Chapter 2: The Death of the Prime Minister (II)
The young man Zuo Chen was dressed in green clothes and walked slowly on the official road, leading a horse on the left side and pinning a finely crafted sword on the right waist, the sword was three feet long and three was matched by his master before he returned to seclusion, ranking thirty-fifth on the list of weapons in the rivers and lakes. ”
"Help, help...... Save...... Life....... ”
Just when he was standing in place and puzzled, he heard a call for help not far away, his expression flashed, he clenched his sword and searched in the direction of the call for help.
In the grass that was not deep in the woods fell two old men, one in a dark blue robe soaked in blood with a strange and bewitching color, the old man fell to the ground with his back to him and could not see his face clearly, his half-white hair was messily attached to his cheeks.
The scene in front of him inexplicably made Zuo Chen feel familiar, even if he didn't see the old man's face further, he could clearly know that the two people who fell to the ground were not dead, and this thought kept urging him to move forward, and to see the faces of those two people clearly, it seemed that he could see all this, and the emotions that made him inexplicably restless would disappear.
Zuo Chen tensed his nerves and approached the old man step by step, it seemed that he was thinking too much about the surrounding forest that seemed unsafe, and there was nothing wrong with it, just when he put down the floating slaughter in his hand to see the faces of the two old men who fell to the ground, the next moment he found that the surrounding environment had changed, and he was not in the forest he was in before.
The sudden darkness made him habitually squint his narrow and evil Danfeng eyes, his cold face with a detached smile, and he looked more and more ethereal in the moonlight, with an inscrutable hint of brilliance.
Uneasy, a strong uneasiness lingered in his heart, all around him were corpses, stumps, broken legs, and blood stained the earth red, Zuo Chen didn't know why he was at this moment in the Shura Field, which was comparable to the purgatory on earth.
Although he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be two old men waiting for his rescue, but at the moment he was not in the mood to worry about that, something from instinct told him that something was about to disappear from his life, and that kind of anxious mood eroded his anxious heart little by little.
What the hell, what have I forgotten, the thing that is very important to me must find her, I must have time to stop her from leaving again, but even he himself does not know what he is persistently rummaging through the pile of dead people and praying over and over again.
Moving forward imperceptibly approached the end, a quiet hut, a half-hidden door, and the unusually familiar bright red veil.
Zuo Chen stood there like a stiff puppet, watching the familiar scenes flash, the pale and bloodless face of the woman in red, the thin lips that kept opening and closing seemed to be saying something, and finally found that the person who was kneeling on the ground and holding the woman in red and crying bitterly was himself.
"Ho ho ......."
The cold moonlight shone in through the thin window, and the silence of the room flowed, Zuo Chen on the bed was greatly distracted, his pale cheeks were covered with cold sweat, and he was panting and his jade chest rose and fell violently.
I dreamed of what happened at that time again, for more than half a month, since the day he was named prime minister, he repeated this dream over and over again, opening and closing his thin lips and repeating what the words were that were never spoken, he knew it, one hand was on his head and he fell into the memory in a daze, until an abrupt whistle sounded outside the window of the third watch, and he was vigilantly guarded.
The big hand habitually touched the side, but did not catch the accustomed partner Futu, and then he remembered something and showed a wry smile, and then adjusted his breathing rate, so that the people outside the house had the illusion that the people in the house were already asleep.