In fact, He Simu was just trying to call Duan Xu, but he was really awakened by her, and his stiff body collapsed like a rapidly melting glacier. He seemed to finally begin to realize the pain, and sat down on the ground exhausted, panting rapidly.
Under the flickering firelight, this wasteland seemed like the legendary hell. Duan Xu lowered his head so that no one could see his expression. All one could hear was his steady and tired voice: "There is still a long way to go, but I am already... very tired."
He finally said he was tired.
He Simu thought, she thought he was a guy who was keen on torturing himself to death. It turns out that he can get tired too.
After this seemingly disheartened speech, Duan Xu suddenly raised his eyes. His blood-stained eyes were filled with a trace of tired light, but they were still bright.
He suddenly said, "You want to make a deal with me. You want my five senses, and you said you would give them back to me on time. But that's because you haven't experienced the feeling of having five senses. After you know the five colors, five tastes, six tones, cold and warm, can you still bear to lose them? Will there be a day when you take away all my senses and only maintain my life to the minimum, turning me into a living dead?"
It's hard for him to still remember this deal at this moment.
He Simu was silent for a moment, and she said calmly: "Maybe, forget it, it's better not to do this deal. I think if you don't rush back to the city to find a doctor, you will die here."
Duan Xu looked at her for a moment, and suddenly smiled faintly. That smile was so quiet that there was no trace of madness. He stretched out his hand to He Simu and said in a joking tone: "Please give me a hand. If you pull me up, I will agree to you."
He Simu raised her eyebrows, wondering what this young general was going crazy about again. She said, "Seventeen..."
"Call me Duan Xu."
She didn't understand why he was obsessed with this fake name, so she just asked, "Duan Xu, are you still awake?"
"Very sober, how interesting."
Duan Xu's hand was suspended in the air. He smiled and said slowly, "I bet that when that 'one day' comes, you will be reluctant to let go."
A firework bloomed in the night sky between the two people, with a loud bang. Duan Xu's blood-stained hands were illuminated, bright red and blazing like a burning flame, and there was a barely perceptible tremor at his fingertips.
I don’t know whether to be excited or scared.
He Simu looked at him for a long while, looking at this mortal's eyes that were always clear but without a bottom.
This daring gambler who never considers the consequences.
She smiled faintly: "Okay."
She stretched out her hand, her hand was pale, with deep purple veins winding thinly under the gray skin. Such a pair of cold and dead hands grasped Duan Xu's warm and bloody hand, stained with his blood, and held his hand tightly.
The spell-binding pearl flew out and hung above the two people's clasped hands. It absorbed a drop of blood from each of them and melted them together, then flowed into the groove of the talisman pattern, taking effect immediately.
From then on, this person was connected to her destiny.
He Simu raised his hand and pulled Duan Xu up from the ground. He really didn't use any strength at all. He just let her pull him lazily like a kite, and then he staggered and leaned on her with the force of the forward rush.
He was taller than her, but he bent over and buried his head in her neck. His sticky blood stained her clothes and his forehead was pressed against the cold skin of her neck.
He put all his strength on her, as if he was tying his life to her.
"What are you doing?" He Simu didn't push him away, but just asked lightly.
"Am I abnormal?" Duan Xu whispered.
He Simu knew what he was talking about, so he said, "Can killing people be considered abnormal?"
Killing people? It will make Duan Xu excited.
It was not until just now that He Simu realized that she had seen Duan Xu on the battlefield. His eyes seemed to be suppressing something, and what he was suppressing was precisely this kind of excitement.
He seemed to have had the experience of killing a large number of people over many years, so that killing became a source of excitement for him, inducing him to fall into a state of excitement both physically and mentally, making it difficult for him to control himself.
Perhaps deep down he longed for killing.
This kind of killing had ever pleased him.
He has been there for who knows how long, and everything he has experienced has been integrated into his bones and blood.
Duan Xu was silent for a while, then said to her: "Just now, before Senior Brother Fifteen died, he told me... You are also a monster, you can't escape."
He Simu did not answer. In the cold wind, Duan Xu's body trembled slightly. He said slowly: "Sometimes I don't know whether I am a normal person pretending to be a madman, or a madman pretending to be a normal person."
He Simu laughed softly, with a hint of disdain. She finally reached out her hand and placed it on his back, patting it gently.
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about, leaning on the most abnormal guy in the world?"
Duan Xu was quiet for a moment, then suddenly laughed softly. He reached out his hand to hug He Simu's back without caring about his own life, and said cheerfully and calmly, "That's right."
He Simu patted his back and said calmly: "Don't be so arrogant, let me go."
"Don't you want to know who I am?"
Duan Xu did not let her go obediently. Instead, he relaxed completely, as if a dusty door had been opened. He said calmly in her ear, "My name is Duan Xu. My grandfather was a famous writer. When I was born, he was watching a play by the Chunsheng Troupe, so he named me after the play Fenglangjuxu. My grandmother was the eldest princess of the previous dynasty. My family is a family of three generations of Hanlin scholars, the Duan family of Nandu. I grew up in Nandu until I was seven years old."
here we go again.
He Simu frowned and was about to interrupt his nonsense, but he heard Duan Xu say with a smile: "Then when I was seven years old, I was kidnapped."
He Simu stopped patting him on the back.
Duan Xu continued, "The Huqi people kidnapped me to threaten my father to trade intelligence with them. At that time, the party struggle was at its most life-and-death stage. Not only did my father not agree to the Huqi people's request, he couldn't even let others know that he had such a handle in Danzhi's hands. So he told the Huqi people that they kidnapped the wrong person. The person they kidnapped was not Duan Xu, the third son of the Duan family. The third son of the Duan family was sent back to his hometown in Daizhou to accompany his grandmother."
"The Third Young Master who was sent back to Daizhou was the fake Duan Xu."
"The Huqi people were deceived, and they thought they had kidnapped the wrong person. I took the opportunity to escape and lived on the streets of Danzhi... Then I was picked by my master, the leader of Tianzhixiao, who was out selecting disciples, and entered Tianzhixiao. They didn't know my origins. After I became a disciple at the age of fourteen, I blinded my master and fled back to Daliang, recognizing my ancestors and taking the name Shunxi. My father arranged the 'robbery' on the way from Daizhou to Nandu so that the fake Duan Xu would disappear and let me come back."
"This is me. I am Duan Xu Duan Shunxi. I have never lied to you. Look, I have managed to turn danger into safety again this time."
Duan Xu spoke very calmly, and even smiled playfully at this point, like a proud child.
He Simu was silent, countless soul lamps rose from Danzhi's tent, and merged into the sky like a tide, and the fireworks above Shuozhou City rose and fell brilliantly. On one hand, there was joy, and on the other hand, there was sorrow. What an absurd and grand human scene.
Blood dripped from Duan Xu's fingertips, and he finally let go of his hands that were holding He Simu's back, but this time He Simu held him tightly.
—He is sliding down to the ground. If I don’t hold him, he will fall to the ground.
Hugging He Simu just now had used up the last bit of Duan Xu's strength.
He Simu hugged the guy who fell on her body weakly, sighed and said, "Not only a little fox, but also a little ancestor."
Finally, He Simu sat on her Ghost King lamp pole, Duan Xu sat beside her, leaning on her shoulder, and the Ghost King lamp carried them to Shuozhou City. Duan Xu closed his eyes, as if he was asleep but still a little conscious. He asked vaguely, "Your Highness the Ghost King... What's your name?"
He Simu clicked his tongue twice, and stroked the Ghost King Lamp under the lamppost from time to time.
Normally she would not tell mortals her name. Even among the evil spirits, only the left and right chancellors dared to call her name.
However, this is the one who will give her the five senses.
"He Simu, He of He Simu, Simu of Simu."
Her interpretation made Duan Xu laugh softly.
The long night is coming to an end, and the daybreak is breaking. The gentle morning light like mist melts the endless darkness.
In the golden sunlight, Duan Xu slightly opened his dry and cracked lips and said slowly: "He Simu, Happy New Year, and peace every year."
He Simu was stunned for a moment, then responded with a faint smile: "Duan Xu, little fox Duan, I hope you can turn danger into safety and live a long life."
Her eyes fell on the sword of Powang at Duan Xu's waist. The scabbard was also stained with blood, and it was unclear whether it was Shiwu's or Duan Xu's.
Fifteen was killed by the Sword of Breaking Delusion, but he will finally have a next life without resentment.
She had been wondering why the Delusion-Breaking Sword would recognize Duan Xu as its master. At this moment, she finally figured out the answer. Duan Xu was neither a cultivator nor had spiritual power. Even though he had a strong destiny, was a natural genius, and had a character that ordinary people could not match, this was not the reason why the Delusion-Breaking Sword chose him.
The Sword of Breaking Delusion chose him because it wanted to save him.
This is the Lord's merciful sword, which can kill people and save people. It came from Bai Qing's hand to the hand of this young man, who recognized him as his Lord because he wanted to save him.
His hands were covered in blood and his body was covered in frost.
Han Lingqiu and Meng Wan told Wu Shengliu about Duan Xu's plan, and on the New Year's Eve of that year, they launched an attack when a fire broke out in the Danzhi army camp. The Danzhi army was leaderless and in chaos, and was defeated and driven a hundred miles away by the Tabai army, and retreated from Shuozhou in defeat.
The siege of Tabaifu City was thus lifted.
The battle continued until morning. When Wu Shengliu and his entourage returned with their troops, they saw a man standing on the city wall.
The young man was dressed like a Huche, his body covered with wounds and soaked in blood. He smiled and waved at them in the morning light, then took out a head from the cloth bag at his waist and hung it on the city gate.
It was Avolzi's head.
Their main general went deep into the military camp, set fire to the camp, and assassinated the commander, so that his soldiers would not fight to the death with the enemy, allowing his soldiers to return with a great victory, and the people in the city behind him spent a lively Spring Festival without noticing.
Wu Shengliu suddenly jumped off his horse and knelt on the ground.
He did not issue any orders, but with his actions all the captains, captains, centurions and soldiers dismounted from their horses and knelt on one knee one after another. In the morning light, countless pieces of armor shone with a cold silver light, like waves surging over the sea.
Duan Xu's eyes flashed.
"Tabai Army, welcome the commander-in-chief." Wu Shengliu shouted loudly.
The soldiers behind him shouted in unison, and the voices came like a tidal wave, rushing towards Duan Xu on the top of the city wall. Duan Xu held on to the city wall, barely able to stand upright. He thought that he would be fine if he had taken more painkillers.
Then he smiled softly.
He Simu asked him why he wanted to take the risk alone, and he said that it was because this Tabai Army was not his Tabai.
At this moment, the Tabai Army was finally his Tabai.