Chapter 2 first quarter
An ordinary short knife, but it contains an inexplicable majesty and shock, which makes people's heart tremble.
This short two-foot-long frost blade is the prestige and discipline of the entire "big tree hall". Among the 100,000 men in the "Great Tree Hall" who dared to block the knife with their chests and eat charcoal and fire, none of them had the courage to look directly at it.
Because those who died under this dagger include the mafia king who once ruled the streets, the general who ran across the Guanzhong Plain, and the politician who controlled the world; A baby of two months and five days old...
It symbolizes the death force of absolute fairness.
Town hall holy knife - "kill grass".
—That’s two feet short.The distance between life and death is just two feet but never insurmountable.At the moment when the two feet of sharp, cold metal pierced through, cut, and tore the blood and flesh, all spiritual energy poured out of the body from the wound, and all love, hatred, honor, and disgrace evaporated without a trace.
But it is only a dagger after all.
Now there is no need to find a spiritual person who can calculate the good and bad of swords, but he can also predict who will die under the cold blade of "killing grass" next.
In the center of the magnificent, majestic and solemn "Cultivating Root Hall" of the "Big Tree Hall", this naked man is being tightly bound by ropes, kneeling on the bluestone floor carved with ancient patterns.His wrists and neck were bleeding from the rope.Hair and body hair soaked with thick sweat.He gritted his teeth and stared down at the flagstone floor.The loose long hair hides the face.But everyone in "Big Tree Hall" knew who he was.
No one expected such a day to come.
War is a perpetual madness. The battlefield is the territory of wonder. On the battlefield, survival is a miracle. "White Bean" survived. When Baidou opened his eyes at first, but found that what he saw was still a piece of darkness, he was convinced that he was dead. Consciousness gradually came to life.Except for vision, all senses slowly recovered.He felt the heavy pressure on his head and face; his nose was covered with a thick bloody smell; his ears heard sharp mosquito-like buzzing; his limbs were sore like they were full of sharp needles... At this moment he knew: he still survived. It took him a while to sort out his chaotic thoughts before he realized his situation: it was a corpse.The corpse was pressing against his face. so tired.Baidou was unable to lift the corpse of the enemy soldier who was holding him down.He took a deep breath, rolled to the side, and finally got out of the dark and narrow space under the corpse. The morning light pierced his eyes, which had been in darkness for a long time, like a burning red knife.He closed his eyelids tightly, and prostrated himself on the yellow ground. After a long time, Baidou managed to sit up, shaking off the dust from his head and face. He squinted his eyes and stared into the distance.After getting used to the sunshine, Baidou recognized Ge Xiaoge's familiar figure on the vast land and amidst the misty beacon smoke. On the plain where the corpses were piled up, the tall and thin Ge Xiao Ge stood still, how lonely that figure was.He turned his back to Baidou and faced the empty space. His red hair fluttered wildly in the morning wind like flames. He held a broken sword obliquely in his right hand, and his copper armor was covered with brown blood scabs , that looks like a Shura ghost who just climbed up from hell. Baidou smiled. ——Alive, I am alive, and Brother Ge is also alive! Bai Dou opened his chapped lips and called out to Brother Ge—— He lost his voice.Airflow was pinched between the throats by five firm and powerful fingers. The terrified Baidou followed the pale arm pinching his throat.The life-seeker who suddenly appeared was the "corpse" that was pressed on his face just now. Bai Dou stared at the other's protruding gray eyes.The pupils like dead fish carry a terrifying obsession that does not belong to the world. "Come on..." Those leaden gray eyes seemed to say, "Come on...to hell with me..." The skinny fingers squeezed tighter and tighter.The white beans fell into a pool of boiling water. He instinctively stretched out his hands, trying to push away the arm that was holding his life, only to find that he was still holding a broken gun shaft in his stiff right fist. Baidou neatly thrust the broken pole into the enemy soldier's throat.The arm that wanted to pull Baidou into the sea of death suddenly lost its strength and slipped from Baidou's chest. Baidou panted and sat on the ground, staring at the man who had just died in his hands. --why?Why do you still want to... He saw that in the eyes of the deceased who were still open, the violent obsession did not disappear with death, but still remained in the dead pupils. Bai Dou couldn't help wondering: Could it be that this man just... died long ago? —Death... what is death?
From then on, Baidou stepped over the mutilated corpses of the soldiers of the enemy and us on the battlefield again and again, and saw one familiar face after another disappearing from the world forever... The answer gradually appeared in his heart...
War is a perpetual madness. The battlefield is the territory of wonder. On the battlefield, survival is a miracle. "White Bean" survived. When Baidou opened his eyes at first, but found that what he saw was still a piece of darkness, he was convinced that he was dead. Consciousness gradually came to life.Except for vision, all senses slowly recovered.He felt the heavy pressure on his head and face; his nose was covered with a thick bloody smell; his ears heard sharp mosquito-like buzzing; his limbs were sore like they were full of sharp needles... At this moment he knew: he still survived. It took him a while to sort out his chaotic thoughts before he realized his situation: it was a corpse.The corpse was pressing against his face. so tired.Baidou was unable to lift the corpse of the enemy soldier who was holding him down.He took a deep breath, rolled to the side, and finally got out of the dark and narrow space under the corpse. The morning light pierced his eyes, which had been in darkness for a long time, like a burning red knife.He closed his eyelids tightly, and prostrated himself on the yellow ground. After a long time, Baidou managed to sit up, shaking off the dust from his head and face. He squinted his eyes and stared into the distance.After getting used to the sunshine, Baidou recognized Ge Xiaoge's familiar figure on the vast land and amidst the misty beacon smoke. On the plain where the corpses were piled up, the tall and thin Ge Xiao Ge stood still, how lonely that figure was.He turned his back to Baidou and faced the empty space. His red hair fluttered wildly in the morning wind like flames. He held a broken sword obliquely in his right hand, and his copper armor was covered with brown blood scabs , that looks like a Shura ghost who just climbed up from hell. Baidou smiled. ——Alive, I am alive, and Brother Ge is also alive! Bai Dou opened his chapped lips and called out to Brother Ge—— He lost his voice.Airflow was pinched between the throats by five firm and powerful fingers. The terrified Baidou followed the pale arm pinching his throat.The life-seeker who suddenly appeared was the "corpse" that was pressed on his face just now. Bai Dou stared at the other's protruding gray eyes.The pupils like dead fish carry a terrifying obsession that does not belong to the world. "Come on..." Those leaden gray eyes seemed to say, "Come on...to hell with me..." The skinny fingers squeezed tighter and tighter.The white beans fell into a pool of boiling water. He instinctively stretched out his hands, trying to push away the arm that was holding his life, only to find that he was still holding a broken gun shaft in his stiff right fist. Baidou neatly thrust the broken pole into the enemy soldier's throat.The arm that wanted to pull Baidou into the sea of death suddenly lost its strength and slipped from Baidou's chest. Baidou panted and sat on the ground, staring at the man who had just died in his hands. --why?Why do you still want to... He saw that in the eyes of the deceased who were still open, the violent obsession did not disappear with death, but still remained in the dead pupils. Bai Dou couldn't help wondering: Could it be that this man just... died long ago? —Death... what is death?
From then on, Baidou stepped over the mutilated corpses of the soldiers of the enemy and us on the battlefield again and again, and saw one familiar face after another disappearing from the world forever... The answer gradually appeared in his heart...