"Then the outside and the inside... are the same..."
The world was lonely, the wind blew through the barren mountains and ridges, and left with a whimper. The man's voice was sincere and weak, and in the eyes of the woman, it turned into the last hope in the deep despair. The smell of pine oil is spreading.
But the woman didn't come.
Gao Qianyue hugged her body, surrounded by the hungry ghosts who had just left behind. Seeing that the situation was deadlocked for a moment, it was convenient for someone to extend her hand. The woman broke free and screamed in tears. Wang Shitong picked up half of the bench and threw it come over.
"I will kill you before I dare to do anything again."
He has led the hungry ghosts for nearly two years, and he has his own majesty. Some people just pretended to come forward, but they did not dare to move for a while. Amidst the clamor of human voices, the range where Gao Qianyue could run became less and less. Shitong watched this scene and said from the door: "Come here, I won't hurt you, they are not human, I told you..."
"Ah" the woman screamed, "You are not human!"
Wang Shitong was stunned.
"Wang Shitong, you are not human." Gao Qianyue cried, "You killed my whole family and ruined my body, they are not human, you are human!? Wang Shitong, I hate all of you, I Missing my parents, I'm afraid of you! I'm afraid of all of you, beasts, you beasts..."
The woman was already timid, roared and screamed for a moment, her voice became weaker, she slumped on the ground with her body in her arms, and lowered her head to cry.
Wang Shitong just stared at her in a daze, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shook his head, as if he wanted to wave something away, but he couldn't. There were jeering voices in the crowd.
The world is a nightmare.
There have been struggles.
But finally, the last ray of light was still closed.
In the crowd, someone approached and held up the woman sitting on the ground, and the woman's scream came from a distance. Just like in the past year, the scenes that happened in front of him countless times were accompanied by the asura-like slaughterhouse, accompanied by flames, accompanied by countless people crying and crazy wanton laughter. Countless heart-piercing screams and cries were circling in his mind, it was the appearance of hell.
"You can't go on like this... Do you still want to be a human being?" In the faint cries, he killed his best brother, Yan Hong, who had been starved to the bone.
"This world is full of wicked people... But it's okay, as long as there is me, I will take you out... As long as there is me..." Countless, expectant eyes looked at him, and then their eyes turned blood red. In the sky and the ground, and around the sea of people, there are human voices everywhere, crying, pleading, and the voices that people make before they starve to death. There should be no sound, but Wang Shitong looked at them, lying on the ground, skinny. The corpse of the head seems to be making a oozing sound between the eyes and lips that occasionally move.
Kekeke, Kekeke, Kekeke… Kekekekekekekekekekekeke…
Looking directly at the sight of people dying of starvation would drive everyone to madness, and every night, countless people would reach out, grab him, and devour him until he was completely eaten. He would wake up from the dream, greedily and madly sucking the soft, living breath beside him, and the women always seemed docile, like the little dogs and cats he bred in his childhood, who lived in heaven.
"I will protect you, don't be afraid..."
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"… Um."
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… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … fake.
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Wang Shitong held his head and cried.
In the crowd outside, someone tore Gao Qianyue's clothes, and more people, looking at Wang Shitong, finally came here, the woman screamed and struggled, tried to run, and even begged for mercy, but until the end, She also did not run in the direction of Wang Shitong. The woman's clothes were finally torn off, and the hungry ghosts dragged her legs off the ground and tore her pants. With a bang, several strips of cloth were torn off, and there was a whistling sound, smashing into the crowd, and the pine oil splashed.
"Do it." When the voice came out, many people didn't realize that Wang Shitong was talking, but Wu Ding, who was standing nearby, had already heard it and held the stick in his hand. Wang Shitong's second shout had already been made. came out.
"Second Xin! Yao Xian! Give me a hand"
Beside Wu Ding, someone suddenly drew a knife and slashed at his neck.
In the crowd, in an instant, there were also many people shouting loudly, the sword light was raised, and the blood flew high into the air, and the figure next to him collapsed with a bang.
The slaughter, or slaughter, expanded in a blink of an eye.
This second son Xin was Wu Ding's confidant, and Yao Xian had followed Wang Chao Yuan for a long time. Wang Chao Yuan evacuated half of the people, and the remaining half were mostly Yao Xian's subordinates. How could everyone expect that Wang Shitong, who had no resistance at the beginning, could still scream so movingly now that a large group of people were shot and stabbed in the blink of an eye, and the bloody atmosphere permeated the air. With a sound, he was ready, but in a blink of an eye, he was killed by the swordsman who was beside him as a confidant, and his blood was splashed.
This fierce fight came quickly and ended quickly. There may be only a few people who started the attack, but the timing of the attack was too good. After a while, most of Wu Ding and Wang Chao Yuan's men had fallen in a pool of blood. Wu Ding was cut down by the second son of Xin, with several strokes in his body, and his calf was almost broken twice. Cut, in the screams, there is no ability to resist.
Wang Shitong also split the two, walking towards Gao Qianyue with a bloody knife in his hand. The woman who was torn in ragged clothes stepped back again and again, and Wang Shitong crouched down and took one of her hands.
"Shh, shh... It's alright, it's alright..." The man named Yao Xian brought a tattered blanket, Wang Shitong took it, wrapped Gao Qianyue around him, and wanted to reach out to comfort her, but Gao Qian took it over. Yue lowered his head and stepped back subconsciously, Wang Shitong stood up, confusion and blankness flashed in his eyes.
"What are you doing! You idiots! He is no longer the ghost king! You follow him to the death, don't you understand..." On the side of the pool of blood, Wu Ding was still screaming in the blood. A group of people standing around also had some doubts. Xin Lao Er said: "Ghost King, just come back." He is naturally a confidant of Wang Shitong's subordinate, and at this time, he is more concerned about Wang Shitong's state, whether he has turned around, and whether he has figured it out.
Wang Shitong, shirtless, walked to a wooden stake on the side, and sat down in a daze. After a long time like this, he said in a low voice, "Are there any... people from the Black Flag Army?"
In the wind blowing, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, there was a terrible silence, Wang Shitong also waited for a while, and then said: "Are there any people from the Huaxia Army? Come out, I want to talk to you guys. ."
The ghost king's empty eyes swept over everyone, and after a while, Wu Ding in the pool of blood laughed mockingly: "Ahem...you, you lunatic, you..."
In the crowd, Yao Xian took a step slowly and stood in front of Wang Shitong.
Wang Shitong looked up at him, Yao Xian's cheeks were thin and his eyes were solemn, and there was not much change in the gaze.
"It was you..."
"Huaxia Military Chengye, I am responsible for following you... Congratulations to the ghost king, I finally figured it out."
"I didn't figure it out..." Wang Shitong murmured, "I lost after all..."
"The teacher said that you were just drowning."
"... drowning... teacher?" Wang Shitong looked at Fang Chengye for a moment, and understood who the teacher was talking about. At this time, the birdsong was passing through the sky, and he finally said:
"I have a request… "
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The sky was overcast, and outside Xuzhou City, the hungry ghosts gradually gathered in one direction.
On the temporarily built high platform, people walked up one after another. Among the crowd, there was the figure of Li Zheng, a Han from Eastern Liaoning. Someone started talking loudly, and after a while, a group of people were escorted out by people with swords and soldiers, and they were pushed to kill them all in front of the high platform.
Divide and eat.
Before the people on the stage finished speaking, the riots came from different directions again. Some people rushed to the high platform, some people surrounded them from all directions, and some people were cut down to the ground. In the huge chaos, most of the hungry ghosts didn't know what happened, but the dark red man soaked in blood finally appeared in everyone's field of vision. The ghost king came slowly and walked to the high platform. of people.
Some roared, some roared, some tried to incite the crowd to do something. The old man named Chen Dayi was holding a cane and did not respond. Wang Shitong, who came up from below, passed by his side. After a while, the soldiers arrested everyone who wanted to escape, including the outsider, Liaodong The Han Chinese Li Zheng was on the edge of the high platform.
Li Zheng was trying to speak, but a soldier next to him stuck a knife in his mouth and smashed his tongue.
The ghost king came over and cut off the heads of the perpetrators kneeling here one by one.
He threw the head at the bonfire, and the bonfire burned roaringly.
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Under the gloomy sky, the troops of the "Hungry Ghosts" finally began to disperse. Half of them began to go south around Xuzhou City, and part of them followed the "Ghost King", the only one they could rely on, and went to the nearest one with food. direction.
It was the northern, Jurchen barracks.
A few days passed, and at some point, the stretched army formation appeared in front of the "hungry ghosts" like a long wall, and Wang Shitong spoke hoarsely and loudly in the crowd. Finally, they sprinted hard towards the long, almost insurmountable wall on the opposite side.
The dark red man, soaked in blood, ran at the front of the crowd. The surging footsteps sounded like spring thunder that shook the whole earth. The figure of the Jurchen in front of him began to become clear in his field of vision, and Wang Shitong swallowed it. saliva.
"very hungry… "
Spring has arrived.
The whole land is still a barren and dead color.
"Boom" shells flew over.
Wang Shitong ran in the crowd, and the cannonball pushed him high into the sky...
very hungry…
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In the far distance, the figure of the woman melted into the escort team and set foot on the journey south.
I don't know if she will look north even once during such a journey.
"... I have a request, I hope you can send her to the south... "
"... I hope you can guarantee her food and clothing, and I hope you can find a husband for her... "
"... I hope she can live in a place where there will never be wars, hope her husband will love her, hope that her children and grandchildren will be full of children, hope that when she is old, her children and grandchildren will be filial to her, hope that her face will always be To be able to smile…”
"... I hope she forgets me, I hope she will never... never think of this nightmare... "
"...I hope she..."
… towards happiness.
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Somewhere, tears and smiles meet.
His body soars in the sky...
It was the spring of 33 years ago, the child was born in a wealthy family west of Zhending. The child's parents believe in Buddhism and are benevolent and kind people who are praised by the eight townships, but they are old enough to let this child go. When Tianyou was six years old, his parents took him to play in the temple. He sat at the feet of Manjushri and refused to leave. The temple host said that he had an affinity with the Buddha. The Bodhisattva sat down on a blue lion and descended to the world, and his family was surnamed Wang, hence the name Wang Lion boy.
The Lord Buddha is merciful, and Manjushri is a symbol of wisdom. Wang Shitong has been intelligent since childhood. He was a scholar at the age of seventeen, and he was a scholar at the age of twenty. Although his parents died early, his family was rich and his wife gave birth to a child. An equally wise son.
In the thirteenth year of Jinghan, Jurchen went south. The 21-year-old Wang Shitong led the nearby villagers into the mountains to avoid the disaster. After the Jurchen retreated, although the house was destroyed, no one was sheltered. After he died, Wang Shitong became a monk and lent his savings to nearby farmers to restore their livelihoods.
However, in the following years, natural and man-made disasters finally followed. The young and frail children died in the plague caused by the war, and his wife never recovered. Wang Shitong guarded his wife and took care of the villagers. When the natural disaster came, he would no longer After collecting rent, and even dispersing the family wealth for the refugees in Shili Baxiang, his kind wife finally died of sadness not long after. When she was about to die, she said: I have lived happily by your side in my life, but unfortunately, you will be alone in the future...
Wang Shitong buried his wife and took the refugees south.
As long as I'm here... I won't leave you alone...
He made a promise to them...
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Wu Jianshuo ten years, February.
Wang Shitong flies high into the sky...
Before that, a lifetime of struggle...
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Hungry ghosts are still running on the endless land.