls and pavilions were crackling.There were corpses everywhere, blood and minced flesh stained the snow red, and trickles of blood flowed down the slope at the exit of the cottage.

The few remaining rebels all surrendered and were forced to kneel against the wall by our soldiers.All was quiet except for the sound of panting and burning wood.Everyone looked at me with wide eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

The atmosphere was eerie.

I frowned and turned my eyes to scan around slowly. When I saw the group of people pouring out of the cave, they all backed away in fear.

One of the leaders was an old acquaintance Guo Jin'an, and he couldn't help wondering, isn't his father a civil servant?How did he come to join the army? (Your father was also a civil servant, why are you a general now?)

Seeing me staring at him, Guo Jinan swallowed with a pale face, and shrank back in fear.I turned my eyes in disdain, and when I saw the gate of the courtyard, Yun Qingtong and his subordinates, who were covered in blood and stains on their faces, also took a step back in fright from my gaze, with expressions of shock and timidity on their faces.

Doubt suddenly came to my mind, am I terrible now?

Yun Qingtong swallowed hard, walked a few steps towards me, and whispered, "General Yan, are you okay?"

I was very strange, I opened my mouth to speak, but suddenly felt pain in the corner of my left eye.Accompanied by a burst of dizziness all over the body.

172. I've become ugly

Post time: 07/052010

"General Yan!" Yun Qingtong turned pale with shock, and hurried forward to help me.I shook my head, blinked, and saw a few drops of blood scattered from my face.

Raising his hand to touch his left cheek, his palm felt wet and greasy, and at the same time, his left cheek was extremely painful.Hastily put down his hand, and stretched out his palm to see that his hand was covered with blood, with a trace of minced meat and skin hanging from his fingertips...

I don't know how I passed out and woke up with a sharp pain on the left side of my face.

I couldn't shake from the pain, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.The ugly voice that I had heard before comforted me, told me to be patient, and said that it would be dealt with soon.

I rolled my eyes and looked aside, the unpleasant voice that comforted me came from the barbarian in white I met that night.He was still wearing a white mask, and the guy who was sitting on the bed and going to wipe my face was not wearing a mask.

He was dressed in a strange way, his hair was all braided into thin braids, densely draped around his body.On the forehead is a black jade inlaid forehead, and two streamers of the same style hang down on both sides of the cheeks.His face was thin and pale, like that of a man who is dying of a long illness.There are very coquettish totem patterns painted on the face, which looks like a ghost wizard.

He was wearing a thick and cumbersome weird cotton robe, with many decorations hanging on his chest, and there was a crisp crashing sound when he made a slight movement.

"Well, it's worthy of praise, it really has a heroic spirit." The ghost wizard said with a stiff face, his voice was dark and cold, "It hurts so much that it doesn't make a sound, I admire it."

"General Yan, my name is 'Moore', and this is my master 'Ghost Witch Yisimo'. It was Lord Xiaoling who invited our master and apprentice here to heal your wounds." The barbarian in white said respectfully: "You left The injury on the face is too serious, and the bones are already visible, so I'm afraid it will leave scars."

The injury on the left cheek?

I stared at the barbarian in white and moved his lips, but couldn't speak.

"Don't move around." The ghost witch Easter said coldly, pressing his fingers hard.

I almost rolled my eyes in pain, Moore, a white-clothed barbarian standing behind him, took a step forward involuntarily when he saw me enduring the pain.Ismo turned his head to the side and let out a low hum. Moore hurriedly backed away, lowering his head and no longer looking at me.

The weirdo who healed me is indeed a ghost wizard.

I think this ghost witch must be holding a grudge against me, even though we met for the first time.He kept smearing on my left face, pouring the medicine juice, smearing, pouring the medicine juice, tossing back and forth.I was in so much pain that I passed out and woke up again.

It's not that I'm supercilious, I really have the feeling that he's messing with me on purpose.

He poured the medicine into my left eye, and I couldn't stop crying after being stung.Tears flowed to the bloody left cheek, and there was another burst of pain.

It seemed that I was lying like this and was tossed by this weird ghost all day long. The white-clothed Moore kept talking to me, seeming to distract my energy, trying to relieve my pain.But I patronized and endured the pain, and couldn't listen to what he was talking about.

When the sky began to darken, Yun Qingtong personally led the soldiers to bring in a lot of torches and held them around, and the room was suddenly brightly lit.I was so exhausted by the pain that I didn't care about anything.

After talking with me all day (it was him who was nagging, and it was ugly), Moore was thirsty, so he opened the door and went out.Those soldiers and Yun Qingtong gathered around the bed and looked at me, their expressions were not very good-looking.And Easter, the ghost witch who healed me, started to pack his medicine box. It seemed that the ordeal was finally over.

Not long after, Moore came in with a bowl of hot water, followed by a soldier with a basin behind him.He handed the hot water to Ismo, who took it and nodded, stood up and walked away.Moore sat down instead of him, took out the towel in the basin and wrung it dry, and wiped the blood on my face and body.

His movements were very gentle and comfortable. I smiled gratefully at him, but I pulled the wound on my left cheek and bled again.

"Don't laugh, don't move." He said hoarsely, although there were only two slits between his eyes, I could feel the deep worry and heartache in his eyes.

"Sir, his face..." Yun Qingtong walked over anxiously, and whispered to Ismo, who was sitting at the table drinking water.

Ismo squinted at me, blew on the water in the bowl, took a sip, swallowed, and said slowly: "I can't die. I'm not a woman, so I don't need to pay too much attention to that face."

Ismo's words pierced into my ears like a sharp sword, and I lost sight of it.