His hands were shaking.
His legs were trembling.
His body was trembling.
Memories were very cunning souls.
After a long time, the memories would be forgotten — but not really forgotten. They would just hide in the corner of the body, quietly waiting for an opportunity to resurface in your mind.
No matter if it was good or bad, it was the same.
There was only one difference — bad memories were called nightmares.
Now, nightmares once again enveloped Sun Lang.
Memories of killing.
In an instant, the Black Armored Troops were buried underground and merged with the earth.
Sun Lang looked at his hands. His hands were trembling.
His body was also trembling. He recalled the memories of killing that he did not want to recall. His body also recalled this memory. Because the body and muscles also had memories.
Two years ago, he had crawled out of the Great Desolate Mountain.
It was not because he was seriously injured, nor was it because he was exhausted.
— It was because he had forgotten how to walk.
The muscle memory of the body about walking normally had been filled with another kind of memory. In the short span of a few dozen breaths, it was enough for a small child to run a short distance. However, he only left crisscrossing sword auras on the ground and a dozen footprints that were several meters wide.
Later, he simply fell to the ground. Then, gently and forcefully, he used his hands and feet to crawl on the ground.
Just like a child.
Then, he tried to stand up, fell, and tried again. He stumbled, swayed, and hobbled to learn how to walk.
Just like a child.
The only survivor, the victor of the war, the hero who ended everything, under the silent gaze of the sky, the earth, and the countless dead, walked little by little through the battlefield filled with iron and blood, killing and destruction, sorrow and ending, and left the place where everything ended.
Just like the first time he left his mother's womb, he hobbled to walk upright. Gradually, he steadied his body, his posture became lighter, and his movements became more coordinated.
— Finally, he raised his head and looked at the sky, letting the first ray of sunlight shine on his face.
And so, his war ended.
This was something that happened two years ago. That curse-like memory was actually far from gone. It was just hidden in his body, smiling maliciously and quietly watching him. It watched him think that he had abandoned the past, watched him live freely until today.
Today, his body recalled the memories of killing people. He tore the enemy apart, beheaded the enemy, chopped the enemy into pieces, and dismembered the enemy. Since human beings began to attack each other until now, all the killing techniques and combat arts that were born had been firmly remembered by this body, and would never be forgotten.
Sun Lang closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his surroundings seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the Loyalty Tower.
Qin Hui was originally in the Loyalty Tower, half-protected and half-monitored by Hu Shouxin. This guy was able to lead the Black Armored Army to the Marquis of Jingan fu, so Old Hu must have been transferred away. There were only two reasons to transfer Old Hu away. First, he discovered that the Marquis of Jingan fu was under threat. Second, he discovered that his wife and daughter were under threat.
Hu Shouxin's wife and daughter were secretly taken care of by him. It was Liang Bufan who found out their location and then secretly told Qin Hui. With Hu Shouxin's personality, if his wife and daughter were under threat, the thunderbolt bowstring would have already sounded in an earth-shattering manner. And he would definitely ask me for help at the first moment … … he did not use the thunderbolt bow to inform me, so he must have come to the Marquis of Jingan fu.
— — Hmph, he must have felt that using the thunderbolt bow to inform me was meaningless. He was also afraid that I would get the news and kill all the enemies that came knocking on his door. Looking at it now, he had dug a hole for himself.
Really … … serves him right!
Sun Lang laughed coldly … … Old Hu, you were always wishful thinking, always worrying for others, always thinking that you were doing it for the good of others, but now?
Now?
The location of Zhong Yi Tower and Marquis Jingan fu flashed in his mind. The path between the two was also connected. Old Hu definitely would not deliberately take a long detour, so if he searched along a straight line from the marquis fu to Zhong Yi Tower, it should not be hard to find the results … …
So, he would first kill all those Black Armored Troops, then go to the capital to cause a ruckus!
Cause a ruckus that would cause the heavens to fall and the earth to rend, cause a storm to be tossed about, cause the country to be in turmoil, and cause the world to be in chaos.
— — You all want the world to be at peace, you all want the world to be at peace, you all want the weather to be smooth, you all want the weapons to not rise, but all of this depends on whether I agree or not!
This war was ended by me, and only I know how to make it … … burn again!
Just at this moment.
A sparkling firework soared into the sky in the distance. In the dark night sky, it was clearly visible, shooting straight up into the sky.
Sun Lang turned around to look, his expression indifferent.
This was the Cloud Piercing Arrow. He had given it to Zhang Yinluo.
Previously, he had tampered with the Jinghong Sword a bit, so it could sense that Zhang Yinluo was continuously approaching, and the Jinghong Sword did not have any abnormal fluctuations, so she did not fall into a bitter battle.
In other words, she was calling out to me … …
But … … what was the point?
He turned around and prepared to continue forward. Then, he suddenly heard an explosion. He only felt that there was a bright light behind him, and the flames in the sky burned brightly. That small firework suddenly exploded, releasing a lightning-like radiance. Almost the entire city could see it. In the sky, the firework exploded, and the burning flames formed a line of large words, suspended in the air by a mysterious force. The entire Ming Zhou could see it clearly.
Zhang Yinluo, who had released the Cloud Piercing Arrow in the sky, was also frightened by this kind of power — — that was just a small signal flare, how could it have such great power?
When she raised her head to look at the sky, she almost lost her grip on the handlebars and almost flipped the carriage. Even though the situation was critical, after she thought it through, her face still turned red and she roared like a lioness from Hedong: "Sun Lang!"
In the sky, a line of large words could be seen.
"Zhang Yinluo loves Sun Lang more than anyone else."
In the Zhang Mansion, Mr. Zhang was still accompanying his father upstairs to enjoy the wind. When he saw the large words in Ming Zhou, he almost fainted and roared, "I'm going to kill that little bastard … …"
Before he could finish cursing, a cold light flashed in his grandfather's eyes, and he elbowed his son's lower abdomen, causing Mr. Zhang's eyes to bulge and his mouth to open wide. He looked at his father with grief and indignation, and although he was angry, he did not dare to say anything. He could only complain with his eyes, "Father, why?"
Yinluo's grandfather stroked his beard and said indifferently, "The wind is strong, be careful not to sprain your tongue."
Sun Lang was just about to leave when his attention was attracted by the line of words. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled faintly — he had almost forgotten about this matter.
When he first gave Yinluo the Cloud Piercing Arrow, she took out the gunpowder and made a directional explosive biochemical mine. After that, she had used it up, so she asked him to replenish it. At that time, Sun Lang had already begun to enjoy the feeling of teasing Zhang Yinluo, and he immediately had a bad idea — he used a bit of the Imperial Army's power to make a special Cloud Piercing Arrow, waiting for it to have a special effect at a special time.
However, he did not have the opportunity to do so. Sun Lang had experienced the incident with Ping Yidao and Lu Zhen, and after returning, he was busy with the matter of the imperial envoy, so he gradually forgot about this matter. He did not expect it to happen tonight … …
He looked at the large line of words in the sky, and unconsciously, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He wondered how angry she would be when she saw this line of words and discovered that there was such a mechanism hidden in the signal flare.
What kind of expression would she have?
She would certainly fly into a rage and roar angrily. That angry and hopping appearance would certainly be very cute and interesting … …
For a moment, he sank into reminiscence.
Come to think of it, in the past two years, his footprints had covered more than half of the world. He could jump through the canopy of the boundless forest, run thousands of miles in a single breath across the boundless plains, sit on the back of a wild horse and follow the herd aimlessly. Just like that, he passed through the hinterland of the Fire Country.
He could follow a group of dolphins and swim across the vast ocean. Using a nautical map, he swam all the way to the Great Western Continent and the Thousand Island United States. While he was at it, he could admire the stunned expressions of the people passing by on the ships as if they had seen a ghost — the romance of crossing the universe physically was something that these foreign devils would definitely not understand.
In the capital of the Country of Acute Metal, which was full of fog and steel, he would find some big sisters who were alone and engaged in special work on the streets at midnight. He used their battle-hardened bodies to experiment on how to control the Great Health Force, and left behind an urban legend that became stranger and stranger as it spread. It was clearly just poking and touching with a finger, and it had never killed anyone, and it was said that he had paid for every time.
He also once stayed in a circus in the Country of Green Wood, and successfully spread the idea that "stacking people is an art" to this simple and funny country.
Although the experience in the past two years was free and beautiful, and even made him forget the pain of the past for a short time, when he thought about it carefully, it was indeed during this period in Mingzhou that he laughed the happiest … …
Unconsciously, he took out a cloud-piercing arrow from his bosom. Sun Lang looked at the firework in his hand, smiled, and ignited it. He raised his hand and let it rush into the dark night sky.
With a bang, the firework exploded, and the flames were as bright as day. Suddenly, another line of words appeared in the dark sky.
"You're so annoying."
In the Zhang Mansion, the roar of a certain father could be heard. "I must kill him, pu … …"
Sun Lang stood where he was, quietly waiting for Zhang Yinluo's arrival. But soon, his expression became a little strange, because he heard a roar coming from afar. This sound … …
In the middle of the street in front of him, a cold and biting war chariot suddenly turned around. The red light at the front of the chariot was like a pair of shining evil eyes. Zhang Yinluo carried an extremely conspicuous heavy battle-axe on his back, and straddled the war chariot. His long hair fluttered in the wind, and he rumbled as he twisted the handle of the war chariot. He was even more of a biker than a biker gang.
Amidst the drawn-out sound of brakes, Zhang Yinluo stopped the war chariot and jumped down. He looked at Sun Lang, who was only a foot away, and for a moment, all sorts of feelings welled up in his heart. He didn't know what to say.
The moment he saw Sun Lang, the rage points that he had accumulated earlier disappeared without a trace.
Sun Lang also looked at her, his expression complicated, his mood indescribable. The two of them looked at each other. After a moment, Sun Lang broke the silence. "… … If you have such a good thing, why don't you let me play with it?"
Zhang Yinluo was stunned for a moment. "Ah … … I'm sorry."
Sun Lang glanced at the blazing battle-axe on Zhang Yinluo's back, the Startling Sword at her waist, the short-barreled shotgun hanging from the outside of her left leg, and the vibrating rifle on the frame of the war chariot. He was silent for a moment. "… … Are you a robot from the future?"
Zhang Yinluo was still in a daze. "… … No."
The two of them fell into an awkward silence again.
Sun Lang was silent for a moment. "I'll be leaving first. You should hurry home."
"Oh … …" Zhang Yinluo instinctively agreed, but suddenly reacted and shouted, "Wait!"
Sun Lang had already turned around. Hearing this, he turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Yinluo shouted, "You're not allowed to go!"
Sun Lang frowned and said, "Don't worry about this. Yinluo, hurry home. Now … …"
The girl said loudly, "I want to care!
I got some clues from my father, then went to find Liang Bufan and forced him to tell me Qin Hui's evil plan. Then, I went to save Mrs. Hu and her daughter … … "
If it was before, it would definitely be something to be happy about. But now, Sun Lang just nodded slightly and said noncommittally, "Oh, I know. That's good."
Seeing him like this, Zhang Yinluo stomped her feet and said, "So, hurry up and save Mr. Hu!"
Sun Lang nodded and said slowly, "I know. I'll go save him now … …"
Then, he turned back and was about to leave, but Zhang Yinluo shouted again, "… … Stop, you're not allowed to go!"
Sun Lang looked as if he really couldn't do anything to her. He turned back and said, "What's wrong with you?"
The girl looked at Sun Lang seriously and said, "I told you to go save Hu Huishou, I didn't tell you to do anything else. Now Hu Huishou must be in danger, you have to go save him quickly!"
Sun Lang frowned and said, "I'm going to save him."
"No … It's not like that …" Zhang Yinluo bit her lips as she looked into Sun Lang's eyes and said softly, "There's no anxiety or worry in your eyes. You're not in a hurry. You're calm. Your eyes tell me that you're not going to save Hu Huishou. You're just going to kill someone …"
Sun Lang said lightly, "To save Mr. Hu, I have to kill someone. Is there a difference between the two?"
"Of course there's a difference!"
Zhang Yinluo said loudly, "To save Mr. Hu, you have to kill someone. To kill someone and save Mr. Hu, this is the difference between heaven and earth!
To save Mr. Hu, you put Mr. Hu's safety first. You're worried that he'll be in danger, so you don't show any mercy. But now, you're not anxious at all. You don't seem to care about Mr. Hu's life or death … … Sun Lang, what happened? "
Sun Lang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter … … There's no Hu Shouxin worth saving … …"
Zhang Yinluo said angrily, "If you continue like this, I'll hit you!"
Sun Lang said in surprise, "Hey, you actually accepted this joke by accident?"
"Is this the time to talk about this kind of thing?"
Zhang Yinluo was so anxious that she almost jumped up. She rushed forward and grabbed Sun Lang's arms with both hands and shook him. "Sun Lang, don't do this!
Hu Shouxin is also waiting for you to save him! "
Sun Lang smiled lazily and said, "What are you talking about?
Am I not going to save him?
If you stop me like this, Hu Shouxin will die. At that time, his wife's husband will die and his daughter will lose her father. It's none of my business. "
Zhang Yinluo roared, "Hu Shouxin is not waiting for you!
He's waiting for Sun Lang!
His comrade-in-arms, Sun Lang!
Sun Lang, who used to fight side by side with him!
Sun Lang, who will also fight side by side with him in the future! "
Sun Lang smiled and said, "Then he's doomed to be disappointed. The person he knew, his comrade-in-arms, the person who used to fight side by side with him, is already dead. That loyal official, that comrade-in-arms, died two years ago. It's such an obvious thing, but this idiot still has fantasies and refuses to face reality. It's really funny, really funny … …"
Zhang Yinluo slowly said, "Then what about us?"
Sun Lang blinked.
"What about the Sun Lang we knew?"
Zhang Yinluo calmly looked into Sun Lang's eyes. "The Sun Lang who accompanied me to investigate the matter of the magic tool, the Sun Lang who wanted to set up a detective agency with me, the Sun Lang who teased me all day, the Sun Lang with bad intentions, the Sun Lang with bad character, the perverted Sun Lang … … Where did he go?
Is he also dead? "
Sun Lang turned his head to the side.
Then, Zhang Yinluo held his cheeks with both hands and forced him to turn back.
The girl looked at Sun Lang and continued, "The Sun Lang that Zhao Feihuang likes, the Sun Lang that Xu Qingluan is wary of, the Sun Lang that Zhang Jianyuan admires, the Sun Lang that Daoist Bai Xue misunderstood, the Sun Lang that Ping Yidao entrusted to, the Sun Lang that Sima Ping trusts … … This Sun Lang, is he also dead?"
Sun Lang slowly shook his head. "Of course not, the current me is … …"
"No, the current you is not."
Zhang Yinluo softly said, "The current you is not Sun Lang. You want to kill people, and your only goal is to kill people. The previous Sun Lang was not like this."
Sun Lang was somewhat irritated. "You don't know … …"
"Yes, I don't know anything."
Zhang Yinluo softly said, "I don't know what you have experienced in the past, I don't know what secrets you are hiding in your heart, I don't know where the anger in your heart comes from, but those must have been very difficult days. I am not qualified to persuade you to let it go, but I just think … …"
She looked at Sun Lang and whispered, "Your face looks better when you smile."
Sun Lang's irritated eyes slowly softened.
Zhang Yinluo struck while the iron was hot. "No matter what happened in the past, you still cherish some of your friends in the past, don't you? President Hu is like this, and so is General Zhao. No matter how much you hate the past, how much you want to forget the past, no matter how painful the memories of the past are, at least there are still things worth cherishing, right?
When these memories worth cherishing disappear, only pain will remain in those memories … … "
Sun Lang's eyes regained some clarity, but he still sighed. "Yinluo, you don't understand … … the Black Armored Army is Empress's army. The Black Armored Army is heading to Mingzhou to attack Hu Shouxin. This must be a major event that will shake the court. From the moment I slaughtered the Black Armored Army tonight, the situation is already irreversible … …"
"You can." Zhang Yinluo interrupted him, her tone light but firm. "You definitely can."
Sun Lang laughed in spite of himself. "Don't think of me as so omnipotent … …"
Zhang Yinluo stared into Sun Lang's eyes and said firmly, "You can definitely do it, right?
If you can't, then Zhong Yi Tower, Marquis Jingan fu, my family … … will all disappear in the storm that will follow. We trust you, we rely on you, we entrust everything to you, and you will never let us down, right? "
Sun Lang also looked at the girl in front of him. All the memories in Mingzhou flashed through his mind. Although these two years were free and beautiful, this was the place where he smiled the most.
New friends, as well as old friends, connected the past with the present, and then led to the future. Whether it was Hu Shouxin, Zhao Yunlong, Ping Yidao, or even Lu Shu-jen, or even Zhao Feihuang, Xu Qingluan, Dongfang Xin, Zhang Jianyuan, and Daoist Bai Xue … … he didn't want to lose his current life.
He closed his eyes and said softly, "Ah, yes, I can do it."
Zhang Yinluo smiled and said softly, "Then I'll leave it to you."
"But … …" Sun Lang said slowly, "I'll have to kill people."
Zhang Yinluo nodded. "It's okay."
"I'll have to kill a lot of people."
The girl smiled and then reached out to hug Sun Lang. She hugged Sun Lang tightly and leaned her head on Sun Lang's shoulder. She looked up at the sky and said softly, "Just a while ago, I went against my father and took out the Flaming Sun Power Armor sent to me by my friends in the Fire Nation. I rushed all the way to my former boss' house and used the Flaming Battle Axe and the Explosive Shotgun to force him to reveal his scheme. Then, I attacked Flat Flower Lane and, together with Master Sanzang, who was holding the Vulcan Cannon, we destroyed dozens of Black Armored Soldiers who we had never met before … … Sun Lang, now I'm just like you."
"… … So, you're really not a robot from the future?"
"Really."
Zhang Yinluo gently patted Sun Lang's back. "Look at the situation we're in now, and you're still saying things like that … …"
Sun Lang also smiled. "Then I'll go save Hu Shouxin."
Zhang Yinluo nodded, but she didn't let go of Sun Lang. Instead, she asked, "Who are you?"
Sun Lang was silent for a moment. Then, a smile appeared on his face. He closed his eyes and said calmly, "Martial Arts Hall's Sword Pavilion's General, Pillar of the Nation's General, Special Entry Light Minister, former Empire War Marshal Sun Lang, who was in charge of the six armies during the Empire's War. After he took the initiative to fire the Emperor and retired for two years, he had no choice but to put on his armor and go into battle again. He's going to save his stupid subordinate who's always causing trouble and being surrounded."
Zhang Yinluo smiled. "Wow, what a high ranking official, but I've never heard that the Marshal's surname is Sun."
Sun Lang blinked and said softly, "Sun Lang is the real me."
The girl let go of her hand and took two steps back. She smiled and said, "Go."
Sun Lang nodded vigorously. Just as he said before, the moment the Black Armored Army entered the city, the situation could no longer be salvaged peacefully. No matter what method he used, he had to face it head-on.
Because someone was watching him from behind.
The sword aura soared into the sky, and the sword light shone brightly. The surging power roared and shook the city. The invincible sword light shone above Mingzhou City. Sun Lang looked to the sky and shouted, "Shurima, your Marshal is back!"