Yang Zuye's sword sealed the throat. He had seen so much blood, far too much. At times, he grew curious about what it felt like to have one's throat sealed by a single sword stroke.
Sometimes, he'd try to imagine it. What kind of sensation would it be? When a sword pierces the throat, would it feel cold?
In the seventh year of Dezong of Great Jin, on February 26,
Until this very moment, he still didn't know.
Because in the next second, he died.
The sword penetrated his chest in an instant. He jolted violently, like the last desperate struggle of a drowning man. Then, his limbs went limp, and his entire body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
After pursuing the art of a single sword to the throat for years, Yang Zuye still didn't know what it felt like.
Although, one might think it would be faster than having one's heart shredded...
