There was a little more moisture in the air, and I stood quietly, knowing that there was a stone door in front of me.

Inside the house, he thought he had noticed my arrival.

The stone gate was still closed, but he didn't open it. He knew I was coming, but he still didn't open it.

I took out a small porcelain bottle from my arms and put it lightly under my feet. I knew he was about to open the door.

Sure enough, not long after I put down the porcelain bottle, I heard a sound, and then a gust of wind came.

He attacked me, but I didn't hide.

His fist was frozen in front of me, and a rotten smell plunged into his nose, and his body was rotten to the point of his body.

"What are you doing?"

He asked me, his tone full of domineeringness and doubt.

I smiled, and the porcelain bottle rose with the force and fell into the palm of my palm.

"Send wine!"

"snort……"

The porcelain bottle in the palm of his hand had been taken away by him, and he should have returned to the stone chamber; but the door was still open.

I entered the house, and there was no light in it.

There is no difference between having or not having light for a blind man.

"How about it, right? "Is it right for your appetite?" I asked to the general.

"So what about your appetite? The rotten body has long lost its five senses. I can't hear them, and I can't taste them..."

It seems to be sighing, it seems to be sad, but it is all regret!

"Look at it."

"That's right, it's better than a blind man who can't see anything."

The general's tone was ridiculing, and I was used to it.

Silence, sudden silence.

I stood quietly, and he should be staring at the porcelain bottle in a daze.

He is not only warlike, but also good at killing and drinking.

"Thinking about the past, the golden sword and the iron horse wine, now, things are old and memories are hard to chase..."

With a grunt, he still drank the few wines in the porcelain bottle.

Even though it was tasteless and fragrant, he still chose to drink it.

"Blind, can tasteless wine drown your sorrow?" the general asked me, his tone of indelible melancholy.

"I don't know, I drink, but I never drown my sorrows."

"So, you're a weird guy, a weird guy..."

The sound of the porcelain bottle breaking sounded, and the strong wind broke out in front of me again. I knew that he had taken action again.

He always likes to take action every time he drinks, which is a habit.

Fist is coming!

My body was slightly tilted, and the strong wind blew past my ears, and the general's fist fell.

The strong wind kept coming, and a punch came again; the target, my belly button.

I was light and jumped into the air, avoiding the opponent's attack again, but the general's offensive was pressing step by step.

As I opened and closed, the more the wind sounded in my ears, the faster my speed became.

Finally, he grabbed a gap and hit me on the shoulder with a palm. I couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Blind, you lost." The general clapped his hands and said.

"Yes, I lost."

I have to admit that I am not as skilled as others.

The general's moves are fancy, and every move is made for killing people. I did not die under his hands, and it was already his kindness.

There was a bit of fragrance in the air, and I knew he held his broken robe in his hand to watch.

I had the honor of touching the broken robe. It was already very old, but there was no trace of dust on it. The general protected it very well.

"Blind, thank you for your herbs."

I have brought him many wine and handed him many times, but he will only say thank you when bringing herbs for him.

The fragrance of the robe is maintained by herbs, and I have to prepare herbs for him every once in a while.

What he was fascinated with was never the fragrance, but the person who came to his mind when he smelled it.

I tried to ask him who the person was, but I got only one sentence:

That is the most important person in my life!

How important it is, I can tell from the time he died until he is still obsessed with the broken robe.

He is a general, warlike, easy to kill, and love!

"You didn't expect to meet her?"

My question made him silent, and there was even a slight sound in his hand holding the broken robe. I knew that his fists must be clenched tightly at this time.

"How do you see me? I am the dead soul. How do you see people with this broken body?"

The general's body was rotten, and the soul living in his body was even more undead. It was indeed difficult to meet people.

After thinking about it, I still said, "If you want, I can bring dreams to you."

To draw a dream is to let the general's undead enter the man's dream and tell what he wants to say.

This is the only thing I can do for him at the moment!

"Calling dreams..." the general murmured.

He thought for a long time, but in the end he still rejected my proposal.

"Forget it, I haven't seen each other for many years, seeing each other has changed; maybe, she has been redeemed by someone, how can I find it if she is not there?"

It’s hard to find someone in the vast world!

I sat on the ground, facing the general's position: "Can I hear your story with her?"

I am a person who likes to listen to stories.

"Want to hear?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I've been here for more than twenty years and have been holding back a lot of words, so I'll tell you all!"

The general is a person with a very strange temper. It is rare for him to tell me.

I'm ready and listen carefully.

Everyone’s stories will be different, so I will be grateful to everyone who is willing to tell me stories.

After all, the story is rare!

"I remember it was spring, and I was rafting with my friends..."

The general spoke, but his tone was less domineering and more gentle.

This memory is the gentlest memory in his heart, so when he recalls it, even his tone will become unnaturally gentle.

A man with iron blood is gentle!

"When I first met her, she was singing softly in the pleasure boat with her pipa in her arms. Her singing was beautiful, and I had never heard such beautiful songs..."

The general's words seemed to be back to that day.

Under the pleasure boat, the man frowned and looked at the woman who was covering her face with a pipa and playing lightly.

"I know she is a brothel woman, but I still fell in love with her; I have never loved anyone before, and I have always been with swords and swords. But from the moment I saw her, I realized that my life is incomplete because my life is missing her..."

Life is complete because it is not met, and it is incomplete because it is met.

I know that the general's love for that woman is deep enough and heavy enough!

"I remember it was a winter, and it was snowing heavily in the sky, turning the whole world into a vast area..."

I don't know why the general's words suddenly became sad, and I felt even more uncomfortable in my tone.

Maybe it's time to part.

"I didn't even have time to redeem her. The document of emergency at the border was presented to His Majesty. On that night, I rushed to the border and didn't even have time to say goodbye to her in person."

The general seemed to have cried and howled softly, and there were no tears for the ghosts and the undead.

The general is an iron-blooded man, with dense scars on his hard body, but none of those scars can make him snort in pain, let alone cry.

He was crying now, crying like a helpless child in front of me.

In the iron-blooded general, in his hard body, he is finally fragile in the word "love"!
Chapter completed!