382. Please embark on the journey, thirty-two days later.
Looking back, he murmured with a sense of relief, "Finally, I've avenged myself, put an end to my grievances, it's so satisfying, so satisfying." The painful experience and hatred in his heart had finally found release.
Hatred vanished, the mind was liberated, and in an instant, countless, indescribable, and ineffable thoughts swirled in the mind.
They carried the severed head away quickly, for there were others who needed to be sacrificed; the rest were no longer important at this moment.
As night falls, worldly affairs come to mind. Tonight, I am grateful for the opportunity to hear the music performed at the Five Directions Pavilion, a rare chance to catch a glimpse of the beauty's face.
Eunuch Shi also walked slowly, as if he were going to listen to the rare music played by everyone.
Cleansing the soul is no small matter; it is extremely rare, and she herself is no ordinary woman to be easily manipulated.
As you walk to the middle, the wide road stretches into the distance, empty and deserted.
It was just nightfall, and it shouldn't be so deserted right now. A cold wind was blowing in my face, and a chilling atmosphere pervaded the air.
All around was quiet, save for the wind rustling the road, stirring up fallen leaves and dust. An indescribable sense of oppression pressed in from all sides.
Eunuch Shi, dressed in brocade and wearing court boots, with his hands casually placed and a smiling face, was now gazing at an old friend he often saw.
In the silent streets, the sound of footsteps and the clanging of metal seemed like the approaching Yama, the King of Hell, drawing ever closer and clearer into the night.
As the sound of metal approached, an atmosphere of fear began to permeate the air. Doors and windows on both sides were tightly shut, and no one dared to make a sound.
Quietly await tomorrow's dawn. At that time, the sun will shine brightly, and everything will be back to normal.
The old man, his long sleeves covering his hands, held a short blade in his hand, its blue light gleaming.
Resuming his usual smiling face, he said with feigned surprise, "General Nian, it's been so long! I've missed you terribly."
On the deserted street, suddenly all the people disappeared, and an old man slowly walked out.
An elderly general, clad in full armor and wielding a long spear, stood in the middle of the road, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent, seemingly undisguised.
"This road leads to Yama, the King of Hell. Did Eunuch Shi ever imagine that this day would come?" the old general sneered.
He laughed loudly, "Back then, in the last battle of the previous dynasty, the marching route was leaked, resulting in heavy casualties and almost complete annihilation. Now, I estimate that quite a few people participated."
However, I can't care about that anymore. Killing you will vent my anger and serve as a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Even in the afterlife, they won't blame me.
Eunuch Shi's eyes flickered as he said, "General Nian, you're mistaken. I was also deeply saddened when this happened. The thought of not being able to wipe out the remnants of the previous dynasty in one battle is truly heartbreaking."
He coughed and said, "I understand the pain of you generals, but I do not know who leaked our whereabouts."
General Nian, you'd better find out the truth. Accidentally wounding friendly forces is something our real enemies will secretly laugh at.
His tone was nonchalant, and his eyes showed little emotion.
The old general chuckled softly, "Now that things have come to this, you still want to make excuses? Of those who acted back then, few are still alive. Those who aren't are all suspects."
Then he chuckled and said, "If it really wasn't you, and we killed the wrong person, it doesn't matter. So many soldiers have died; for a eunuch like you, it's not much."
The word "eunuch" stung Eunuch Shi's heart. His face instantly contorted with rage, and he roared, "You're courting death!"
With agile movements, Eunuch Shi leaped swiftly, his attacks blurring the lines between real and fake figures.
The old general channeled his inner energy into the tip of his spear, making the spear feel like an extension of his arm. With a tremor, he unleashed eighteen spear thrusts in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the spear, like a dragon's tail, pierced into Eunuch Shi with astonishing speed.
At the same time, a battlefield suddenly appeared in the surrounding space, with thousands of people wielding guns, charging forward from all directions in a dense array of spears, completely reckless.
In Eunuch Shi's eyes, all he could see were old generals.
In an instant, his face turned pale, and with ghostly movements, he quickly fled.
In the instant he turned around, the spear seemed to pierce through space, quickly thrusting from his back into his chest. Before the force could fully dissipate, he was pinned to the wall, dead.
The sound fell silent for a moment, and a chill descended instantly. Only the flickering lanterns and candlelight broke the darkness.
On the silent street, a cruel death occurred, and blood flowed down, soaking the ground.
Eunuch Shi's lips twitched. "Save me! Save me now! Otherwise, you'll never know the real murderer."
"What's the passing of time?" Seeing that General Nian remained unmoved, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "You'll regret this! You'll definitely regret this! You'd never guess who this person is!"
The spear was drawn, blood splattered, and the still-open eyes watched as the spear swung, severing the head.
Watching myself split in two, eyes wide with disbelief and disbelief, I realized I had already lost one thing, and now I had to lose another.
The old man raised his head and said in a low voice, 'You clean up this place.'
A man quickly emerged, dressed in black, strong and agile, with a face resembling an elderly general. He nodded slightly, "Yes."
With a wave of his hand, a team of trained personnel quickly cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground and walls, which disappeared in no time.
The smell of blood in the air seemed to have disappeared. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
The elderly man walks alone, holding a severed head in his hand—a past he doesn't want to recall—but his steps are unusually light today.
In the remote green mountains, one would expect not to need much disturbance, just a solemn and majestic tall stone tombstone.
Wind, frost, and rain have left mottled marks of time, bearing witness to countless heroic sacrifices and past wars. Glory returns to the grave—was that truly what the heart desired? No one knows.
Surrounded by ancient trees, their branches swaying in the wind, they gently conveyed the stories of the soldiers' bravery and fearlessness.
Rows of neatly arranged graves stand guard like soldiers, like a sword piercing the sky, protecting the heroes who lie buried in the earth.
A solitary old man's figure, and a head with its eyes wide open in death.
Old age arrives gently, eyes become tearful, and head is gently placed.
He whispered, "Old Ghost, you're injured."
Elder Yun chuckled softly, "This old Taoist priest is indeed something else. He appears unassuming and unassuming on the surface, but deep down he's quite cunning. He desires both immortality and power; he's truly shameless."
He sighed softly and smiled, "I just wonder how I'll face these ancestors of the sect when I get down there."
The elderly man gently helped Elder Yun up, shook his head, and said in a low, concerned voice, "Don't say anymore, recuperating is the priority. We can discuss the rest later."
The Ninth Prince and Old Man Meng chatted happily. The Ninth Prince was approachable and showed no signs of being superior to other princes. His manner was like a gentle spring breeze, and there was even a hint of deliberate gesture in his words.
But none of this diminishes his approachable demeanor.
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