1070 Talisman, Tree, Bridge And The Person Attached To The Top (1/2)

Situ Yilan heaved a sigh in his heart as she bid goodbye to him. She held her riding horse and headed down the meadow.

The war of the Seven Strongholds had ended, and the battlefield clean-up was almost completed. Now she had to lead the cavalry to go deep into the grassland, following the footsteps of Xu Chi to launch their last attack on the Golden Tribe.

The war had ended but the act of slaughtering had just begun.

She hoped that the world would not give Ning Que a second chance, however she had no choice but to continue killing people.

Holding the riding horse while walking to the bottom of the meadow, she could not help herself from turning over her shoulder. She could only see the rising of the morning sun, and Ning Que was standing in the sun, his body was beaming with golden rays that made him look rather holy.

If she had a chance to take a look at Ye Su being sanctified at the capital of Song Kingdom, maybe she would be able to associate these two individuals with each other. However, it was different from Ye Su because Ning Que stood on the bright side but he was more inclined to form a shadow in himself.

He was a little bit dull, not easy to see through him.

Situ Yilan felt a strong surge of compassion for him out of the sudden.

Hundreds of thousands of people died because of his one statement, but he could still maintain his composure without any concerns. Because he could not find Sangsang, he had no feelings of love or hatred for the world. A person as such would surely be very intimidating, but simultaneously, someone like him could be very pitiful. What was his purpose of living?

The Tang troops set out, and once again the City of Wei regained its serenity.

Without the isolation of the array master, countless of flies were making a scary buzzing sound that sounded like windstorm lingered around Heaven and Earth. Occasionally, the gloomy clouds would cover the sky during the daytime, and there were hundreds of vultures emitting unpleasant noise as they flew around the scene under the clouds.

Ning Que could not care less about those things. Even though he had never seen so many dead bodies and blood in his life, he had been through these miserable and terrifying situations for too many times, causing him to feel sick of them.

He walked through the Wilderness filled with the scent of blood, lowered his head to observe the wild grass that had condensed into a mess by blood and the soil that had condensed into clumps of Earth. He contemplated as he walked all the way to the Human Skull Mountain.

Contemplating while observing quietly was not a sign of lamenting but was to meticulously perceive the breath of the surroundings. The powerful blood sacrificing array of the Golden Tribe's national master gave him a hint that the force in the human world did not only come from those alive but also from the deceased. He felt the urge to utilize these forces, but what should he do?

The Wilderness that was immersed in the blood water had many footsteps on it. Pit-a-pat, each footprint accumulated a slight stain of blood, a strong fishy smell, an abundant of resentment, and formed a clear trace.

Ning Que had walked in the wilderness for exactly three days, leaving behind many footsteps.

If a person was sitting above the clouds while gazing down at the grassland, then he could see a very complex image. This image would have the City of Wei as the main focus, the Human Skull Mountain as the vulnerable spot, the Wilderness which was about 10 miles square as the backdrop, and his footprints as the lines. It was complicated until it was hard to imagine.

This image was a rather complicated array, or in other words, it was an extremely big talisman.

After that, he left the City of Wei and headed to Kaiping. This time he had a shorter time to observe discreetly, and he only walked for a day because he was getting more used to it. Next, he left for Qu city. He finished walking the whole Seven Strongholds and this resulted in the presence of a fairly complex blood array in each part of the Seven Stronghold.

If that person who was viewing the ground in the sky could fly higher up, he could possibly see the seven complex blood arrays which appeared like seven ink dots could be combined to form a straight line.

That line was very messy and random, it did not look like a complete stroke, but seemed more like the beginning of a stroke.

The seven complex arrays was merely the ink dots and the straight line formed from the combination of the seven arrays was only the beginning of a stroke. Then when this stroke was completed, how long would it be? How magnificent would it be?

Before Ning Que wrote this stroke, no one would ever know about it.

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After Ning Que had completed arranging these seven arrays, he went back to the City of Wei.

The City of Wei was still in tranquility as there were only a big black horse and a broken hand-drawn carriage awaiting his arrival.

The big black horse walked toward him, but it did not reveal the joy of reunion. It was because he could clearly sense Ning Que's exhaustion and perceive his real thoughts, thus it lowered its head.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to gently caress its neck. It was not him that comforted it, but it was it that comforted him in such a way.

Countless grasslanders were killed, and their blood watered the grassland. All the sins and evil deeds were for the sake of that stroke, and his greatest concern in the heart.

That faint feeling of fear and anxiety was like a whip which was striking his body all the time, causing his soul to feel the pain deep inside, and increase his anxiousness.

He was in a rush to leave the City of Wei to head for the south because he could not find her in the City of Wei.

”I can't find her… I think Abbey Dean, Eldest Brother, and the Drunkard have yet to find her, but I need to find her, so I would like to ask for your help.” Ning Que glanced at the black donkey in the broken hand-drawn carriage, requesting for help earnestly.

The black donkey went into silence for a moment, subconsciously using its front hoof to pull the grapes on the plate. Regardless of how arrogant and lazy it was, it knew very clearly about the importance of this problem: its previous owner died under her hand.

A very unpleasant ”Hee-haw” transmitted through the Wilderness outside the City of Wei.

Getting the promise from the black donkey made Ning Que slightly more relaxed. He turned over his body to ride on the big black horse, and gently squeezed the horse's belly. A cheerful neighing sound was heard as it flashed through Heaven and Earth.

In the wilderness, a stroke of straight line emerged and directed toward the north side.