Inky clouds squeezed the sky, obscuring the scarlet eyes of the red moon that had just been overtaken by the sky, and it was so heavy that it seemed to be about to fall, so depressed that it seemed as if the whole world was silent.

The indifferent wind shuttled violently, leaving behind the exclamations of the ronin. The weak little flowers and grasses have already trembled and surrendered to the ground.

A drop of blood slid down the tip of the sword that glowed with cold light.

Blood soaked through Li Guanghang's sleeves, and the plain robe was dyed dark red. Li Guanghang's chest, under the broken cloth, revealed the chain mail that had been cut down and somewhat deformed.

Li Guanghang's half of his face, which was kicked by the horse's hooves, also had a small cut, although it was very short, but it was still dripping with bright red.

More than twenty corpses, like a lotus flower, were scattered together.

Three figures, standing at the stamens.

Everyone is a bright red lotus flower.

Three weapons of different lengths, all of which were crimson.

Li Guanghang felt that in a trance, he returned to Shangganling, where North Korea was full of corpses, and returned to Meng Lianggu, who was bleeding and drifting.

Watching as the last enemy slowly bent his legs, knelt down, and fell down again.

Li Guanghang felt like a Shura, even if it was just a few people.

What is Shura? Shura is the crippled god. He has the power of being similar to God, but he does not know what love is, and in order to seek the love he lacks, he hates all other living beings, and fights against God forever in hatred. Fight in search of love, lost in search of love. Perpetuate in pain and helplessness until eternal life. The existence of Shura is solitude. So, what is loneliness? The taste of loneliness is the taste of listening to one's own heartbeat in the endless dark night, hitting the void soul at once, and the slightest sound begins to fall before it has time to make a small sound. The feeling of loneliness is that when the soul is cut by loneliness, I try my best to cover the wound, but the blood still oozes out of the body little by little, the heart is numb little by little, and I feel lonely for a while, a little bit cool, and then a feeling of despair. I don't know why I exist, but I can't feel the breath of life. Run in a hell of eternal darkness without finding an exit.

I came into this world by myself, even though I should have been tormented by loneliness in that normal world.

I came here, I have a father, a mother, a sister, and an untempered body.

But Li Guanghang felt that he had become lonely for a moment.

He alone knows the joy of rebirth, only he knows the great motherland in the future, only he knows what the truth needs in this world, only he knows how the long river of history flows, and only he knows that he alone has the ability to change the world.

He is now Li Guanghang and Zhang Yikui.

"Young master, you got what you wanted."

"Hmm."

Lao He walked up to Li Guanghang and handed Li Guanghang a brocade bag, which was the brocade bag left by Li Xuan before. The exquisite Suzhou embroidery shows the extraordinaryness of his previous master.

Li Xuan's father and son ran very fast, and when Lao He walked to the backyard of the farmhouse, there was only a lone wooden stake left, which was marked by a rope, proving that horses were once tied here.

Bang.

A broken tile that had been placed in the farmhouse had been moved.

"Who is it?"

Li Guanghang once again vigilantly grasped the long sword in his hand, although the tiger's mouth was faintly painful, it did not affect Li Guanghang's instinctive reaction in the slightest.

Li Ling also picked up the three-eyed gun that was stained with more than just internal organs, and slowly walked to the house from the side.

Just as Li Ling poked his feet into the house, a pair of bloody hands grabbed Li Ling's ankles.

"Tasi...... Open ...... (助けて means to save me in Japanese.) ）”

A ronin with a face covered in blood, covering his abdomen with one hand and putting the other hand on Li Ling's feet, with a hint of begging in his eyes.

Take a closer look, this ronin has a beautiful face, and even looks like a Ming man, and his age doesn't seem to be very old.

This ronin is the last ronin to be hit by the lead of the Three-Eyed Gun and not die.

Li Ling sighed, stepped forward, picked up the ronin, and slowly walked towards the official road.

Li Guanghang and Lao He also leaned over and looked at a dying ronin.

"Did you survive?" Li Guanghang frowned and asked Li Ling.

"If you go to the doctor now, there is still a glimmer of hope." Li Ling nodded with some concern.

Medical technology in this era was not high, and thousands of soldiers died every year due to wound infections. First, in the early 17th century, there were no antibiotics available, and with the imperfect wound treatment technology, the chance of infection if hit by lead could be as high as 60 percent.

Li Ling just assumed that he would not be infected, otherwise even if he had a doctor, he would not be able to save his life.

"Good!" Li Guanghang nodded.

"Then take him away first, save people's lives, and win the seventh-level floating slaughter."

This kind of thing can only be said by a person like Zhang Yikui, who has received the core values of socialism. After all, human life is priceless in Li Guanghang's eyes.

Even a second ago, he was still an executioner who killed people without blinking in the eyes of others, but now he has become a person who plays a bodhisattva in the troubled times of careless human life.

Lao He was stunned at first when he heard Li Guanghang's words, and looked at the young ronin who had fainted, and it was not easy to say anything more, so he said hello to Li Guanghang, and carried the ronin and Li Ling into the carriage together.

After cleaning up the bodies of the young ronin and other ronin, Li Guanghang, Li Ling, and Lao He were ready to set off.

Li Ling and Li Guanghang rode a horse led by Lao He and walked in front, and Lao He set up the carriage and followed behind the two tall horses.

The three of them prepared to divide into two routes, with Lao He taking the young ronin to the city to seek medical treatment, while Li Ling and Li Guanghang, father and son, went directly to the Li family compound in the east of the city. The reason why this is so is that, on the one hand, the young ronin's injuries are serious and need to be dealt with in time, and on the other hand, because someone from the Li family's compound came to inform Li Guanghang that there was a visit from a distinguished guest today.

"Lao He, let's go first." Li Ling waved his hand and greeted Lao He.

"Okay, I'll leave this young man to me." Lao He also shook the horsewhip in his hand politely and greeted with a smile.

"By the way, little master, don't forget, you don't need a heavy whip to drive a horse!"

Gradually, the three black dots slowly disappeared on the official road.

The long-awaited rain is now rushing out of the dark clouds.

It didn't take long for the rain to wash the blood off the ground, as if there had been no bloodshed here, and everything was calm again, and the lonely abandoned farmhouse was still holding on to the last wall, watching into the distance.

At some point in the sky, there was only a soft sun left.

……

Suzhou City, Li Family Compound.

"No, I'm going to be reserved." A peerless beauty, with her teeth and red lips, was suppressing her anger.

Suddenly, there was a heart-rending scream that pierced the clouds.

"Li Jining, you bastard, dare to hang Miss Ben."

……

"Hello!"

"What's wrong? Got a cold?" Li Ling looked at Li Guanghang a little strangely.

Li Guanghang shook his head, squinted his eyes at the gradually enlarged Suzhou City in front of him, and touched his nose.