In 963, Shimono country, Utsunomiya domain.

"Stop!!! You 'handsman' who kills thousands of knives, give me the things!!!"

Several men with swords and bare chests were running on the long street panting.

A petite figure, whose whole body was wrapped in a large robe full of flowers, and whose face was tightly covered, was nimbly wandering among the crowd under their pursuit.

Hearing the shouts of the vicious men, passers-by on both sides covered their purses vigilantly and automatically made a path.

"Long hands" is a slang term in Shimono, which refers to people who have dirty hands and feet and who like petty theft.

And the man whose whole body was wrapped in an ill-fitting printed robe and whose face could not be seen clearly must have stolen the property of the men.

Under the rush, someone suddenly stretched out a bamboo pole from one side, tripping the petite figure to the ground.

"Hey... Now I'll see where you're going..."

Several strong men immediately surrounded them with weapons in hand.

"Yo, I'm still a mother, and she looks quite handsome... Why don't I sell it to a girl's house..."

Beneath the robe, a thin girl with slender hands could be vaguely seen.

Although she covered her face, just looking at her pair of black pearl-like eyes gave people a sense of agility like a spring breeze.

"Snapped."

A bulging purse flew out of the crowd and landed among several men and girls.

"Take your belongings, plus this bag of copper coins, and let's go."

A beautiful middle-aged man wearing a white plain robe, a long beard on his face, and an iron hood walked out of the crowd.

On his waist, he was wearing a sword that was nearly one meter long and had a gentle arc.

"Where is the idle person from, is it amazing to be rich, this little girl must..."

The man in the lead waved the long sword in his hand fiercely and walked towards the other party in dissatisfaction.

However, the two companions behind him stretched out their hands to hold him tightly.

"Hey, are you blind, take a closer look at who it is, don't take us with you if you're courting death..."

"Is this... a hair-pulling sword?"

When he saw the dress of the person opposite, the originally vicious man immediately threw his weapon and knelt down.

"I have eyes that don't know Mount Tai, and I ask General Fujiwara to forgive me..."

The shape of the knife on the man's waist is extremely unique. The shape of the knife is narrow and the blade is slender. The handle and the blade are obviously forged in one piece, and there is an obvious slit in the center.

Such a tachi is called a hair pulling tachi because it is shaped like a tweezers (tweezers).

In a small place like Utsunomiya, there is only one person who is qualified to wear a "hair-pulling sword" on his waist and a "38 star pockets" on his head.

A few months ago, he joined forces with Hei Zhensheng and Fujiwara Yukian to raid Sarushima County, Shimono. , Fujiwara Hideo, table Fuji too.

It is said that the "hair-pulling sword" on his waist and the "Thirty-eight Star Pocket" on his head were all given by Utsunomiya Daimyo.

The three men didn't even dare to take their purse back, so they left in panic.

On the ground, through the gap in the robe, the woman secretly looked at the man in front of her like a frightened rabbit.

As if sensing, Fujiwara Hideo also looked down at her.

With just this one glance, the man's heroic eyes were imprinted in her heart forever.

What beautiful eyes.

Just like the copper coins that I stole and stored close to my body on weekdays, the small hole in the center is generally beautiful.

"With such a pair of discerning eyes, it's a pity to be a thief... It's all to blame for the life of the people."

Looking at the woman deeply, Fujiwara Hideo sighed, turned around and left as if he had done a trivial thing.

"...You keep the money and find something else to make a living."

At the beginning of the Tianqing Rebellion, there were hundreds of wastes waiting to be revived and the people were struggling to live, but the government was taxing year after year. Such a world is destined to be unable to save everyone.

The woman, who had not survived hunger and war after all, was wrapped in her favorite printed robe and slept forever by the roadside on a certain winter day.

She has no nostalgia for this world that is too hard and life is like grass.

"It's a pity that I couldn't repay you..."

When she was dying, the only thing she could not forget was those beautiful eyes full of heroic spirit.

Through her obsession with eyes, she turned into a ghost in that chaotic age, frantically collecting the eyes of all creatures.

Until she made those beautiful "collections" into the most beautiful pair of treasures and presented them to the man who had turned gray...

"Wizards dare!"

What greeted her was the death-defying arrow of the other party with the breath of "Damingshen".

...

"I want this day, I can't cover my eyes anymore!!!"

As "Mochizuki Ayano" looked up at the sky, a blood line slowly appeared in the center of the silver plate-like full moon above the sky.

Eyes are the most complex and perfect organs in the world.

Compound eye, monocular, camera eye, mirror eye, telescopic eye...

Human eyes, animal eyes, insect eyes, ghost eyes...

Even, the eyes of the gods...

Poverty has collected the eyes of others all his life, and he has only one problem to pursue.

Who opened the first eyes of this world?

What a beautiful full moon ~lightnovelpub.net~ that the world looks up at for the first time.

"This month is my pupil, like the full moon."

As she pondered, the blood line began to split on both sides...

The full moon in the night sky turned into a single eye that narrowed slightly and was about to open.

Turning the moon into pupils, under the night, nothing can escape her gaze!

The bloodshot moon pupils in the night sky suddenly widened, and a touch of grievances like the dark clouds above the apartment before Yuehua broke open the possession, spilled down...

The incomparably terrifying sight also descended with the moonlight.

Since tens of thousands of years ago, creatures have evolved eyes, and every night, they all pay homage to the mysterious moon wheel in the night sky.

No matter which human civilization records, the moon contains natural worship and yearning for time, reproduction, harvest, and eternal life.

In terms of obsession, this star that is closest to the earth and has carried the beliefs and worship of human civilization for thousands of years, the cohesive power in it can no longer be described by human words.

"Puff puff……"

Under the moonlight, the densely packed ghosts that were suppressed by the formation around the apartment burst open one by one like a tomato pinched by an invisible giant hand, turning into black liquid all over the ground.

"No, don't look..."

Stared at by the eyes scattered in the slits of their eyes, the spirit scavengers below the apartment only felt that they were enveloped by an irresistible terror. Even if they had spiritual power and body protection, they could only instantly fall to the ground and become unconscious.

Even as a bronze corpse, I don't know why the fear is cocooned, and I bow to the ground and shiver.

This is the most primitive fear that creatures have for the bright moon above the night sky, engraved in their genes for tens of thousands of years.

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