Chapter 1058 Tragedy

"My sword, where to go, love and hate are hard to be exclusive; my knife, cuts through the sky, right and wrong do not understand..."

Walking on the wide and straight streets of Oduan City with his hands behind his back, Su Yi hummed a song while admiring this exotic town.

This city is not prosperous, and there are not many pedestrians on the street, but the road is very wide.

Although it is a border city in the Western Regions, there are not many Han faces like Su Yi, because there are many Han people who settled here to escape the war.

Of course, the most are blond and blue-eyed Semites, and mixed-race people of Mongolians and Semites.

Although the Mongols are the rulers, they are the smallest ethnic group here.

When there are Mongolian nobles passing by on the street, the rest of the people will bow their heads and sleeves to avoid them, respectfully. Especially the Han people with faces like Su Yi, they are even more trembling, hiding as far as they can, shrinking to the extreme.

This is because during the Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan court implemented policies to maintain its rule over the Han and other ethnic groups.

This unfair system applies not only to the Yuan court, but also to the four khanates in the Western Regions and Central Asia.

Therefore, people like Su Yi, who have a Han face but walk on the street in a swaggering manner, are particularly eye-catching, like a crane standing out from a flock of chickens.

But Su Yi walked along the long street, although he attracted the attention of passers-by, no one dared to approach and provoke him. This is because some Mongolians and Han people are very similar, and they also like to wear Han clothes. From the appearance alone, there is no difference at all.

Su Yi is so confident and extraordinary, probably because everyone he sees thinks he is a Mongolian.

Su Yi soon figured this out, and the original happy and free-spirited feeling in his heart suddenly faded a little.

Observing the surroundings carefully, some details that were previously covered by the freshness were immediately visible.

Although there are people coming and going on the long street, it is gloomy and presents a dilapidated and dull image.

Only people like Su Yi who have entered the threshold of cultivation can observe this kind of aura, ordinary people will not notice it at all.

He frowned secretly, made hand seals, and silently recited the cleansing spell that could allow him to see ghosts and gods: "Lingbao Tianzun, comfort the body, the disciple's soul, the five internal organs, the blue dragon and the white tiger, the troops, the red bird and the black tortoise, the guards' bodies..."

As the spell was finished, the street, which was already dim due to the setting sun, became even darker and colder. The surroundings were still shrouded in mist, and there were shadows in the mist, and some scary ghosts stood in an astonishing number.

Because of Su Yi's gaze, these ghosts were also looking at Su Yi at the moment. Those pairs of red or pale eyes looked particularly creepy.

"So many lonely ghosts?" Su Yi was surprised.

No wonder the street felt gloomy before the sun set. It turned out that there were more ghosts here than people.

A considerable number of them were bardo bodies, and they had obviously died not long ago.

"The tyranny of the Mongolian court has made the people suffer. This is the most obvious proof!" Su Yi frowned slightly, released the seal, and everything around him immediately returned to normal vision.

There are more lonely ghosts than people in a city, and the newly dead bardo bodies are also floating all over the streets. Even if the surface is peaceful and calm, it fully exposes the chaos and disorder hidden in the darkness here.

I just don't know if it's just this city, or every city is like this?

It is said that when a dynasty declines, ghosts and monsters are rampant.

Once the ghosts exceed a certain threshold, they will form an irreversible ruin. In this way, it is not surprising that the change of dynasties will happen.

"Forget it, this has nothing to do with me..." Su Yi shook his head and decided to ignore it.

He couldn't be merciful here and set up a ritual to save the dead souls. He was alone and doing so would be just a drop in the bucket, like Yugong moving a mountain.

Not to mention, the king of the Chagatai Khanate, Tuhulu Timur, forced his 160,000 subjects to swear to convert to the Middle Eastern religion three years ago. If they disobeyed, they would be sentenced to death.

Although this decree does not prohibit outsiders, it would be another matter if Su Yi dared to set up a ritual altar here to pray for the dead souls.

Su Yi was not afraid of going against the court, but there was no need. Moreover, praying for the dead souls is not a one-day job. If others insist on destroying it, Su Yi is afraid that he will not be able to do so.

What's more, Su Yi came to be a hero, not a charlatan, so he still had to pay attention to the style of painting and not go astray.

Now there are still three months before the six major sects besiege Guangmingding, and the Emei Sect will not come so early. Su Yi decided to find a place to settle down in the city first, get familiar with the customs and habits of this era, and go to find the nameless snow valley where Zhang Wuji is, and then make other plans.

Although he had no need for the Nine Yang Magic Skill, it would be a waste if he didn't study it since it was so close to him.

Moreover, it was quite interesting to show off by getting in touch with Zhang Wuji in advance.

Just when Su Yi was planning to get some money first and then find a post station to rest, he heard the noise of horse hooves and the sound of crying and begging for mercy behind him.

Su Yi was sharp-eyed and heard the sound when these people were still far away from him. He waited for about three minutes before he saw a group of people coming towards him from the city gate.

This was a team of Mongolian soldiers, about a dozen people, all riding on horses.

There were more than 30 Han people tied together with ropes and dragged behind the horses.

These Han people were mainly old people and women, with only one middle-aged strong man among them. Most of them were wearing patched rough linen clothes, obviously poor people.

Almost all the old people among them fell to the ground and were dragged everywhere by ropes. Their bodies were bloody and bloody, and they couldn't help screaming. It was very miserable.

Some people didn't even move, they were just dragged away, and it was unclear whether they fainted or died.

There were about ten women being dragged along, but they were all standing. It seems that the Mongolian army deliberately slowed down to prevent them from being dragged down.

Their clothes were all in tatters, obviously torn, and some were even naked from the waist down.

Some of the women looked numb, and some were crying, but the soldiers who were dragging them were riding on horses and waving whips, driving them like shepherds, whipping them from time to time, and hearing them scream in agony. The soldiers cheered and laughed excitedly.

Wherever this group of Mongolian soldiers passed, pedestrians fled one after another to get out of the way.

Seeing this tragic situation, the Han people on the street were so frightened that they covered their faces and ran away, not daring to stay at all.

Seeing this scene, Su Yi's eyes suddenly turned cold and murderous intent arose in his heart.

There was no thought of making a move beforehand or whether it would cause trouble. Without thinking, Su Yi kicked off his feet and used the snake step to fly forward quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of a Mongolian soldier. Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and pinched him. His throat.

Boom!

The Mongolian soldier who was laughing loudly with his friends suddenly stiffened and his voice stopped abruptly.

Canglang!

Before the other Mongolian soldiers could react, Su Yi had already drawn out the scimitar hung on his waist and used the Phantom Shadow Kung Fu to leap and jump. The sword flashed, blood splattered, and in the blink of an eye, five or six Mongolian soldiers groaned. Buhen fell down from his horse.

The bloody smell spread instantly, and the other Mongolian soldiers woke up from a dream, each screaming and angrily drawing out their own weapons.

But where is the use?

Su Yi's phantom light skill was created by Dongfang Bubai based on the "Sunflower Collection". It is as fast as a ghost and as graceful as a startling giant. With Su Yi's current level of performance, even Fang Zheng, Zuo Lengchan and others would have difficulty keeping up with his speed, let alone these ordinary Mongolian soldiers?

These Mongolian soldiers saw figures flying in front of them, blood splattering, screaming "Wow!" and slashing with their swords, but the swords were all in the air. They saw their companions falling from their horses one after another, including Su Yi. I can't even touch the shadow of him!

In less than ten breaths, the last Mongolian soldier was stabbed in the throat and fell silently from his horse.

Su Yi stood up again and showed his figure. Although his face was not red and he was out of breath, his demeanor was still the same, but his white clothes were dotted with red plums, he had an aura of evil, and the scimitar in his hand was dripping with blood.

Su Yi killed people very quickly. In less than ten breaths, he couldn't even finish a slightly longer sentence. However, Su Yi killed more than ten Mongolian cavalry in one breath!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who could have believed that there were such strong people in the world?

"Monster! Demon!" The onlookers yelled in horror.

The people around him seemed to be waking up from a dream, and they fled like birds and beasts. After a while, the originally bustling streets turned deserted, and there was no one around except Su Yi and the captured Han people.

Su Yi's killing not only frightened the onlookers, but also the people he rescued. They all knelt down with pale faces and called them "gods".

The women who were crying at first didn't even dare to cry anymore. They lay on the ground without even daring to raise their heads, as if Su Yi was some kind of savage beast.

Only the strong man covered in blood was kneeling on the ground, but he was staring at Su Yi with bright eyes and an excited expression.

Su Yi was killing people in the street, so he naturally knew that the defenders in the city would arrive in an instant and time was of the essence. Fortunately, when he killed someone, he cut all the ropes, and now these people were all free from their restraints.

He didn't hesitate. Seeing that someone was finally calm, he went straight to the point: "The Tatars will be here soon. I'm here to attract them. You can escape if you can. If you can't escape... it's your life."

With limited manpower, Su Yi knew that he could protect these people for a while, but he could not protect them for a lifetime. His action was motivated by anger, more to punish evil than to save others.

This city of Anduan is located in the hinterland of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate, and the city is heavily guarded.

Not to mention that it is difficult for these people to leave the city. Even if they are lucky enough to get out of the city, where can a group of women and a few dying old people go?

"Benefactor, we are from Sujiazhuang. Yesterday our village owner killed the Mongolian nobles in the city and fled. We, all of us, are traitors who have been imprisoned." The strong man looked sad, but said loudly, "Sujiazhuang All the strong men and children were killed by these beasts, and only the rest of us were captured by the Meng! Not to mention that we couldn't escape, even if we escaped... there was nowhere to go. After thinking about it, there was only death. One piece!”

"I am grateful to my benefactor for rescuing me today. It's a pity that I have no chance to repay you in this life! I can only repay you for your great kindness and kindness in the next life!"

After the strong man finished speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times.

While he was kowtowing, a bare-chested woman next to him suddenly picked up a knife from the ground and wiped it hard on her neck. Blood immediately spattered and the woman fell to the ground.

Su Yi noticed the woman taking the knife but did not stop her.

This woman was forced to expose her upper body in public. It was so humiliating that death was actually a relief for her. It's just that I never had the chance before, and now I have the chance to commit suicide.

"Sanniang!" Another woman next to her cried and picked up the knife tremblingly. "Wait for me, I'm coming!"

As he spoke, he also broke his own neck.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" A dying old man with white hair cried with tears streaming down his face, "As expected of the children of my Su family, even if they die, they can no longer be insulted like animals by the Tatars!"

He stood up tremblingly and touched the knife. He suddenly screamed and slashed hard at a girl who was kneeling on the ground.

"Good Ruan'er, daddy will give you a ride personally!" the old man cried, looking like a madman, and knocked the girl to the ground with a knife.

The big man who was kowtowing to Su Yi also touched a knife and stood up. He gritted his teeth and stabbed all the women one by one.

None of these women begged for mercy. Although they were all trembling with fear, they allowed this strong man to slaughter them.

The strong man killed the woman and then went to kill all the dying old people.

Finally, he knelt down with a bang in front of the white-haired old man who had just killed his daughter, and cried out in tears: "Dad, the child is unfilial, so I will give you a ride. When the child kills a few more Tatars with his benefactor, he will go on the road with his father! Road to Huangquan Come on, please wait for me, baby!”

"Okay! Good boy!" the white-haired old man said happily with tears.

He placed the knife across his neck with trembling hands, and said to the strong man: "Don't bother my son, dad will do it himself! Son, dad is gone, kill the Tatars, kill more Tatars..."

puff!

The blade flashed and the old man fell into a pool of blood.

The strong man knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three more times. His forehead was already bloody and bloody.

He gritted his teeth and stood up unsteadily, then turned to Su Yi with an expression that looked like he was crying but not crying: "This villain's nickname is Su Sanqi. May I ask my benefactor's surname?"

At this time, Su Yi had already heard that cavalry were coming quickly from the east and north directions, and there must be a lot of them.

But he was still shaken inexplicably by the human tragedy that had just happened in front of him.

In an instant, a human tragedy happened in front of his eyes. Su Yi watched this scene happen but did not stop it.

Those poor women and old people have lost all hope of living, so what if he stops them?

Now they can at least die with dignity. If they were saved, their fate might be even more miserable.

Su Yi's mind was turbulent and he couldn't calm down.

He looked at the strong man for a while and then said slowly: "My name is Su Yi, and we are the same family."