423 Raining Street and Burning People (2/2)

They were both very clear that the general referred on the paper note was not referring to Xu Shi, the Defender-general of the State, nor the great general, Xiahou. It referred to the Xuanwei General, Lin Guangyuan.

Huang Xing sighed and said, ”I sensed something and it's becoming true.”

Yu Shuizhu said with a grave expression, ”I will go to the Prince's Palace.”

Huang Xing nodded.

They separated in the middle of the rainy street, holding umbrellas and heading to their carriages.

Official boots stepped on the water in the street and made a splashing sound.

At the beginning, the rhythm of the sound was very calm and stable.

They walked on the rainy street faster and faster.

This proved that their true feelings at this time were not as relaxed as how they looked.

Yu Shuizhu walked quickly, the expression on his face became more and more grim and severe. The fear in his heart was replaced by anger. He only wanted to quickly report to the Prince that someone survived in that event.

The sound of footsteps suddenly became chaotic.

His left foot stepped into water, and the sound he made became much deeper.

Because his foot could no longer be lifted.

His feet fell into the puddle.

There was an invisible sharp thin line on the ground of the rainy street. It cut his trousers, his flesh and his bones. His feet fell off.

But it was not an invisible sharp thin line, but countless intangible sharp lines.

Yu Shuizhu's knees were cut into two pieces, and next his entire thigh.

Then his light armor was split into countless pieces.

He was cut into countless pieces of fresh meat.

Like ripe fruit, they all fell into the water making splattering sounds.

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Huang Xing holding the paper umbrella walked as fast as he could towards his carriage.

The oilpaper umbrella in his hand was very old and his face was very pale.

He did not want to die.

Although his umbrella was very old, and the entire city of Chang'an thought he was honest, he had in fact stolen a lot of money these years. He wanted to survive to enjoy all the things money could buy.

Although daily inspections of the city gate were very tiring, in fact, he enjoyed the fear of his subordinates when he inspected and the admiration of local citizens. He wanted to be alive and enjoy these.

He thought he was a landscape of Chang'an City and he wanted to live for a long time.

At this moment, he heard a splashing sound behind him.

The sound of meat pieces falling into the water was different from the sound made by stepping into the water. It was very clear in the sound of falling rain.

Huang Xing did not look back. He dared not to turn back.

His hand holding a paper umbrella trembled and he looked at the carriage not far and the steward bowing to him. His pale face showed a desperate look.

The yellow strip of paper he held tightly in his hand was wet with rain and sweat.

Suddenly, a bright flame came out of his hands.

Another fire sprouted from his officer uniform.

Another fire sprouted out of his wrinkles on his old cheeks.

Numerous fires, spitting out from the deepest part of his body, instantly melted his hair, eyebrows, lashes, skin, fats, muscles, and bones. The fire burned everything.

The long street in this rainy night was dark and damp.

The person under the umbrella was burning.

After a moment, the paper umbrella fell down to the ground and landed on the rain-covered street.

Huang Xing who had been under the umbrella had become ash silently.

The umbrella slowly rolled in the water and the handle was slightly charred.

In a lane not far, Ning Que stood quietly in the rain.

Maybe because of the violent mood changes or the cold from the spring rain, his face looked pale and tired.

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