"Then the outside and the inside … are the same …"
The world was lonely. The wind blew through the barren mountains and left with a sob. The man's voice was sincere and weak, but in the woman's eyes, it turned into the last hope in the deep despair. The smell of pine oil was spreading.
But the woman did not come.
Gao Qianyue hugged her body, surrounded by the hungry ghosts who had stayed behind. The situation was in a stalemate for a moment, and then someone reached out. The woman struggled and screamed in tears. Wang Shitong picked up half a stool and threw it at her.
"If you dare to make another move, I'll kill you before I die …"
He had led the hungry ghosts for almost two years, so he had his own authority. Some people were just pretending to come forward, but did not dare to do anything. In the clamor, the space that Gao Qianyue could run to was getting smaller and smaller. Wang Shitong looked at the scene and said, "Come here, I won't hurt you. They are not human, I've told you …"
"Ah —" the woman screamed, "You are not human!"
Wang Shitong was stunned.
"Wang Shitong, you are not human," Gao Qianyue cried. Gao Qianyue cried. "You killed my family and destroyed my body. If they aren't human, then you are?! Wang Shitong, I hate all of you, I miss my parents, I'm afraid of you! I'm afraid of all of you, you bastards, you bastards … "
The woman was timid to begin with. After screaming for a while, her voice became softer, and she sat on the ground, crying with her head down.
Wang Shitong just stared at her blankly. He swallowed and shook his head, as if he wanted to wave something away, but he could not do it. Mockery came from the crowd.
The world was a nightmare.
There had been a struggle.
But in the end, the last sliver of light still closed up.
In the crowd, someone approached and lifted the woman who was sitting on the ground. The woman's scream came from afar. It was just like the countless scenes that had happened before his eyes in the past year. Those scenes were accompanied by an Asura-like slaughterhouse, accompanied by flames, accompanied by countless people's cries, and accompanied by crazy and wanton laughter. Countless heart-wrenching screams and cries circled in his mind. It was like hell.
"You can't go on like this … Do you still want to be a human?" Amidst the faint shouts, he killed his best brother, Yan Hong, who was already a bag of bones due to hunger.
"The world is filled with evil people … But it's fine. As long as I'm here, I'll take you out of this place … As long as I'm here …" Countless hopeful eyes looked at him, and then their eyes turned blood red. In the sky, on the ground, around the sea of people, there were sounds of people crying, pleading, and the sounds of people starving to death — there shouldn't be sounds. However, Wang Shitong looked at them. The bodies lying on the ground, all skin and bones, occasionally moved their eyes and lips, seemed to be emitting horrifying sounds.
Ke ke ke, ke ke ke, ke ke ke … ke ke ke ke ke …
Watching people starve to death would drive anyone crazy. Every night, countless people would reach out, grab him, and eat him until there was nothing left of him. He would wake up from his dreams, greedily and madly sucking the soft, living breath beside him. Women always seemed docile, like the kittens and dogs he had raised as a child. They lived in heaven.
"I'll protect you, don't be afraid …"
…
"… Mm."
…
… It was fake.
…
Wang Shitong hugged his head and cried.
In the crowd outside, someone tore off Gao Qianyue's clothes. More people looked at Wang Shitong and finally came over. The woman screamed and struggled, tried to run, and even begged for mercy, but in the end, she did not run towards Wang Shitong. The woman's clothes were finally torn off. The hungry ghosts dragged her legs off the ground and tore off her pants. A few pieces of cloth were torn off, and there was a whistling sound, falling into the crowd and splashing pine oil.
"Do it." When the voice came out, many people did not realize that it was Wang Shitong who spoke, but Wu Ding who was standing nearby heard it. He held the stick in his hand, and Wang Shitong's second shout came out.
"Second Brother Xin! Yao Xian! Do it — "
Beside Wu Ding, someone suddenly pulled out a knife and slashed at his neck.
In that instant, many people in the crowd cried out. Saber lights flashed, and blood sprayed high into the air. The people beside them fell to the ground with a loud bang.
The fight, or rather, the massacre, expanded in the blink of an eye.
Second Brother Xin was Wu Ding's confidant, and Yao Xian had been with Wang Chaoyuan for a long time. Wang Chaoyuan withdrew half of his men, and the remaining half were mostly Yao Xian's men. Nobody expected Wang Shitong, who was defenseless at the start, to still be able to shout. A large group of people were hit by knives and spears in the blink of an eye, and the smell of blood permeated the air. Although Wu Ding was prepared when Wang Shitong first shouted, he was forced to retreat by the confidant swordsman, and blood splattered all over his body.
This intense fight ended as quickly as it started. Only a small number of people attacked, but the timing was too good. After a while, most of Wu Ding and Wang Chaoyuan's men were lying in a pool of blood. Wu Ding was slashed to the ground by Second Brother Xin, and his body was pierced several times. His calf was almost broken in half, and he could no longer fight back as he screamed.
Wang Shitong also slashed two people, and walked towards Gao Qianyue with a knife that was still dripping with blood. The woman, whose clothes were torn apart, kept retreating. Wang Shitong squatted down and grabbed one of her hands.
"Shh, shh … It's okay, it's okay …" The man named Yao Xian brought over a tattered blanket. Wang Shitong took it and wrapped it around Gao Qianyue's body. He wanted to comfort her, but Gao Qianyue lowered her head and stepped back subconsciously. Wang Shitong stood up, and his eyes flashed with confusion and blankness.
"What are you doing! You idiots! He is no longer the Ghost King! You will only die if you follow him, don't you understand … "On the other side of the pool of blood, Wu Ding was still screaming. The group of people standing around also had some doubts. Second Brother Xin said, "Ghost King, it's good that you're back." He was naturally Wang Shitong's confidant, and he was more concerned about Wang Shitong's condition, whether he had recovered, whether he had thought things through.
Wang Shitong, with his upper body bare, walked to a wooden stump at the side, and sat down in a daze. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Is there … anyone from the Black Flag Army?"
In the sound of the wind, everyone looked at each other, and there was a terrible silence. Wang Shitong also waited for a while, and said, "Is there anyone from the Hua Xia Army? Come out, I want to talk to you. "
The Ghost King's hollow eyes swept across everyone, and after a while, Wu Ding, who was in the pool of blood, laughed mockingly, "Cough cough … you, you lunatic, you …"
In the crowd, Yao Xian slowly took a step forward, and stood in front of Wang Shitong.
Wang Shitong raised his head and looked at him. Yao Xian's cheeks were thin, and his gaze was solemn, but there was not much change in his expression.
"So it's you …"
"Hua Xia Army Chengye, I'm in charge of following you … Congratulations Ghost King, you've finally thought things through."
"I haven't thought things through …" Wang Shitong murmured, "I've lost in the end …"
"Teacher said, you've just drowned."
"… Drowned … Teacher?" Wang Shitong looked at Fang Chengye, and after a while, he understood who the teacher he was talking about. At this moment, the bird's cry streaked across the sky, he finally said,
"I have a request …"
*****
The sky was hazy, 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 Liaodong Han Li Zheng. Someone started to speak loudly, and after a while, a group of people were escorted out by people armed with weapons, and pushed to the front of the high platform to be killed.
Divided and eaten.
Before the person on the platform could finish his words, another commotion came from different directions, some people rushed up the high platform, some people surrounded from all directions, and some people were chopped down on the ground. In the huge chaos, most of the hungry ghosts didn't know what was going on, but the dark red voodoo soaked in blood finally appeared in everyone's sight. The Ghost King slowly walked towards the people on the high platform.
Some people roared, some people screamed, and some people tried to incite the crowd to do something. The old man named Chen Dayi held his walking stick and didn't make any reaction. Wang Shitong, who came up from below, passed by him. Not long after, the soldiers caught the people who wanted to escape, including the foreign Han Li Zheng from Liaodong, and detained him at the edge of the high platform.
Li Zheng tried to speak, but the soldier next to him stuck a knife into his mouth and minced his tongue.
The Ghost King walked over and cut off the heads of the rioters who were kneeling here one by one.
He threw the heads into the bonfire, and the bonfire burned fiercely.
…
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 the other half followed the "Ghost King", the only person they could rely on, to the nearest direction with food.
That was the military camp of the Jurchen in the north.
A few days passed. Unbeknownst to them, the long military formation appeared in front of the "hungry ghosts" like a long wall. Wang Shitong shouted at the top of his voice in the crowd. Finally, they struggled to rush to the long wall that was almost impossible to surmount.
The dark red voodoo soaked in blood ran at the front of the crowd. The surging footsteps were like spring thunder that shocked the whole earth. The figure of the Jurchen in front of him began to become clear in his field of vision. Wang Shitong swallowed his saliva.
"So hungry …"
Spring had arrived.
The entire land was still a barren, deathly color.
"Boom!" The cannonball flew over.
Wang Shitong ran in the crowd, and the cannonball pushed him high into the sky …
So hungry …
…
Far away, the figure of the woman merged into the escort team and embarked on the journey to the south.
He didn't know if she would even look at the north on 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, I hope you can find her a husband …"
"… I hope she can live in a place that will never experience war, I hope her husband can love her, I hope she will have many children and grandchildren, I hope that when she is old, her children and grandchildren will be filial to her, I hope she will always have a smile on her face …"
"… I hope she will forget me, I hope she will never … never remember the past, this nightmare …"
"… I hope she will …"
… move towards happiness.
…
Somewhere, there were tears and smiles intertwining.
His body flew up into the sky …
Tianyou was born in the spring of 33 years ago. The child was born in a rich family to the west of Zhending. The child's parents believed in Buddhism, and they were kind people praised by the people in the surrounding area, but they gave up this child in their old age. When Tianyou was six years old, his parents took him to the temple to play. He sat at the feet of Manjushri and refused to leave. The abbot of the temple said that he was fated with Buddhism, and that he was the descendant of the green lion of Manjushri. His family name was Wang, so he was named Wang Shitong.
Buddha was merciful, and Manjushri was the symbol of wisdom. Wang Shitong was intelligent from a young age, and he became a scholar at the age of 17, and a Juren at the age of 20. Although his parents passed away early, his family was well-off, and he had a virtuous wife who gave birth to an equally intelligent son.
In the 13th year of Jinghan, the Jurchen went south, and the 21-year-old Wang Shitong led the villagers to retreat into the mountains to avoid the disaster of war. After the Jurchen withdrew, although their houses were destroyed, none of the sheltered people died. Wang Shitong took out his family's savings and lent it to the farmers to restore their livelihood.
However, in the following years, natural and man-made disasters finally came one after another. His young and weak child died in the plague caused by the war, and his wife was unable to recover. Wang Shitong took care of his wife, and took care of the villagers. When the natural disaster came, he no longer collected rent, and even gave away all his wealth for the sake of the refugees in the surrounding area. His kind wife finally passed away not long after, accompanied by sadness. Before she died, she said, "I've lived a happy life with you by my side, but it's a pity that you're the only one left now …"
Wang Shitong buried his wife, and led the refugees to the south.
"As long as I'm here … I won't leave you alone …"
He made a promise to them …
…
In the 10th year of Wu Jianshuo, February.
Wang Shitong flew high up in the sky …
Before this, he had spent his entire life struggling …
…
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