Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chapter 1: Family Slaughter

The moon hangs high in the sky.

The bright moon in the sky s.h.i.+nes as bright as daylight.

August, in a couple of days it will be the mid-autumn festival. (TL: I say August but it’s really just the eighth month, I thought it would be better to say August instead of the eight month.)

The hanging lanterns compete with the glow of the moon.

Yet the nights here are still so sultry that it is hard for people to fall asleep. But the light rain that just fell completely swept away the heat in the air and also made the air this night become exceptionally fresh.

The frogs clamored in the pond, the summer crickets chirped in the night, the fragrance of sweet olives covered this old street. The sweet olives after a shower mixed with the scent of soil was especially intoxicating. (TL: Sweet olives)

Too bad in this sweet fragrant air it is mixed with wave after wave of a fishy smell.

That is the smell of blood, the smell of fresh blood.

The dogs on the street barked furiously, seemingly warning people of the abnormality here.

Such a beautiful night makes it truly unable for people to connect it with murder. A dark moon and high winds are a night for murder, but the night right now it honestly too silent, too beautiful.

…I am a dividing line…

Bodies laying in every direction covered the courtyard.

In the low-lying areas of the courtyard the fresh blood merged with the rain water forming one after another little ponds.

There are a lot of people that died. Looking at their attire some of them are just regular workhands, and occasionally some of the ones with more luxurious clothes are the owners of this courtyard. On a flight of stairs, a young woman was down in a pool of blood. She’d already stopped breathing for a long time, the fatal blow is on her back by a sharp object that pierced her heart when she was running away, dying on the spot.

In the woman arms is a baby still in swaddling clothes whose s.e.x cannot be determined.

The murderer clearly didn’t have the slightest bit of mercy in his/her heart. Right at the infant’s chest a ma.s.s of blood gradually expanded on the swaddle blanket…

That place, is the baby’s heart. He was also pierced through the heart by a sword just like his mother.

Strangely though, that child that had received a mortal wound was actually still alive.

The child in the swaddle blanket had clear and bright big eyes, only right now in this pair of beautiful eyes radiated a deep sense of despair and confusion.

This is a pair of eyes that made the hearts of all people break, so bright, so cute, so mesmerizing. If not that this pair of eyes was radiating a deep despair and confusion, then not a single person would not like a child who possessed a pair of eyes such as these.

But there was also n.o.body that could believe that an unworldly infant could have such a pair of eyes that could talk. In this pair of eyes there revealed too many feelings, this is definitely not what an infant can possess.

But it is the way it is, appearing on the infant’s face.

Able to possess a pair of eyes with such rich emotion, of course he is not a baby. He’s called Ye Feng, he comes from another world.

Ye Feng used his little hands to tightly clutch the sword wound on his chest. Unfortunately his strength is too weak, crimson red blood still stubbornly bubbled out. Feeling one’s own life slowly tick away is such a horrifying matter.

“Death” itself is not painful, what’s painful is that period of waiting before dying.

Right now Ye Feng is thoroughly tasting this pain, this horror.