I was a beauty blogger in ancient times

Zhao Yiqing woke up with a strong smell of blood.

At this time, the sky was not bright yet, only a faint light.

He touched the quilt next to him, it was still cold, and Mu Di didn't come back all night.

He couldn't help feeling flustered, unable to fall back asleep, got up, put on some clothes and left the camp.

Once outside the camp, the smell of blood became stronger, it seemed that the wind was full of blood scum, which made people feel nauseous.

What was even more weird was that there was almost no one in the entire camp, and no one knew where they had gone.

"Mu Di—!"

"Xiao Lian—!"

"Yuan Sui—!"

"Ji Maocheng——!"

"Huang Huaijian——!"

"Zhou Runjin——!"

Zhao Yiqing shouted again and again, his voice echoed in the empty camp, but the only response to him was a few creepy crows.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit, and Zhao Yiqing's whole body was completely cold.

A more intense smell of blood wafted through the wind, making people want to close their eyes.

However, after the gust of wind passed, Zhao Yiqing seemed to know where the strong unpleasant smell came from.

He walked against the wind, and after a while, he left the camp, and the smell of blood became stronger.

He continued to walk forward for an unknown amount of time, until the sky gradually brightened with only a little bit of hazy light, and it still had a slight blue that belonged to the morning.

At this time, he suddenly heard a noise.

He seemed to have suddenly broken into another world, which was out of tune with him.

It was a scene like a purgatory on earth. People were crying, shouting, kneeling and begging for mercy, tears streaming down their cheeks, letting go of their dignity and figure, begging to live.

But there are also people with numb faces and dull eyes, who seem to have accepted their fate and have no connection with this world.

Some people laughed wildly, cursed and uttered vicious words, and even wanted to be buried with him on this day, but after he cursed, only sadness and unconcealable fear remained.

Everything is in disarray.

Zhao Yiqing felt that he couldn't hear or see clearly, but felt that the whole world was dyed red and white.

A white and tender flesh was thrown into a huge pit, while their heads were in another pit, watching themselves being buried in the purple-red soil.

Their eyes revealed horror, unwillingness and astonishment, and they did not wish to die.

Their eyes, which no longer had any radiance, looked straight at a person, who was dressed in black, like an evil spirit in hell, and like Yama who was demanding his life.

He looked cold, as if expressionless and grinning.

The wind stirred his clothes and tossed his hair, adding a killing intent to his whole body, anyone who saw it would shudder.

Ruthless words flowed from his exceedingly beautiful lips.

"kill!"

As soon as his voice fell, there were sword lights everywhere, and when the sound fell, the human head rolled into the big pit that was already full.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the clothes and the sky red.

The headless, blood-sprayed body was dragged on the ground and dragged into another pit.

There were still many corpses that were bleeding out in the pit, and the blood of these corpses was almost turning the surroundings into a blood-colored swamp.

But even so, the man in black was unmoved, he stood there and watched all this coldly, as if sent by heaven, a god of death without any emotion.

"Mu Di..."

Zhao Yiqing moved his lips, he didn't know whether he had made a sound, he was in a daze.

The killing god in black suddenly turned his head, and the cold ice in his eyes suddenly turned into spring water in March.

But Zhao Yiqing was still cold all over his body.

"What are you... doing?" Zhao Yiqing's voice was trembling with cold, his face was pale, his lips were blue, he was wearing a white undershirt,

The thin robe stood in the wind, like an outsider who had never been integrated into this place.

Mu Di suddenly panicked, he ran to Zhao Yiqing in three steps at a time, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Buran, why did you come here?"

However, Zhao Yiqing did not answer his question, but asked tremblingly, "Are you killing prisoners?"

"Yeah." Mu Di was silent for a while, but still nodded.

"Killed [-]?"

"Correct."

"Not one left?"

"Not one left."

Zhao Yiqing took a step back abruptly, he was unwilling to accept such a thing.

Mu Di reached out to pull him, but Zhao Yiqing sternly shouted, "Don't touch me!"

Zhao Yiqing is a modern person, he has never seen, and never thought he could see such a scene.

He knew how tragic the word massacre was, but when he saw it with his own eyes, how could the word tragic describe such a purgatory on earth?

Mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, corpses scattered across the field, flesh and blood flying... These words are not enough to describe the scene in front of me.

This is not a text without flesh and blood in the book!

This is not a story of ups and downs among the crowd!

This is real, right in front of you, a living person...

How could this be?

How could this be!

But what can he do... He can't stop it, because these people are already dead...

Suddenly, Zhao Yiqing had a desire to retch, he bent down abruptly, coughed, tears came out, but he didn't even spit out a puddle of yellow water.

Mu Di wanted to help him, but he didn't dare to reach out, because suddenly, he saw that his hands seemed to be covered with blood.

He looked at Zhao Yiqing, his eyes were a little at a loss, but he said firmly: "If I don't kill [-] captives and let them go back to Nansang, although there will be benefits in return, they will still come again and again. If I kill them With [-] soldiers, if his national strength is cut off, he can only cultivate his life and rest, and he will not dare to disturb my Daxuan border for decades, so I did the right thing."

"How can you do it..." Zhao Yiqing's voice was light and light, as if it was about to disappear in the wind.

"Because I am Daxuan's general." Mu Di replied forcefully.

"Then have you ever thought about what will be written about you in the history books a hundred years later? Said you are cruel and ruthless, said you are addicted to killing? Have you ever thought about what to do if Nan Sang is angry and sends someone to assassinate you? To the end Have you ever thought that after this, the emperor will be more afraid of you, and the common people will avoid you!"

"It's okay." Mu Di smiled lightly, as gentle as a green willow in February, and said, "As long as you don't avoid me."

After that, he stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Yiqing, but Zhao Yiqing beat his hand aside.

"Do not touch me!"

Mu Di couldn't laugh anymore, his face was even paler than Zhao Yiqing in an instant, and he said softly, "No dye, I'm dizzy."

But Zhao Yiqing didn't believe it anymore, and said coldly: "Don't pretend anymore, we will make up when we go back."

Mu Di didn't answer him, but said again, "I'm dizzy."

Zhao Yiqing ignored him, turned around and was about to leave, but Mu Di stepped forward and firmly held Zhao Yiqing's hand.

Zhao Yiqing was about to throw him away, but saw Mu Di's mountain-like body hitting him straight, and fell to the ground.

But Zhao Yiqing couldn't even connect him.

The sun has risen.

It's just that there is no light in anyone's heart.