The group of people walked in front of me. To be precise, they walked into a deep pit.
At this time, the continuous and clear sound of horse hooves sounded behind me.
I followed the sound and saw an armored soldier in a white robe dismounting a brown-red horse and galloping quickly.
In this world, my vision and hearing have become more sensitive than ever before.
The white-robed soldier was dozens of meters away from me, but I could still hear clearly what he said.
"Goug out my eyes and bury them. I don't want them to remember me."
This was said in an understatement, and the white-robed soldier seemed to be talking about a very ordinary thing.
But just this sentence turned the world into a Shura field.
The heavily armored soldiers took out their daggers from their waists one after another. Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, they grabbed one at random and inserted the dagger into it.
Inserting again and again, and finally hooking it out with the tip of the knife, the skillful movements made people shiver down the spine.
For a time, wailing filled the fields and the earth was stained with blood.
Several people who had just had their eyeballs gouged out were rolling around for dear life, but accidentally crushed the eyeballs that had been with them all their lives.
The broken eyeball was thrown into the loess with unwillingness, and the heavy armored soldier spat hard with disgust on his face.
At this moment, I even forgot that they were human beings.
If the slaughterhouse is already the limit that most people can bear, then every second in front of them is a nightmare that will take a lifetime to comfort.
The scattered eyeballs were piled into a small pile, and the eyeless people were kicked into the pit.
And I started to tremble slightly.
Human beings have natural sympathy for their own kind, regardless of race or identity.
I'm not sure if I'm shaking with anger or fear.
I couldn't move, so I could only scream with all my strength, trying to prevent this tragedy from happening.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a face as thick as a date and wearing armor appeared in front of me.
"I'll lend you my eyes, so you can take a good look."
After saying that, he stood side by side with me, watching everything that happened in front of him expressionlessly.
I squinted down and saw bright big characters engraved on the badge on his waist.
"Tianhaihou."
This should be his official name.
Those who can be granted the title of marquis are not minor officials.
I withdrew my gaze and looked at the tragedy in front of me: "You used to be a prince, but the dust has fallen and you shouldn't stay here."
Tian Haihou looked in front of him expressionlessly: "I just want to see it again."
"So, you want me to see it too?"
He nodded calmly: "Over the years, I have watched it with many people, but I am not satisfied with it, so they all stay here to keep me company."
There was obviously a threat in these words, but I didn't know how to satisfy him.
"Do you think I enjoy watching it?"
Tian Haihou clasped his hands behind his back in a dignified manner, and said without any tone in his words: "Every time I look at it, I reopen my scars."
Speaking of which, I have probably guessed it.
"You are unwilling to accept it, so what can you do? You can't go back, and you can't change it."
Tian Haihou did not continue to pester me, but raised his hand and pointed at the woman in red in the distance.
"On my wedding day, the city was destroyed and my home was destroyed. Before I had time to remove her hijab, someone had already picked her eyes."
"My marriage is in vain. It's good to see her here."
Tian Haihou was very calm, as if he was talking about something he didn't want to do.
And this also explains the strangeness before - Ji Canghai put on Xiuhe and had a filial piety cloth hanging on his arm.
In fact, this is Tian Haihou's own way of remembering.
Perhaps for him, this is a romance that lasts until death, but for ordinary people, it is undoubtedly a nightmare.
The last shovel fell down the dirt road, and the faint cry for help was completely buried in the soil along with the loess.
Usually, a cut on the hand would hurt for a long time, and even the eyeballs would be gouged out. How painful would this be?
The soldiers in iron armor raised their weapons high and cheered excitedly like wild animals.
At this point, the picture began to distort, and my eyes were spinning like a kaleidoscope.
I felt my eyes go white, and when I opened them, I was already back in the yard.
In front of me, the blood-red sedan was still there, but I had already come out.
I stared around blankly, my mind was slightly dazed, everything seemed like a dream.
Ji Canghai walked over in a few strides and slapped me with one hand, which scared me.
"Just now, you went in, and a man came out of the sedan."
He frowned slightly and obviously hesitated: "Probably not a human being."
"What does it look like?"
"Tall, red-black face, quite burly."
I immediately recognized the number. This person was the Tian Haihou I saw in that world!
"He asked me to bring you a few words."
"What?"
