Even though he had slaughtered the entire family of Yongping Hou, it was not enough. Huo Wuyou felt that he still had not killed enough people.
The treacherous and wicked are rampant, and the loyal and good have died unjustly with no recourse! If there is no justice in the world, then he will kill all the wicked and use their blood to cleanse the world into a pure land!
After he escaped, the people who escorted him to Yuzhou were afraid of being punished, so they spread false news of his death. Now Huo Wuyou is no longer in the world.
So he destroyed his face and swallowed red-hot charcoal to destroy his voice. He was reborn and went south to Yuzhou with a completely different identity to join the army.
It was another long period of torture. His body spent an unknown amount of time in endless pain and torture. He gradually adapted to the pain and his thoughts became clearer.
During his long planning, he gradually developed his own confidants and finally found an opportunity to instigate a mutiny in the army.
After beheading Gu Shimin with his own hands, he kept it secret and instead seized the military power. In the name of King Sheng, he commanded the three armies and marched north.
With the death of the emperor and the accession of Prince Gong, Huo Wuyou, under the banner of Prince Sheng, invaded Huajing on the grounds that Gu Shichong had come to power illegitimately.
His blood-soaked butcher knife seemed to be filled with a strong desire. The cold mask on his face concealed his unrecognizable face, but it could not hide the surging murderous intent.
The country changes hands and dynasties come and go.
Those enemies finally fell one by one under his butcher knife.
Everyone said that the new emperor was bloodthirsty and an evil ghost who killed innocent people indiscriminately. He almost killed all the nobles of the previous dynasty. On the day he attacked Huajing, the palace was like hell on earth.
Huo Wuyou himself understood this clearly. Of the countless souls he had killed, how many had deserved to die, and how many had been innocent victims? He had lost count.
Even if what he did had its reasons, it does not change the fact that his hands were stained with blood, nor does it change the fact that his crimes were heinous.
He is destined to be a sinner recorded in history books.
No one remembers that he once rode a white horse with a silver saddle, galloping like a shooting star. He was also just like his name, carefree and fearless.
Maybe he himself has forgotten it too.
His life, from some unknown time on, seemed to have fallen into a nightmare from which he would never wake up... However, in this chaotic nightmare, there seemed to be a corner emitting a faint warm yellow light, which made him try to chase it.
But when he turned around and tried to find his light, the woman was like a brilliant spark in the Mid-Autumn night sky, and disappeared in an instant without a trace.
His scarred hands repeatedly depicted the woman's face, but in the end... he only found a mutilated corpse in prison.
"If I can still return to Huajing alive, I will repay you with a gift of grass and a ring."
In the end, he was a step too late and failed to fulfill his promise.
There was no one waiting for him to come back, and he had no reason to live.
My already broken heart seemed to be torn out...
He was already the emperor, but he had nothing... His loved ones, everyone he cared about, had all left him and gone. Everything he longed for would be hard to find again in this life!
It was as if a sharp blade was cutting into his already unrecognizable body inch by inch, as if every knife and sword he had swung out was now falling back on him.
“Alright…Alright!”
It should be returned. This is all his sin, and he bears it willingly!
If possible, he would like to fall into hell and suffer all the pain in the world, whether as a punishment or as a price. He wants to ask for an afterlife... He wants to ask for a stable afterlife for her, as if to fulfill his promise that day.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, feeling that his body and the world around him were collapsing bit by bit... as if a ray of strong light was swallowing him up.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes——
In front of me is the gauze curtain of the bed, swaying gently in the breeze. Amidst the heat of late summer, there is a hint of autumn coolness.
He stared blankly at the scene in front of him. After a long, long time, he seemed to remember where he was.
"Huo Wuyou, are you awake?"
The familiar voice seemed to come through his dreams, making him feel as if he was still dreaming.
He turned his gaze and saw an expression of disbelief and surprise in Xue Zhiyi's haggard eyes beside the bed.
The memories of Huo Wuyou's dream gradually faded away from the moment he woke up. He stared at her blankly. For some reason, he felt as if they were meeting again after a long separation, as if they were in another world.
He looked at Xue Zhiyi without blinking, and sat up by himself.
They looked at each other in silence, their eyes filled with tears.
Seeing her crying, Huo Wuyou smiled with tears in his eyes and raised his hand to wipe away her tears: "Why are you crying?"
But when he said this, his voice was choked with sobs.
He reached out and hugged Xue Zhiyi into his arms. The familiar body temperature gradually warmed his chest...
"fortunately……"
Somehow, he felt a sense of satisfaction at this moment, as if he had regained something he had lost.
Fortunately, everything was just a dream, just a dream...
…
As soon as Sui Yunlang entered the room, he saw two people hugging each other and crying and laughing. Before he could feel surprised, he stepped forward and separated them.
"Oh my god, is there anyone here to take care of this?! He woke up and didn't call the doctor, but he couldn't wait to cuddle in broad daylight! Do you even take me seriously?! What do you think I am?! This is disgraceful, unsightly, immoral,... there's something wrong with you!?"
While he was roaring in collapse, he did not forget to grab Huo Wuyou's wrist. After taking his pulse and making sure that he was not going to die, he slammed the door and left, cursing.
"Did you hear that? You're fine!" Xue Zhiyi smiled despite his tired face, but he still repeatedly confirmed with him, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
He could no longer remember the content of the dream, but the pain in the dream was real and he had actually experienced it. However, after waking up, the pain in his body disappeared along with the dream.
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