"Yuan'er——"
On the top of the city, Yang Zhen's heart-rending shouts had long been submerged in the shadow of swords and blood, and could not be heard at all.
Tan Zi fainted, and the minister who was following him gave orders on his behalf:
"Kill the assassin, my king is in danger! If we don't attack now, when will we wait? Kill him!"
The iron hoof moved restlessly, and with one hoof, it crushed the last fragment of the word "free" deep into the blood-black dirt.
"Summon General! Let's fight!"
Yang Zhen's soldiers had all fastened their belts, adjusted their helmets, and geared up. They were ready to rush out of the city and fight to the death with the swarming officers and soldiers!
"rush!"
Yang Zhen issued the last order in his life, took the lead to get off the city wall, mounted his white horse, held a long sword in his hand and a short sword on his waist, and rushed out first.
What came to my face was either the cold tip of the knife or the spurting blood. The bones and flesh seemed to have turned into scattered plum blossoms, either white or red, pouring out at will...
In front of Yang Zhen's eyes, there was a trance, numbness, and conditioned reflexes. All that was left was constant pounding and slashing. Even the horse under his crotch had its front legs cut off at some point. He fell down suddenly, and his face was suddenly hit by a large "brick". He didn't know how to dodge, so he just faced it...
The blood in his eyes has dyed his vision red; his nose is also filled with sticky fluid.
Turning around again, he looked up and saw the sky, which was full of dense "bamboo". These bamboos all fell towards him and pierced into his body. He heard the sound of "puff, puff", just like his spear, I once penetrated the body of a wild boar, the same sound, but I didn't feel any pain...
Why is the bamboo forest red today?
Is it the sunset?
It must be the sunset that dyes this bamboo forest red!
…
"Si'er!"
"沟儿"
"Lord Shoyu!"
"Leftover beans"
"Summon the General"
"Uncle of Peace"
"Husband!"
From Cong A Niang, Yang Liu'er, Wang Dan, Hun Xi, Wang Chang, Zhi Yu, Tan Zi, Lu Yuan Nu... their faces flashed one by one in the bloody sky surrounded by the bamboo forest. , calling his name.
"Okay, I'll take you away! Don't be afraid!"
Finally, in the center of the bamboo forest, Yang Guan's square face appeared. He was dressed in white and stretched out his hand to him...
"I am coming!"
Yang Zhen stretched out his hand with difficulty, reaching towards the white-clothed Yangguan in the bloody bamboo forest...
"The thief is dead! The thief is dead! The thief is dead!"
The officers and soldiers who came up from all around rushed to take out their swords and cut up the sheep's cup that was "pricked" like a hedgehog. Everyone grabbed a piece so that they could take it to collect rewards. Soon, the place where the sheep's cup fell was , only a pool of blood was left, outlining the final outline of his broken body.
"What are they doing?"
Yang Zhen, who was lifted to the clouds above the bamboo forest by Yang Guan, was no longer trapped by any heavy body. He stared at the looting, blood and chaos below, and asked Yang Guan in confusion.
"Ah! They are eating!"
Yang Guan replied with a smile.
"Really? How can they eat with knives and guns?"
Yang Zhen asked.
"Yes! Just use swords and guns. Use swords and guns first, and there will be endless food later."
Yang Guan drew out his sword, pointed downwards with the tip of the sword, and said:
"You are their food!"
"I?"
Yang Zhen looked confused.
"Your body in this life is Yang Zhen. Do you still remember what your father often said?"
Yang Guan looked at Yang Zhen and asked.
"My dad? He always likes to say: 'As long as you eat well, you will be in a good mood; when you are in a good mood...'
When he said this, Yang Guan held his sword with a sword flower and stood it upright behind his back. The shining blade of the sword exposed on his shoulder just reflected a face, which caught Yang Zhen's eyes:
"I...I am...I am Wang——Li?"
These words, coupled with this new face, finally brought back Wang Li's memory.
"Yes, you are the time master Wu De. This face is the one you had when you were the 'King' in the next life. Do you remember it?"
As Yang Guan said this, his own face also changed.
"Are you? Ah Quan?!"
"Haha, do you miss Ah Quan? Look again."
Yang Guan continues to "change his face".
"Are you? Zhang Jinfan?"
"Haha, yes! No, in fact, senior brother has always asked me not to imitate him. I didn't expect that you, kid, would live in a daze until your death. I will always handle such important moments. Okay! You He recognizes me."
After saying this, Yang Guan continued to change his face...
"You are! Dumu!"
When this pale, bloodless face that belongs to Dumu, paired with a suit of black clothes that suddenly turns dark, appears in broad daylight, it still makes people feel completely "cold".
"Well! In our game in this life, I cooperated well, right? Can I get full marks?"
"But just now, it was obviously Yangguan, and he came to pick me up..."
Wuchu was still in shock, wondering whether he was Wang Li or Yang Zhen. The overlapping of identities made him confused.
"Yes, it is because of your 'confusion' that we, all of us, are becoming 'confused' with your 'confusion'. Do you know? You have deformed the timeline! The space here is according to the People in different times and periods enjoy and use it. However, if you mess up, when these two timelines intersect, 'Wang Li' will overlap with 'Yang Zhen'; and I, 'Zhang Jinfan', will also It overlaps with 'Dumu'. Although I said, don't be so stubborn! You only have time to go in one direction, but you are too obedient! It's messed up, it's messed up, look, Isn’t it painful to be trapped in this life?”
Du Mu's words made the time master "Wu Chu" stay in a daze for a while, and then he slowly said:
"You mean, originally, I was a 'time master' with no way out; originally, I should have made the 'timeline' strictly follow the one-way rule of 'can only move forward, not backward'; but because of you, At the suggestion of the Evil Dao Master Dumu, I confusedly messed up the timeline, folded it, or twisted it, no matter what, it just disrupted the law of 'time', which led to the 'time' in each time. Your and my projections - bodies, are 'seamlessly connected', 'overlapping' and intertwined with each other, is that right?"
"Well! You have a good brain now! Haha, I have to tell the master the good news!"
Dumu laughed and nodded.
"Your master? Is it Xin Wu?"
"Yes, Taoist Master! He sent Brother Yangguan and I to the 'Scavenging Country', and we have been dealing with junk. Fortunately for you! It was your 'timeline' chaos that made me come here , help you overcome the tribulation and ascend as soon as possible, and restore your original state! Shouldn't you thank me?
Dumu laughed even louder.
"Taoist Master Xin Wu? He taught you? Then the responsibility must be placed on him? In the end?"
Wuchu didn't understand.
"Alas! You can't say that. Bishop Tao is right; maybe another master gave me some advice and gave me a new idea!"
Dumu rolled his one eye, which was white and black, and patted his head, looking like he was working hard and sincerely.
"Another master? Who is it?"
