Chapter Thirty-Three Blood Coagulation Dyeing White Clothes
On the way to the southern border area of Chu State.
Si Yuan took out the money bag he got for free from his arms, opened it and looked at it. In addition to some gold leaves, it also contained a very strange coin.
He took out an ant-nosed coin and observed it carefully.
I can only see that its material is made of a mixture of copper and tin, and the copper quality is relatively high.
The shape of the coin is even more bizarre. It looks as if an oval human head has been split vertically in half, and one half is taken.
Then on the raised side, some strange patterns are carved and imprinted.
Some patterns are like ants crawling on a person's nose, while others are like ferocious faces outlined in simple drawings.
No matter how you look at it, it has a spooky and ominous charm.
"The coins of Chu State... look so strange."
After looking over and over, Si Yuan put away the Chu coins.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
"As expected of the Chu State where witch and ghost culture is prevalent, even the appearance of this coin is so ethereal."
"These gold leaves still look pleasing to the eye."
"That purple-haired girl whose name I don't know who was prostituted for free is such a good person!"
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When you can see the border of Chu State.
Si Yuan began to consciously adjust his facial expression and eyes to make himself look a little gloomy and cold. He held the horse's reins with his left hand and the hilt of the Hell-Eating Sword with his right hand.
Place the ferocious, slender and broad red sword blade horizontally on the horse in front of you.
besides.
He slightly controlled the Hell-Eating Sword, causing its scarlet-blooded blade to exude a ferocious aura.
He was so frightened that the horse beneath him snorted.
"These soldiers like to bully the weak and fear the strong."
"If I behave enough to intimidate people, they will be afraid and will not dare to offend or entangle easily. Because the sword in the hands of the swordsman generally will not reason with them."
"It will only cut off their heads at the neck."
Riding on the back of a tall horse.
Even though he was far away, Si Yuan could clearly see that the caravans traveling between Chu and Baiyue were being demanded by the guards one by one for their benefits.
Even some ordinary pedestrians will squeeze out every trace of oil and water if they pass by.
But facing those swordsmen who walk with swords.
The gatekeepers only collected a token toll and that was it. It seemed that they were afraid that if they sought benefits from these swordsmen, the bad-tempered swordsmen would casually wipe their necks with their swords.
"It's just human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong."
The corners of Si Yuan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a slightly sinister smile.
The crystal red blade of the Hell-Eating Sword in his hand, under the sunlight, looked as if it had been soaked through with endless blood and could not be washed away.
There is still a vague smell of blood lingering on the blade.
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On a wide dirt road.
Those caravans and pedestrians handed over the benefits one by one to pass the customs, passed through the long checkpoint corridor, and entered the territory of Chu State.
After a while, Si Yuan approached on horseback.
His people are not yet near.
The ferocious sword blade, which was as red as blood, already had a vague smell of blood wafting out, and a faint aura of ferociousness, which made the guards guarding the gates instinctively feel numb.
It was as if a ferocious beast that had just eaten was walking closer.
The greed in the hearts of the guards quickly disappeared under the influence of the Hell-Eating Sword's ferocious aura, and they subconsciously clenched the weapon in their hands.
The Chu swordsman costumes worn by the other party also prevented them from acting rashly.
"Snapped……!"
An ant-nosed coin from the state of Chu was thrown diagonally, from the back of a white horse to the side of the gatekeeper.
Si Yuan casually threw out a toll without squinting.
He completely ignored the arrogance of the guards and just rode a fine white horse into the corridor of the border gate leisurely.
Following the caravan in front, they gradually walked towards the territory of Chu State.
Never once looked back.
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Wait until the Chu swordsman with an unkind appearance and fierce aura walks away.
The guards of the Chu State breathed a sigh of relief. One of the guards bent down and picked up the toll of the swordsman of the Chu State.
Take the ant nose money and put it into the toll box next to it.
In the process of putting money in the box with his left hand.
The index finger and middle finger inadvertently glanced at the inside of the money box, skillfully pinching away two gold leaves, and then bent the fingers inward to quickly insert the gold leaf into the hidden compartment on the inside of his left sleeve.
The whole process was smooth and natural.
In the eyes of others, this soldier just took the ant nose money and put it into the money box, and then took it back empty-handed, without even a breath of time difference.
Someone nearby glanced at it casually and didn't pay attention.
The soldier's expression did not change at all, he returned to his original position and continued to collect tolls from everyone coming and going.
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Baiyue Royal City.
The fire burned, the smoke billowed, and the bright day was exaggerated into gloomy darkness.
Cries of death, begging for mercy, angry roars, the sound of weapons hitting and breaking... all kinds of sounds, mixed together, seem to have become the music of this war full of conspiracy.
Despair, fear, sadness, anger….
It fills the hearts of every Baiyue people, but the gap between the two sides is too big, and the desperate resistance is so insignificant.
The smell of blood floating in the air was so strong that it made people sick to smell it.
Never left for a long time.
The Korean commander-in-chief Bai Yifei, who was responsible for leading the troops to fight against the Baiyue Rebellion, was already red-eyed at this moment.
The white clothes, white pants and white boots that were originally as white as snow were already stained red by the blood of members of the Baiyue royal family in the unknowingly crazy massacre.
His clothes were completely stained with blood.
The red and white swords held tightly in his left and right hands can no longer be seen clearly.
All you can see is thick traces of blood.
Corpses were strewn on the ground, and blood flowed into rivers. A large amount of blood gathered and flowed on the streets of Baiyue Royal City, like a spreading flood, easily covering Bai Yifei's ankles.
Kill until the end.
The entire Baiyue Royal City fell into a state of deathly silence.
Members of the royal family, members of the nobility, and civilians of Baiyue... were almost completely slaughtered.
"Unfortunately, this place cannot represent all Baiyue."
On the broken wall of the ruins of the royal city, Bai Yifei, dressed in blood, holds a sword in both hands.
He turned around and looked down.
The huge Baiyue Royal City has become history in the past under his double swords. The numerous corpses will also pass away with the royal city.
Eventually it becomes nourishment for the weeds on this land, allowing the weeds to grow stronger and greener.
"Successful kings and defeated bandits are nothing more than this."