Vol 1 Prologue (1/2)

Prologue- A black cloth

Fan Shen had difficulty keeping his eyes open, using his fingers he tried to count how s he had done in his life But after looking at his right hand whose five fingers were as thin as chopsticks, with a sad sigh, he decided to give up

The sick ward contained the pungent ss that perpetually irritated the nose Only two days prior, the old gentlearbha bodhisattva and in a few days it would probably be his turn For he had a strange disease, ravis, which was particularly suited for the hero of a romance novel

There is no medical cure, he clearly knew that there will be a day when he can no longer move and only his tears may flow

(Old : “If I do not go to the hell to help the suffering beings there, who else will go? …

Translates to “grave enerate until it loses function)

“But I am not a hero from some romance novel,” Fan Shen muttered, but because he lost ue whispers sounded out He looked at his in”

He really hadn’t done anythingold ladies cross the road or onto the seat of a bus, living in har students cheat in exams…

Fan Shen, in the traditional sense was good but useless His parents died early, leaving hi for the arrival of the day that his life would end

“Good people do not have good endings”

During that lonesoht, Fan Shen feels his throatits elasticity, like a rubber band transfor nurse went, instead there was an aunty droning on in a verbosewith compassion

“Is this… dying?”

For fear of death and desiring the taste of life, his mind became unprecedentedly complex with mixed e nurse to be by his side, but this woman, no doubt only added more melancholy His miserableto look at the black cloth covering the wards , blocking his view of the sky

(in the raws it says sunlight, but previously it states that it is currently night- so I’ht or is it part of the symbolism- take it as you will)

He thought, “life is as lonely as dog shi+t!”

Feeling pitiful, a drop of liquid slipped from the corner of his eye

Fan Shen sorrowfully licked the tear from the corner of his lips, but was actually surprised to discover his tears were not only salty but had a fishy smell- was it because he rarely bathed in the hospital, so that even his tears srily curse in his heart, “Who told you to have tears strea down your face! Do you really think you’re some actor in a romance movie?”

But he soon discovered that soue stretch out to his lips and lick his tears? According to the doctor, his tongue had already lost all mobility, now the only role it has is that it can easily slide into the esophagus and block his respiratory tract, enius who could coue

It was then that he found it easier to open his eyes, his sight was far better even in coot sick- his vieas clear, only shi+elded by the bamboo strips before him

Fan Shen as originally in a daze suddenly moved away from the bamboo strips For between the cracks he was shocked to see a dozen men completely dressed in black and ar intent- headed straight towards hiuish whether it was a dreae of death he subconsciously did what any normal person would and shi+elded his head with his hands in an ostrich position

“Chiiiiiiii”… Countless sounds arose fro a battle of life and death

Iroans followed, only to be consu rong, carefully parting two fingers that covered his face he silently peaked out through the gaps in between the woven baround where streaent smell permeates the air up to the heavens

Fan Shen was terrified, seeing it felt all too real-it hard for his soul to reht of his own hands; his hands could also move? Was his sickness cured? Is it because of the present situation? Or is he only drea up, will he still lay i uselessly for death?

If that is really true, than it is better to stay in this drea up He felt sad thinking this; feeling frustrated he wiped away at his damp faceWhen he finally looks at his hand it is covered in blood, what he had originally thought was a tear that trickled down the side of his face was actually someone’s blood Fan Shen blankly stares at his own hands, whilst wildly shouting in his heart, “these are definitely not my hands!”

In front of him was a pair of white, cute little hands, which were dyed with blood, it looked like a scene of a char in a white lotus Besides no adult should have such small hands!

The year celebrated was the 57th of the Qing Calendar That year the Emperor made his decision to lead a punitive expedition to attack the western barbarians, but the war had yet to bear any fruit The Count of the Southern land was currently at His Majesty’s service whilst the capital was governed by the Great Eh Councils

(I want to keep all the nay the same as the previous translations)

On this day, the Villa of Serenity situated outside of the capital, by the riverbanks of the Flowing-Crystal Creek, caught fire A group of assassins by the cover of night and using the fires intensity began to kill everyone on sight, they began a massacre

A young servant of the villa carried the young ht encirclement The enemies clad in black, pursued them to south of the capital at the cost of ht that this disabled youth would be unfathoSoon frothan that youth!

“The Dark Riders!” la a bloodbath below

The reinforce arht; its luster was said to co of immortal souls In the arood quality crossbows, but every one of the Dark Riders had such a crossbow, as they are skilled such that the majority are shot dead by their arrows

(I was tempted to say that each arrow shot would ensure a kill)

The Dark Riders formation surrounded and protected their center For in the center sat a e man in a chariot He had a thin sparse beard and a pale ash grey complexion He watched the scene below, especially the individual youngster that was carrying on his back the burden of the younghe claps his hands

(a horse drawn vehicle- but he can see the battlefield so I wrote chariot)

This clap was their signal to attack!

Immediately the Dark Riders divide from thethat of a scythe in the dark night

Ruthlessly colliding with the wounded enemies, the amount of death steadily decreases the eneap is made in the eneins to chant an incantation The people below begin to feel the energy fluctuating as it starts to converge in the center of the field The ins to frown at the scene below but remains still, besides him a shadow of darkness leaps up at an incredible speed just like falcon in the night sky

The sound of chanting stops as a head fly’s high in the sky, blood showering down like rain

The ed man shakes his head: “These wizards who coenuine powerhouse their ic arts is the same as the pen of the prime minister- useless”

Dozens of soleht fist hand signal, all the enemies have been eliminated The Dark Riders split as they make way for the horse drawn chariot which slowly ed man with the assistance of a subordinate sits on a wheelchair Theservant who relances at the ba, his pale face flushes with a trace of red

“Fortunately a disaster has been avoided”

The youth that was carrying the bamboo basket had his face covered by a black cloth and held a black object sied sword Blood of the enemies continuously trickled off his blade to the side where the corpses lay These assassins had residue blood spots on their throats, each a fatal wound