A bloody man! He was naked, his lower body was rotten and bones were visible, but the most terrifying thing was his face. Or rather, it couldn't be called a face anymore, it was just a bloody mess of flesh, the outline could be vaguely seen, but the surface was completely gone, like a monster.
Many soldiers defending the city couldn't bear to watch it, some couldn't bear the scene and vomited, while the rest turned their heads away, not wanting to take another look.
Feng Yuheng and Xuan Tianhua frowned. They could tell that the rotten man was the Eighth Prince Xuan Tianmo, but his face was rotten in a very strange way. Feng Yuheng whispered, "The whole face is gone, as if it was peeled off by someone."
Xuan Tianhua nodded, "The Zong Sui royal family is good at disguise, but in fact, they are even more proficient in the art of wearing human skin masks. I'm afraid they captured Lao Ba just for his face. If they take off his face, he might be able to help Zong Sui achieve great things."
"What's the big deal?" Feng Yuheng tilted her head and thought, "Is he going to pretend to be Old Eighth and disrupt the Dashun court? Isn't that hope too slim? But Seventh Brother, your analysis is correct. I also think that their goal is Old Eighth's face, but I don't know how they are going to use it. But if Old Eighth dies, there will be no point in pretending, right?" She pursed her lips, "It seems that tonight, the East City Gate is destined to be filled with blood."
Xuan Tianhua did not continue the topic, but just asked her: "Are you sure you can solve it quickly?"
Feng Yuheng nodded, "I'm sure. Brother Qi, go downstairs first! After I deal with those people, I will rescue Xiangrong as soon as possible."
Xuan Tianhua went down the city wall. At this moment, Yu Qianyin, who was hanging outside the city wall, could no longer bear it anymore and shouted loudly to the people below: "You bunch of idiots! Why did you come to save me just now?"
The people below looked up at her, each with an anxious look on their faces. Yu Qianyin was, after all, a princess of Zong Sui, and a relatively important person to the new emperor. Although the Zong Sui royal family were all masters at making human skin masks, this sixth princess was young, but she was the best at making them. The new emperor had many plans waiting for her help to complete, and they could not let the princess go here. So someone shouted at Feng Yuheng, who was standing coldly above, "Your people have been brought here, release our princess!"
The words were shouted, but there were still two big knives on Feng Xiangrong and Xiaobao's necks. Xiangrong looked embarrassed, with his hair disheveled. When he looked up at Feng Yuheng, his eyes were filled with tears. But he still shook his head stubbornly, silently moving his mouth to say: No.
Xiaobao was more straightforward. He cried so loudly that his voice became hoarse, which was heartbreaking.
As for Xuan Tianmo, no one paid much attention to him. They just carried him casually, like cargo. There was no need to threaten him with a knife because he no longer had the ability to escape.
Feng Yuheng looked down, his heart aching slightly, but he still counted carefully. There were eight people in total, four of them were holding Xiangrong and Xiaobao, and the other four were standing in the back, ready to fight at any time.
She laughed as she watched, and ignored the people below. Instead, she asked Yu Qianyin: "Is this your attitude? You really put a knife on my neck! Very good!" She said "very good", and immediately a soldier came forward behind her, stretched out a long knife, and put it on Yu Qianyin's neck without saying a word, scaring Yu Qianyin so much that she screamed again.
The people below were also terrified, fearing that Feng Yuheng would kill to silence them. They looked at each other, but could not make up their minds, fearing that if they released the hostage first, what would happen if the hostage changed his mind? If the princess was not rescued, but the hostage was lost, there would be no hope. So someone shouted again: "What do you want in exchange for releasing the hostage?"
Feng Yuheng asked back, "You were the ones who captured our people first, but now you're asking me what I want you to do to release them? If you want to save your princess, then show some sincerity and release our people first. As for this princess, whether she will be released or not depends on my mood."
"What?" The people below were angry, "Feng Yuheng! Don't be so arrogant! Your sister is still in our hands. Aren't you afraid that if we fail, her head will be cut off immediately?" As these people spoke, they actually put the knife against Xiangrong's skin again, and a bloody mark was immediately cut on poor Xiangrong's delicate skin.
Feng Yuheng frowned, her anger ready to burst out. Glancing down, she saw Xuan Tianhua and his secret guards had already reached a convenient distance. She no longer wanted to talk to him, and just said to Yu Qianyin, "I never thought of letting you go. From the moment you took my sister away, we have had an irreconcilable feud. Yu Qianyin, let me tell you, everyone has a bottom line. My bottom line is my husband, and the second is the little family affection I have left. Unfortunately, you just want to violate it."
After she finished speaking, she reached into her sleeves and quickly grasped two pocket guns in her hands, one in each hand, and shot downwards. But there were four consecutive "bang bang bang bang" sounds, and the four Zong Sui people who were holding Xiang Rong and Xiao Bao fell to the ground without even a groan. Then, there were four more "bang bang bang bang" sounds, and the four people behind them suddenly had a bloody hole between their eyebrows. They died instantly without any signs.
If Feng Yuheng had used arrows, the people below would have died, but she was not 100% sure that Xiangrong and Xiaobao would not be hurt. But she had a gun in her hand, and with this advanced weapon in hand, she did not need to worry at all. No one could be faster than a bullet, not to mention that in this era of cold weapons, the people of Zong Sui did not even know what a gun was!
As the eight people fell to the ground, Xuan Tianhua also took action. The secret guards quickly dragged the bodies away. One person picked up Xiaobao and brought him to a safe place. Another person carried Xuan Tianmo and stood beside Xuan Tianhua. Xuan Tianhua took Xiangrong in his own hands and let the girl breathe a sigh of relief and then fell into his arms exhausted. A feeling similar to heartache vaguely emerged, so that he tightened his arms again and called softly: "Girl, don't be afraid, it's okay."
Xiangrong was already in a semi-comatose state, but she still heard these words clearly. She smiled sweetly, and that smile seemed so abrupt on her disheveled face, yet so happy.
Xuan Tianhua was just about to pick the man up and carry him to the tower to let Feng Yuheng see him, when he heard the faceless man in the hands of the secret guard beside him howling loudly. His limbs moved wildly, and his howling was horrible, like a crazy monster, which made the secret guard who was holding him frown.
But if you listen carefully, you can vaguely make out words amidst the beast-like howling. It's calling out, "Seventh Brother! Seventh Brother!"
Xuan Tianhua's heart trembled, and he tilted his head to look at him, with a little bit of pity in his eyes. After all, this is his brother! Although he did something wrong, the word "Xuan" at the beginning of their names means that they have the same blood flowing in their bodies. But when he sighed softly, he stretched out his hand and tapped a few places on Xuan Tianmo's upper body. The man immediately quieted down. Although he was still panting, he no longer howled, but just sobbed and wailed.
"What's wrong with your face?" Xuan Tianhua asked him, "You called me Seventh Brother, but what do you want me to help you with?"
The man panted a few more times, then tried to calm himself down as much as possible. He looked at Xuan Tianhua with his hollow eyes, as if tears were flowing out of them, but the tears instantly mixed with the blood and flesh, and could not be seen. He made a humming sound, as if he could no longer speak human language. He had to try very hard to speak, but his voice was still hoarse and unclear. Xuan Tianhua heard him say: "They tore off my entire face and wanted to make another me. Seventh brother, you are the best person, please help me, please help me!" He wanted to reach out and grab Xuan Tianhua, but when he stretched out his hand, he felt that Xuan Tianhua's white clothes really couldn't allow his hands mixed with blood and flesh to be stained, so he just stopped in mid-air and never fell.
Xuan Tianhua held Xiangrong with one hand, and took Xuan Tianmo's hand that was suspended in mid-air with the other hand, and asked calmly: "How do you want me to help you?"
"...Kill me, give me a quick death." This was Xuan Tianmo's last words as a prince! He looked at Xuan Tianhua with a pleading look, his mouth drooping, and finally a lot of tears flowed out of his eyes. "Seventh brother, I was wrong, tell Ming'er that I was wrong; tell father that I was wrong. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be father's good son and Ming'er's good brother, and it will never be like this life again. Seventh brother, kill me! Please... kill me!"
Xuan Tianhua sighed inwardly and slightly closed his eyes, with a hint of reluctance hidden in his heart. But he also knew that now, helping Xuan Tianmo die quickly was the greatest gift.
So, he nodded, then raised his hand and gently rubbed his hand. This action reminded Xuan Tianmo of his childhood, when he was about three or four years old! At that time, he didn't understand what it meant to have the same father but different mothers, nor did he understand why his mother would always curse the last concubine Yun behind closed doors in the palace, and he didn't understand that these brothers would one day fight to the death for the throne.
Ming'er is willful and the closest to his age. The two of them always quarrel over something. At that time, he was quite like an older brother. He knew how to give way to his younger brother. If Ming'er liked something good, he would not fight for it. But later, Concubine Yuan told him that he must fight for it. They were all princes, so why should the best be given to others? Under such bad teaching day by day, his heart finally began to deviate, and he finally began to follow Concubine Yuan's thoughts all the way. Until today, he is neither a human nor a ghost, neither alive nor dead.
I still remember the fights with Ming'er when we were little. Children always like to fight and make noises. Qi Ge and Ming'er are both Yun Fei's children. They are destined to be in the same group, so when he loses a fight, he will cry and never expect anyone to help him. But Qi Ge always comes to comfort him when he cries, and he always stops crying quickly with Qi Ge's comfort, and even smiles at Qi Ge.
When he was young, there was a period of time when he regarded Seventh Brother as his idol. He even wanted to pounce on Seventh Brother whenever he saw him. Even if Ming'er would stop him, he would not get angry.
Today, he was finally going to die at the hands of his seventh brother. Xuan Tianmo thought that his life was quite complete. He was deserted by everyone, and even when his biological mother betrayed him, his seventh brother was still by his side, sending him off. This was a life he was content with.
Xuan Tianhua gradually used more strength in the hand that was rubbing his head, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He spoke, and said with great comfort: "Eighth brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it won't hurt."
As Xuan Tianmo smiled in relief, the leader above him suddenly increased his strength and clenched his five fingers. The smile on his subordinate froze on his bloody face and he stopped breathing...
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