Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

A severed arm was abandoned in the snow.

One end of a rope is tied to a pole, and the other end is tied to a big tree.

Eight bodies hung from it.

Some were still bleeding, and some were already smelling bad.

Behind each body was a sign with their name on it.

Crows circled in the sky, pecking at the corpses.

A Xianbei warrior is leaning on a sword.

Drinking wine and holding a roast chicken in his hand.

Wearing a large plush-lined robe and a leather hat.

The Xianbei warrior gnawed on the roasted chicken and swallowed the chicken and some fine bones together.

It's almost ugly time, no one dares to come tonight.

These people of the Tang Dynasty were fierce on the outside and weak on the inside, and the rulers of the court were weak and their ministers were rebellious.

The great world will belong to them sooner or later.

The Xianbei warrior devoured the roast chicken and wiped his oil-stained hands on his robe.

Then he picked up the knife and put it on his shoulder.

I'm going to go to someone's house to find a woman to play with.

"It's four o'clock in the ugly time, it's freezing cold

The big ghosts and the little ghosts are sitting in a row, everything is fine! ! "

The watchman's voice sounded.

The Xianbei warrior walked to the entrance of an alley and walked halfway.

I saw a figure head-on.

Dark clouds cover the moon, making it difficult to see its appearance.

The Xianbei warrior twitched the corner of his mouth and held his hand on the handle of the knife.

He didn't know if this person was waiting for own here on purpose.

Anyway, if you meet the Tang people, just chop them off.

It just so happens that tonight, the knife is not stained with blood yet.

However, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Hello!"

"Woman, take me to find...if you don't die..."

The Xianbei warriors expressed their demands in Tang dialect, which was not very proficient.

Li Changshou stood there, his eyes slightly condensed.

There was no movement, just a slight shrug of the shoulders.

A Rakshasa facial makeup with a green face and fangs appeared on his face.

Like an evil ghost seeking life, it makes people tremble with fear.

However, because of the darkness, the Xianbei warriors did not notice this change.

Still chanting: "Woman! Take me to find her."

What responded to him was a figure rushing towards him.

The black coir raincoat shook, and a sharp long knife was drawn out like lightning.

It's like cutting through the wind and snow.

The Xianbei warrior's expression changed and he drew his long sword.

The snow-white sword light instantly illuminated Li Changshou's eyes.

There was no cruel and bloody look in his eyes, but instead he was unusually calm.

Powerful intuition, told Xianbei Practitioner.

This man is by no means a mediocre person.

A butcher who focuses on killing people often has a strong sense of judgment about another butcher.

Li Changshou's feet staggered several steps in the snow.

The rush turned into a slide, and the knee bent.

With a twist of his wrist, the blade of the sword touched the opponent's neck like lightning.

The Xianbei warriors were not given any chance to react.

There was a "puff" sound.

Blood splattered onto the snow.

The Xianbei warrior's sword fell to the ground and he covered his neck.

A lot of blood came out.

The Xianbei warrior staggered and fell to the ground before taking two steps.

Li Changshou stepped on his chest, lowered his head and spat.

“The dog’s dick pissed!!”

"I really think there is no one in Weicheng, so you are so arrogant."

The Xianbei warrior stared at Li Changshou's face and reluctantly breathed his last.

...........

After a while.

Li Changshou carried the head of the Xianbei warrior and swaggered to Lao Song's house.

The Rakshasa mask on the face has disappeared.

When walking to the door.

He placed the head wrapped in rags behind the water tank.

Then, he walked in as if nothing had happened.

"Fuck! Why don't you go to the latrine to poop? Your butt is not cold!"

Seeing him come back, someone said.

Li Changshou smiled: "I can't hold it in any longer."

Several people gathered around, and a steaming hot pot was placed in the middle.

There are red and white mutton rolls rolled inside, as well as chewy noodles.

It costs a lot to have such a meal for so many people.

Especially in these turbulent years.

But the old Song family was well off, and the wolf could be sold for a real good price today.

It was a generous moment.

A few people were chatting while eating, drinking wine and eating mutton.

The wind and snow were raging outside, and the heat was billowing inside the house, which was extremely comfortable.

The topic of conversation was nothing more than the Xianbei people who had become increasingly aggressive recently.

"Is it true that no one from Xianbei can cure him? Thinking about it makes me angry."

"I heard that Qian'er harmed a girl again."

"It's really not a damn thing..."

Masan drank too much.

He said that he would have been injured if he had not been hit by a carriage while trying to save a little girl ten years ago.

He had already taken a knife and chopped down the Xianbei warrior.

Li Changshou rarely spoke and ate alone.

When the wine was finished, not even a drop of soup was left at the bottom of the pot.

Only then did several people prepare to leave.

"Okay, don't give it away."

Li Changshou was the last to leave, helping Lao Song Dage clean up the dishes.

Lao Song smashed his mouth and leaned against the bed.

"Longevity, go back. Just let your sister-in-law clean up the dishes and chopsticks tomorrow morning."

"It's okay to go back. I'll just help clean up."

"You're a boy... you're young, you're fastidious... you're fastidious in what you do, and you can achieve great things..."

Lao Song spoke intermittently.

Li Changshou washed the dishes and chopsticks.

I wiped the table again and swept the floor.

I glanced at Lao Song, who was already asleep on the bed.

Then he put on his cloak and hat and walked out.

He walked to the water tank outside and picked up the rag covering his head.

Walking on the snow, we walked back.

.......

"In the first watch, jump over the flower wall

Sir, please don’t panic, stand under the eaves and look carefully..."

Masan hummed a little tune and walked back drunkenly.

"Crunch, crunch~"

The boots made a sound in the snow.

Ma San put his hands in his sleeves and walked into an alley.

Um?

He stepped on something and almost fell.

Look down.

At this time, the body was covered with a layer of snow.

But it wasn't completely submerged, and you could tell something was wrong at a glance.

The smell of blood still lingers in the air.

Ma San's eyes narrowed until he saw clearly a headless corpse on the ground.

Suddenly his body froze, and a gust of cool breeze hit him.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back.

In an instant, the drunkenness dissipated.

In the deserted street, Li Changshou walked quickly towards his home.

"ah!!"

In the darkness, a person's cry came.

It's Masan.

Li Changshou had no reaction.

He just turned his head and glanced, then continued walking with his head down.

When I got home, I put my head casually in the corner.

Take off your cloak and hat.

There was still some warmth left in the house.

Li Changshou put his hands, which were stiff from the cold, on the quilt.

"Yaowa."

In the darkness, the old man's voice came.

Li Changshou: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"What about the Xianbei beasts?"

"Where's the outhouse."

The old man stopped talking and slept peacefully.

Li Changshou took off his clothes and got into bed.

He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

The cold wind howled, making the doors and windows rattle.

The head of the Xianbei warrior in the outer room was quietly placed there together with the fire stick.