“操！”ish猛地从床上弹起来，一屁股蹲在地上，低头一看，手心还沾着血，黏糊糊的疼。他记得昨晚好像和谁干架来着，具体情况有点模糊，只记得眼前一黑就晕过去了。现在一看，旁边地板上躺着个人，穿着一身破破烂烂的粗布衣服，看装束像是某个小兵。

ish皱了皱眉，这小子身上还有股酒气，看样子也是喝多了。他伸出脚想把那小子踢开，但低头一看，怎么有点不对劲？自己这手怎么是红色的？他眨了眨眼，又低头看了看，妈的，血！

“嘶……”ish抽了抽牙关，疼得他倒吸一口凉气。昨天好像是用牙齿咬住了什么，难道是……他连忙搬开地上的尸体，捡起来那件粗布衣服仔细一看，衣服上赫然印着一个牙印，正是他的。

“操！”ish忍不住又骂了一句，这可如何是好？他迅速穿好衣服，抓起地上的匕首，头也不回地冲了出去。

streets of Chang'an were chaotic, the sound of horns and drums was constant, and the war drums were drums. People from all walks of life were bustling back and forth, some were buying and selling, some were watching the excitement, and some were rushing to escape the danger.

ish, disguised as a Northern Wei general, strode among the crowd. He saw a group of bandits robbing a merchant, and without hesitation, he rushed over and cut them down. The merchant was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you, hero!"

ish waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, just doing my duty."