Chapter 008: Nightmare
Like a questioning tone in Peking opera, the blade pointed directly at Zhu Mingzhong
Isn't it still using the palm, but rather the scabbard of the sword? Is it really necessary to be this ruthless in action?
And whether to shave or not
Kill the Tartars
The excruciating pain in his cheek nearly brought Zhu Mingzhong to tears
When the blood had not yet reached his knees, he saw a corpse drifting in with the blood, the face of a youth in his prime. Those eyes, once filled with childlike innocence, were fixed intently on Zhu Mingzhong, staring directly at him, as if demanding an answer, as if questioning him on what choice he should make
It is blood
Why inquire about luck, when the sun will shine in its own time
When it was his turn, he had no good plan to offer, and not only was he labeled a spy, but he also had his face swollen from being struck with a scabbard...! ... Slap him!
The vastness of the stench stretches for miles, where have the heroic spirits of the ages gone, and when will the grandeur be communicated
It seemed that all sounds in the world had vanished, as Zhu Mingzhong stared at the knife, a drop of blood falling from its tip into the sea of blood at his knees
No ... ... No !
In the next moment, the earth trembled, and from that expanse of red, waves of cavalry on horseback surged forth. The riders on horseback howled as they drew their bows, releasing arrows in a flurry. After a rain of arrows, those in tattered clothing fell, yet the people behind continued to advance relentlessly. The arrows could not halt the march of the crowd.
Damn it ... ... it hurts so much
With the faint light coming through the hatch, he could vaguely make out his surroundings—the ship's hold, a prison, where he awaited the moment when someone would take his head.
But that dream was so real
It seems that everything in the world has been dyed red; amidst this sea of crimson, the earth trembles, resonating with the sound of countless hooves galloping, accompanied by the wild laughter and the desperate roars of the people.
Tick tock
Suddenly, Zhu Mingzhong sat up, his hands tightly feeling his own neck
As the voice fell, Zhu Mingzhong saw it, saw the blade raised, cutting through a streak of red light in the crimson, swinging towards his head.
Zhu Mingzhong opened his mouth, wanting to stop these youths, to prevent these children, but he found that he could not shout at all. The children dressed in Confucian robes moved forward, and at that moment, in the crimson sky and earth, apart from the sound of hooves, there were only the tender voices of the youths.
Ah ... ...
After a moment of confusion, he finally realized that the crimson hue was merely a dream
At that moment, a red rider leaped out from the vibrant crimson ink wash, the person on the horse drenched in blood red, making it impossible to discern their face. All that was visible was the blade of their sword pointing forward, followed by a roar.
In the midst, there should be a half-hearted shameful minister and soldier
Damn it, novels are all lies... Oh dear
The earth is also red
Why inquire about luck, when the sun will shine in its own time
A simple sentence yet it resonates through the heavens and the earth like thunder
The head is still on!
What happened
Suddenly, at that moment, a tremendous sound echoed in his ear, a roar that resembled a torrent, almost filled with despair
At this moment, Zhu Mingzhong could not even bear to meet the questioning gaze in those eyes, let alone confront the tragic scene before him
More importantly, the intense pain coming from the swollen cheek made Zhu Mingzhong instantly realize his situation; indeed, he had been thrown into prison.
The sound of hooves echoed once more. Raising his head, Zhu Mingzhong saw a red horse, on its back was a cavalryman clad in red armor, red clothing, and a red mask. Even the eyes were red, and the knife in his hand was also red. A proud smile adorned his face. Suddenly, as if he had noticed Zhu Mingzhong, he pointed the knife forward, his red eyes fixed on Zhu Mingzhong. In that instant, Zhu Mingzhong did not even dare to meet his gaze.
Screaming a roar that only he could hear, Zhu Mingzhong tried to block everything out, but he realized he could not stop it at all. Finally, the sound ceased, and he, with tears streaming down his face, saw a stream of liquid flowing to his feet amidst the blood-red surroundings. The water was red and somewhat viscous
The capital of Yao, the land of Shun, the domain of Yu
The tender voice responded with a single sentence, at that moment the knife in the hands of the red rider slashed through the air towards the boy, a stream of blood sprayed from the boy's neck, and more red horses and red riders surged forth in a crimson tide, the indomitable boy was instantly engulfed in that sea of red.
This is unfortunate
In that deafening roar, he saw ragged individuals waving their knives and long guns, rushing past him and charging forward. Their expressions were filled with despair, and their eyes were glistening with tears
What happened
Fire is red
At this moment
The water, like the sea, was rising slowly, the red water resembling a tide, shimmering with an eerie luster, gradually submerging his feet, then his knees; it was at this moment that he caught a strong whiff of the scent of blood
Where is this
Such questions swirled in Zhu Mingzhong's mind. Surrounded by a crimson world, he found himself utterly unable to move. The boundless red, like blood, surged towards him, thick and viscous, blocking his eyes, nose, and mouth, rendering him unable to shout or even breathe. He attempted to escape this world, but the crimson would not let him go, clinging to him tightly, pulling him back, leaving him no chance of escape. The boundless red, like blood, surged towards him, thick and viscous, blocking his eyes, nose, and mouth, rendering him unable to shout or even breathe. He attempted to escape this world, but the crimson would not let him go, clinging to him tightly, pulling him back, leaving him no chance of escape.
Indeed, online novels are all deceptive. They claim that once the aura of dominance dissipates after time travel, renowned ministers and fierce generals will flock to one’s side, and that once a brilliant strategy is proposed, it will be praised and regarded as a distinguished guest by the ancients
Are you all shaving!
In that increasingly blurred crimson, there occasionally emerged reckless laughter and fervent howls, yet those sounds were always overshadowed by the tender voices of children
No, do not go ... ...
As a smile appeared on his face, a sentence escaped from his throat
Blood is red
At last, the two torrents collided, and in the next moment, the originally crimson horizon transformed into a blood-red hue. Within that blood-red expanse, both the people and the riders seemed to undergo a change, becoming indistinct and different, as if a vividly colorful red painting was abstractly displayed there, with that streak of red seemingly fading away.
The sky is also red
It is falling! It is death!
The crisp sound of water droplets clearly reached Zhu Mingzhong's ears. He raised his head and met the gaze of the enemy clad in red armor and wielding a red blade with an unyielding look in his eyes. In that moment, he made a decision
At that moment, Zhu Mingzhong heard a chorus of childish voices beside him. Emerging from the crimson hue were a group of young boys, their hair styled in traditional topknots. In their hands, they bore no weapons, yet their gazes were resolute. They simply recited the poem "On the Water's Edge" as they walked towards the blood-red expanse.
Breathing in the foul and murky air, Zhu Mingzhong could not help but start complaining
The sweat had already soaked through his thin Han clothing, and with his heart racing, he looked around. This place was ... ... gazing at the dimly lit cabin and the thick wooden railing, accompanied by a strong, sour stench ... ...