Song of Heroes
The rain poured down, turning the world into a dark, misty mess.
A large group of people stood in the open space in front of the tavern, their breathing muffled by the sound of rain hitting their umbrellas.
Li Yao looked at the street with curiosity.
The streets were deserted.
Even on a rainy day, Drum Tower Road, being a relatively bustling street, should always have some vehicles passing by. Why isn't there a single car today? Seemingly noticing Li Yao's confusion,
Lu Xingshen explained, "We applied to our superiors and closed one road for travel purposes."
Okay,
Only then did Li Yao realize what it meant to be a privileged class.
soon,
A black Grand Cherokee crashed through the rain and braked suddenly on the road in front of Midnight Bar. Behind it were more than twenty identical Grand Cherokee, with even their license plates covered.
After a brief pause,
The drivers, holding umbrellas, came to the left side of the vehicle and opened the doors one by one.
They are all ordinary people.
However, their movements were synchronized and their training was excellent, demonstrating extraordinary military skills.
Lu Xingshen saluted the men and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Those people nodded to everyone present Wallfacers, as if to say:
It's not hard work.
Lu Xingshen ordered, "Get in the car."
So the Wallfacers naturally formed small groups of two or three and boarded the bus one by one.
Chen Xi and Li Yao were taken by Lu Xingshen's side.
And so, the dark and silent convoy proceeded on the road where no other vehicles were present, the pouring rain and swirling dark clouds seeming to mourn the fallen heroes.
The convoy bypassed Purple Mountain and arrived at a place behind Purple Mountain.
The area was fenced off, indicating that unauthorized personnel should not enter. Although Li Yao had been in the provincial capital for several years, he didn't know where he was.
As the vehicle drove in...
An estate appeared in this desolate mountain wilderness.
The convoy stopped, Lu Xingshen got out of the car. The Wallfacers behind him also got out and spontaneously formed two lines. Lu Xingshen stood in front of these two lines, his expression solemn and complicated.
"Go in."
He said this, and then walked into the main hall of the manor.
The manor in the desolate mountains was very clean, obviously regularly maintained, but a desolate atmosphere permeated every corner, as if wisps of gloom were seeping out from the cracks in the doors and bricks.
As Lu Xingshen and his group entered the main hall, an old man emerged from the inner hall. He was hunched over, with cloudy eyes, and carried a bunch of keys in his hand. Upon seeing Lu Xingshen, he nodded and said, "Please follow me."
The hoarse, unpleasant voice sounded like two pieces of rusty iron scraping against each other. Li Yao stared intently at it.
Only then did they notice a long, large, and hideous scar on the old man's throat.
Lu Xingshen followed the old man into the inner hall.
The place is filled with countless memorial tablets, and one after another, eternal lamps burn quietly.
Is this the Ancestral Hall? Lu Xingshen led everyone in offering incense and paying respects to the layers upon layers of tokens, then stepped aside. Behind him, Zhou Li Qi Qi and the others stepped forward one by one to offer incense and pay their respects. The entire process was silent and solemn.
After all the Wallfacers had finished offering incense, Lu Xingshen said to Zhou Li, "Let's enter the mausoleum."
Zhou Li nodded.
He called Zhao Shuisheng and went into the side room. A short while later, they came out carrying a black iron box.
They carried the box as if it were a coffin, their hands as steady as if cast in iron.
Then,
Lu Xingshen arrived at the table where the ancestral tablets were placed, his Spirit Energy surged and poured into the incense burner, then he turned it to the right once.
A rumbling sound came from behind.
The Black Gold Stone floor behind them suddenly shrank downwards and opened to both sides.
A dark tunnel appeared there.
Li Yao looked inside and could vaguely see a dark golden light shining through, but he didn't know what it was.
Lu Xingshen was the first to walk down.
Li Yao and Chen Xi followed closely behind, and the other Wallfacers filed in. The entrance was narrow and dark, but after walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up! In the underground...
What appeared to be a vast and expansive space was densely packed with tombs, and in front of each tombstone was a mask.
Zhou Li and Shuisheng Ge opened the black iron box, inside which lay a series of masks.
One by one, the Wallfacers stepped forward, silently took a mask, examined it, and placed it in front of each newly erected grave.
There were a total of fifty-two masks, which means fifty-two Wallfacers died in battle.
Once the mask is put back in place,
Lu Xingshen took a bowl of wine from Zhou Li, held it above his eyebrows, bowed deeply, and splashed the wine on the ground.
May our heroic souls rest in peace.
After Lu Xingshen speaking, the other Wallfacers also bowed:
May our heroic souls rest in peace.
After the ceremony,
Lu Xingshen handed the wine bowl to Zhou Li, and everyone put their various items together. The hunched old man silently appeared, took the items away, and put them away properly.
Then,
Lu Xingshen asked, "Who will begin singing the Song of Heroes?"
Perhaps because the ceremony was over, Old Man Lu's tone was much more relaxed.
The fallen comrades have already returned home.
All that's left is to sing them a song and see them off on their way.
They are the Wallfacers.
They knew when they joined the organization that Wallfacers rarely met a good end.
Therefore, they are open-minded and believe in enjoying life to the fullest.
Sending them to their mausoleum for their peaceful rest should naturally be done with solemnity, but now that they've all gone home, let's all relax a bit.
So, one of the Wallfacers joked, "Even Liu Qingshan sings the best, has ended up lying in there."
Then someone chimed in, "The brothers below are in luck; Old Liu's 'Heroic Song' is truly authentic."
The crowd chuckled softly.
Lu Xingshen also said with a smile, "Stop joking, who's going to sing?"
"I'll do it!"
He was a dark-skinned, tall, and strong man, his physique as robust as a steel block that had grown horizontally. He came to the front of the group, cleared his throat, and then the Qin Opera burst forth like swords and spears, high-pitched, passionate, clear, and vigorous!
Like a divine tiger roaring in the wind, majestic and powerful!
"The long night of battle has ended! So many corpses wrapped in horsehide, but do not lament, for fame and fortune are but a cup of wine. Let us return, and for ten years, amidst the rain and wind of the martial world, let us keep our lamps burning..."
As the man sang, others joined in. "My comrades and I have honed our armor and spears, galloping ten thousand miles with the spirit of tigers."
What is there to fear? What do demons and monsters matter? With a sword in hand, I will slay them and bring peace to the world...
The lead singer's voice shifted, still passionate and profound, yet now tinged with desolation and tragedy! "But when I look back, only a few of my comrades remain. Amidst laughter, swords and crossbows are sheathed at my sides."
Skulls pave the way! Good men, never say there are no friends on the road ahead...
In the end, everyone, including Old Man Lu, let out a hoarse, furious roar:
"Let us sing together in the human world and the underworld!"
Singing together in the mortal realm and the underworld, comrades in this life, heroes in the grave, inseparable in life and death, still the soul of China! Li Yao didn't know the heroic song, so he could only listen silently.
The stirring Qinqiang Qin Opera seemed to resonate with his soul, and his passion slowly surged up from the bottom of his heart, as if to ignite him and make him boil.
He took a deep breath.
His eyes were lowered, suppressing all his excitement.
Old Man Lu turned around and said, "Alright, go back now."
Wallfacers, like a black wave.
Upon reaching the lobby, the sky had cleared up sometime earlier, and a ray of golden light shone through the clouds, illuminating the clear and bright sky.
The mountains and rivers are magnificent!
This is the first update. I wrote the lyrics myself, so they're a bit off-key; please excuse the poor quality. There will be two updates today, the second one a little later. It's the beginning of winter, so everyone should eat dumplings! Finally, I hope you enjoy reading.