"Prince, Pingcheng is just ahead."
Ying Ru Shi suddenly jolted awake on horseback, like a drowning person finally gasping for breath.
The woods flew past behind her, wind howling in her ears, while heavily armored cavalry wearing Evil Spirit Masks rode beside her.
It took Ying Ru Shi a full three breaths to remember that she was on her way to Pingcheng—and that what she was about to do was carry out a massacre order at the Pingcheng military garrison.
Every member of the Bu Liugu and Gai Lou clans—clansmen, guests, relatives, servants, tenants—was to be killed without exception. Kill them all on sight!
A few thousand people would probably die. When Ying Ru Shi thought of that number, she felt surprisingly little. After all, just yesterday she had seen tens of thousands of corpses. Evil Ghost Hundred Guards had slaughtered their way down street after street, piling corpses until they filled the entire roads. The blood that flowed out had stained the earth dark red, and the once-prosperous county town had fallen silent, save for crows taking flight and settling down.
From day to night, Ying Ru Shi had done nothing but lead Evil Ghost Hundred Guards into one estate after another. The Bright Flame Treasure Blade bestowed by Your Majesty had never even been drawn. Ying Ru Shi had not needed to lift a finger. The fearsome Evil Ghost Hundred Guards had already slaughtered every living thing ahead of her. The wealthy offered treasures and begged for mercy, beautiful women bared their bodies in submission, children wailed and pleaded, and servants knelt and kowtowed—but the only response they received was the butcher's blade.
No one fought over the wealth,
no one violated the women,
and no one showed mercy.
Concise, pure, efficient, cold-blooded.
Sometimes Ying Ru Shi felt