Li Cangming, the king of soldiers, opened his eyes after dying for his country and became the commander-in-chief of the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun in the late Sui Dynasty.
He thought this was God's second life. Modern tactical thinking crushed the era of cold weapons, the Turkic elite cavalry were treated as vegetables by him, and the rebel camp became his back garden - it was so satisfying that he became a god.
Until he bumped into a Turkic funeral team deep in the Yinshan Mountains.
The dead walk themselves. What lay in the coffin was not a corpse, but a ghost face, exactly like his face.
The mask began to get hot, and seal characters he didn't recognize appeared on the inner wall. What's even weirder is that the enemy general he buried with his own hands appeared on the battlefield again on the seventh day, with the same armor, the same scars, and even the same method of death.
Something is wrong with this Sui Dynasty.
The truth is revealed: the ghost face is not a mask, but a relic of the war left before the collapse of the witchcraft civilization. Wear it and your power will crush all living beings. The price is that the mask slowly gets to know you. The day it fully recognizes you, you will no longer be you.
And what Li Cangming was wearing was the last one.
It can control the remaining seventeen sub-faces.
In other words - the seventeen brothers under his command who have been through life and death are becoming part of the mask one by one.
When the last brother's mask became hot, Li Cangming pulled out the knife.
Is it killing? Or become their master?
Super nice novel