Carrying A Lantern In Daylight / Chapter 1

 The north wind is sluggish, the winter is stern, the city of Liangzhou is dead silent.

    Perhaps the word "general" should be removed.

    At the moment, the city of Liangzhou is full of corpses, blood flowing into rivers, the smell of fishy, a city like a huge tomb, even the sound of breathing is too ear-piercing.

    From afar, a crow flew in, resting on the eaves, and its hoarse low caw tore through the silence of the night, then a second, a third, a fourth ...... they flew in flocks, overwhelming the sky, landing in the streets and alleys of the city, stepping on the bodies piled up in the streets and alleys.

    It is not known how many crows fell when a pair of light almond-colored cloth shoes stepped on the ground of the main street of Liangzhou City, and in a moment it was stained with blood.

    The owner of the cloth shoes is a month white dress girl, looks 17 or 18 years old, in this miserable bright red background, as if a white lotus blooming in a pool of blood.

    She carried a jade pendant in her hand, index finger hooked the jade pendant rope kept turning, the jade pendant issued a luminous blue light.

    "It seems to be a massacre ......" The girl's tone was rather flat.

    Ordinary girls see such a bloody and terrible scene, afraid to faint, but unfortunately He Simu is not an ordinary girl.

    She is an evil ghost.

    When people die, obsessed, long-cherished wish is not fulfilled, they become a wandering soul can not be reborn, wandering souls eat each other for a hundred years and born evil ghost.

    Evil ghosts eat people.

    He Simu, not coincidentally, is an evil ghost to feed.

    The night was dark, and there were no fingers to be seen, and the city was full of corpses pressing one on top of another. He Simu's movement was not hindered at all, she walked nimbly among the corpses' torsos, always stepping on the most suitable gap. Unfortunately, she had just taken six steps out when her feet were held by someone.

    "Save ...... save ......"

    He Simu looked down, a man who had been slashed in the stomach and whose flesh was tumbling held her feet. He was so bloodied that he couldn't see his features, and his eyes were already lax, but he was trembling and pointing to one side.

    "Save ...... my son ...... save ...... Shen Ying ...... "

    He Simu glanced at the direction he pointed, where a seven- or eight-year-old child, pressed by several corpses below, only revealing a pale little face. He is still vaguely out of breath, but tightly closed eyes, about fainted.

    She turned her gaze back to the disheveled, dying man and said, "Your son is in much better condition than you, and it is you who are dying."

    "Save ......" The man seemed to be deaf to He Simu's words, and just begged obstinately.

    He Simu then squatted down, hand on the knee, looking at the man who was dying: "I eat you, and then save your son, you are willing? You have to think well, the evil spirits eaten will be less a soul fire, reincarnation after many disasters, I do not know how many lives to reincarnate to recover."

    The man seemed confused for a moment before he understood the meaning of her words and opened his cloudy eyes in horror, and his hands shivered a little.

    "Not willing?" He Simu inclined his head and said.

    The man shivered for a moment, tears pooled in his eyes, and he said softly, "...... willing ...... willing ......"

    He Simu narrowed his eyes and smiled somewhat compassionately, "Good."

    Then she dryly yanked up the man's hair, forcing him to tilt his head up, then bit on his neck, sharp canine teeth pierced deeply into his blood veins, a spurt of blood, splashed He Simu a face. The jade pendant in her hand glowed brightly and then dimmed.

    The man's hand holding her right foot fell in a pool of blood, a light rose from the man's body and slowly rose into the dark night sky.

    The man originally had three soul fires, located on both shoulders and the top of the head, and when they were reincarnated, they became one, like a bright light rising into the sky, a meteor going backwards - this is the death that only evil spirits can see.

    Such a high level of evil spirits like He Simu, eat the soul fire on top of the human head.

    Less a soul fire, the man's soul light in the next life will be much dimmer than the next person. For the sake of the father-son relationship in one life to suffer several lifetimes of sin, is it not worth the loss? But mortals love to do this losing business.

    He Simu simply let go of his hand, and the man's heavy body hit the ground with a thud. Along with this heavy muffled sound, the first light of dawn, the darkness that could not be seen was washed away. As if it was going to be sunrise, the crows also stirred up one after another.

    She clapped her hands and stepped over the bodies on the ground, following the blood trail left by the man crawling all the way over to where the man's son was.

    To be honest with He Simu's power, directly ate the man he was unable to resist. But ghosts do her this level of guys, there are always some of their own rules, He Simu for their own food has a very high respect, always equal to the exchange of words will be practiced.

    After she stood in front of the pile of torsos, she reached out to lift the corpse that fell on the child. The body was wounded in the neck, and when she lifted the head of the body, the head separated directly from the torso, and the bloody torso smashed back on the child again.

    The child's face was smashed and paled a few more times.

    He Simu is quite helpless, carrying a dirty head, frowning with the head owner that eyes wide open in terror of death.

    "The army of the Great Liang is coming!" From the distant city gate came a shout, it was a slightly old voice, as if sparing all his strength to shout such a phrase, the voice trembling and forced to tear.

    From afar came the noisy sound of people and horses' hooves, the strong breath of the living like a storm dispelling the dead, surrounded by cries of joy, the survivors of the city ran out from their hiding places sporadically, the mourning crowd gathered on the long street.

    The city gates at the end of the long street opened slowly, the sky broke into dawn, the morning light appeared, countless horses' hooves and military boots stepped into the blood-stained street, vast and endless.

    He Simu turned his eyes and saw the man at the front of the procession at a glance.

    He looked very young, still a teenager, riding a tall white horse, clad in silver armor, facing the gradually clearing morning light. This man is slender and sturdy, with high brow bones and nose, a pair of exceptionally bright and clear, slightly upturned almond eyes.

    This is an extremely handsome, and aristocratic teenager.

    He came against the morning light of the sun, like a sharp blade that splits the darkness.

    This is the first time He Simu saw Duan Xu, the light of day broke, everything woke up, it was a good time, but there was no beauty - after all, she was standing among the people who were crying in pain and pathos, and carrying a dead man's head in her hand.

    The young man's eyes scanned the tragic situation in the city, his brow wrinkled slightly, raising his eyes along the long street to look far away.

    He Simu, who was covered in blood, was no different from the surviving people and did not attract the teenager's attention. She threw away the head in her hand and looked inquiringly at the teenager.

    -- To be precise, He Simu was examining the long, black and slender sword at his waist, carved with silver on both sides and at the waist.

    The evil spirit's eyesight was so good that she was able to see the details of the sword in one glance. He Simu thought this sword looks familiar ah, where she saw it coming?

    She searched through her long memories for a while before it dawned on her that this was not the broken spirit sword that her aunt forged over 300 years ago when he was still alive?

    It was the second most powerful sword in the world, the Lord of Mercy. This young man looks like an ordinary general, and does not look like a person who cultivates immortality and monasticism, but he actually has a broken delusion sword?

    "Lord General! You've finally come to save us!" He Simu's right hand side ran out a man who cried and wailed in pain, hitting her in place and spinning around a stagger. Seeing that man running to the street and kneeling down, He Simu glanced around at the people who were either mourning or surprised, and realized that it seemed a bit out of place for her to stand here.

    She should not at least cry a voice?

    She thought for a moment and bit her tongue hard, the body she possessed immediately gushed tears.

    With tears in her eyes, she smiled as if she had seen a savior, and with her skirt, she pushed aside the men who were kowtowing in front of her, and ran straight to the young man's horse and shouted, "Lord General, the Hochi slaughtered the city before they retreated, and there are countless deaths and injuries in the city, are you here to save us!

    The young man stopped his horse, and the soldiers behind him stopped. He looked around at the people, his face was a calmness that did not match his age, he said clearly: "I am Duan Xu, the commander of the Tapper White Army of Daliang, the bandits have retreated to the north of the Guan River, today Liangzhou is back to Daliang.

    After a pause, he said, "But where I am here, the Hu Qi people, no longer can step into Liangzhou half a step."

    The surviving people broke out in sobs of grief and joy, and He Simu followed with two cries, making a mournful appearance and reaching out to pull the sleeve of the young man's coat.

    The young man's soldiers around him were about to draw their swords, He Simu a shiver red eyes, the young man waved his hand to indicate that they do not need. Then take out a handkerchief from his arms and bend down to hand it to He Simu: "Wipe the blood."

    His fingers are long and white, so that the blue veins are very obvious, you can see that once was a noble hands, but now there are many purple and blue scars, weathered.

    He Simu, with tears in his eyes, touched his hand in passing when he took the handkerchief, and the moment he bowed his head his eyes took on a smile.

    It is true that you need to find a beautiful and delicate girl to possess, and a delicate cry will make people's hearts soft, not only not to drive open to give the handkerchief.

    The first thing that happened was that she just felt the pulse of the teenager, and he was really an ordinary person without any spiritual cultivation. Strange, the delusion-breaking sword will obediently for such a person to drive? Is he the owner of the delusion-breaking sword?

    In the middle of thinking, He Simu suddenly felt the image in front of her eyes began to drift, she said badly, this body she was attached to was afraid to faint. She hurriedly pointed at the child in the pile of corpses next to her and shouted, "Help me save that child!"

    Then she saw her body lurch and fall softly in front of the young general's horse.

    ...... The bad thing about possessing a dainty little girl is that this body is too delicate and can't hold up to fainting after a night without sleep.

    He Simu out of that body, floating in mid-air holding arms and sighing.

    The crowd naturally could not see He Simu floating in mid-air, the little general looked down at the poor girl who had fallen in front of his horse and said to a lieutenant next to him, "Take her down and take care of her."

    After a pause, he said lightly: "Pass down the order, today in the city to reorganize the military affairs, except for the city defense needs, the rest of the people in the city to rescue the surviving people. If there is an opportunity to steal and loot, military justice!"

    The deputy general received orders, and He Simu then watched that body being helped up by several soldiers and sent away. He Simu leisurely followed behind those soldiers, taking out a bright pearl from his arms as he walked, and called out, "Feng Yi."

    The pearl was about the size of a pigeon's egg, crystal clear and shining, with many tiny runes vaguely engraved. It didn't take long for a man's voice to come from inside the pearl, and he seemed to have just woken up, still yawning lazily.

    "Rare guest, old ancestor! It's not even dawn yet, what do you want to see me for?"

    He Simu also ignored his complaint and said straight away, "Help me investigate a person, someone from the court."

    "Since when are you interested in the court, who is it?"

    "The person with the Broken Sword."

    The man at the other end of the pearl was silent for a moment and said with some surprise, "The Broken Delusion Sword has reappeared in the world? What is the name of the sword master?"

    "It's called ......" He Simu narrowed her eyes as she glanced back at the teenage general who was gradually moving away.

    This is a really good question.

    What was his name ...... called?

    The moment she saw him, he was in her eyes only shining three big words - "broken sword", as for his name ...... she did not pay attention.

    Probably dead for too long, dead with many things are too lazy to remember.

    The man at the other end of the pearl seems to guess that He Simu did not pay attention to people's names, laughing, he seems to be washing, the pearl also came the sound of clattering water.

    "And let's not say what his name is, check him out what do you want to do, snatch the broken sword?"

    "What do I want the Broken Sword for? I don't cultivate immortality."

    The young man's white-robed back shone in the sunlight. He Simu thought for a while and said, "I'm probably too bored lately, it's rare to have a break in decades, so I'm looking for something interesting to do. If you are not busy these days, you can play with me."

    "Aigoo, old ancestor, you're bending me over. If you find out the name, I will check it out for you."

    The bright pearl brightened up and dimmed down again.

    The one on the other side of the pearl is the twentieth generation grandson of her aunt who died more than three hundred years ago, the Fluxus Calamity who specializes in the art of cursing. Now he conceals his identity and has mingled in the imperial court to the status of state master.

    The relationship can still be so good nowadays, mostly because she played Feng Yi as a child and kept bothering him.

    He Simu tucked the pearl back into his arms and looked up to the sky, the sun had fully risen, the sun was bright and clear, so much so that the blood on the ground was reflected in a radiant light.

    She walked among all the people who were crying, sad, angry, coming and going looking for their loved ones and collecting the corpses, with her hands behind her back and gaiting calmly, as if she was an uninvited guest in this world.

    The world was in trouble, but the sky was beautiful and clear.

    The sadness and happiness of all things are not connected, drought for many days now by the blood of the irrigated weeds, about also feel that today is a good day.