Those gorgeously dressed people were the heads of the Xu family, the Wang family, the Su family, and the Fang family among the eight major families of Ten Thousand Swords City.

Seeing a few of them coming, Zhao Yukun also got up and said, "I don't know if the four family heads are coming, and they are not far away. ”

Although Zhao Yukun's face was smiling, he was muttering in his heart, he knew that at this time, there would be no good thing for these four family heads to come over.

Zhao Yukun continued to ask, "I wonder what the four family heads have to say when they come to the Humble House today?"

At this time, the head of the Su family, Su Yu smiled and said: "Don't dare to be a teacher, we old guys are here, do we have a request?"

Zhao Yukun's eyes had become fierce at this time, and he said, "What kind of request?"

The head of the Su family, Su Yu said: "A few of us, you want the head of the Zhao family to erect a sculpture for the head of the Leng family in the Zhao family, Leng Yue." Of course, the money for this sculpture can be paid by my Su family. ”

Zhao Yukun said coldly: "When did your Su family have a relationship with the Leng family?"

At this time, the head of the Fang family, Fang Li suddenly knelt down, Fang Li is seventy-eight years old this year, the oldest of the four family heads, but now Fang Li, the old man, knelt down, he said with tears in his eyes: "Fang family master, count me old man beg you, my grandson's plague, looking for five or six doctors to no avail, old man, I didn't sleep all night last night." Then I inexplicably remembered a voice in my ears, and that voice said, as long as a statue is erected for Leng Yue, the head of the Leng family, in the Zhao family, my grandson's illness will be cured, not only my grandson, but also the plague in the entire Ten Thousand Swords City will be cured. The head of the Zhao family, this is a great thing for the benefit of the country and the people!"

The head of the Wang family, Wang Guodong, also said: "What the head of the Fang family said is right, if you erect a sculpture for Leng Yue and the plague stops, it will be a great achievement for both you and the Zhao family." ”

Zhao Yukun said: "Could it be that the son of the head of your Wang family is also sick?"

Wang Guodong was silent for a while before slowly nodding and saying, "Yes." ”

At this time, the head of the Xu family, who had not spoken, Xu Zhanlong said: "You see that Leng Yue erects a sculpture, you will not lose anything, can you wait for this illness to end, and then destroy that sculpture?"

Zhao Yukun said: "Then why didn't your Xu family build a sculpture for the Leng family and that Leng Yue?"

The head of the Xu family, Xu Longzhan said: "Building a sculpture for her in my house can't stop this plague." If building a sculpture in my house can stop the plague, I will immediately go home and build a big sculpture for her. ”

At this time, the elder of the Zhao family, Zhao Xuan pointed at the head of the Xu family, Xu Longzhan's nose and scolded: "Where were you when our Zhao family was bullied by the Zhu family, the Chen family and his bastard Leng family, none of you came to help us, and now you are in trouble, but you want us to help you, what is the reason!"

Xu Longzhan said: "Have you seen what has become in this Ten Thousand Swords City now, you old thing go out and see, how many people die every day outside, now as long as you erect a sculpture for Leng Yue's mother-in-law, you can make this plague, that damn plague, stop it completely, why don't you do it." If you don't do it, then those people in Ten Thousand Swords City who died because of the plague were killed by you!

Zhao Yukun yelled: "You guys go out, my Zhao family will not erect a sculpture for Leng Yue's mother-in-law! As for this plague, there must be other ways!"

Xu Longzhan said: "The surname is Zhao, you are not saving you when you see death! You are killing people!"

After saying this, Xu Longzhan fell to the ground, everyone here was startled, no one would have thought that he was still alive just now, pointing at Zhao Yukun's nose and scolding the head of the Xu family, Xu Longzhan fell like this, without any warning.

The elder of the Zhao family, Zhao Wende, put his hand in front of his nose and was no longer breathing.

Zhao Wende lifted his clothes again, and there were more than a dozen black pustules on his back, the size of grapes.

Seeing this scene, the other three heads of the family hurriedly retreated and went out.

Zhao Yukun said: "Come on, take out this person's body and burn it!"

As soon as Zhao Yukun finished speaking, two family members walked in and dragged Xu Longzhan's body out expressionlessly.

Zhao Yukun said, "Do you want to stay in my Zhao Mansion for dinner?"

At this time, the head of the Su family, Su Yu said, "No need. ”

After speaking, Su Yu left.

After Su Yu left, Wang Guodong also said: "I'd better go home and see my son, thank you for your kindness." ”

In the end, the eldest Fang family, the head of the family, Fang Li, said: "That old man also went back, that proposal, my old man persuaded you, think about it." ”

After a few of them left, Zhao Yukun spread out on the chair.

At this time, the elder of the Zhao family, Zhao Danping said: "I don't know what happened to the head of the family who summoned us over?"

Zhao Yukun sighed and said, "I also want to ask if you can set up a sculpture for Leng Yue in the Zhao family." I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed of a cold moon. Leng Yue said that as long as she was given a sculpture in the Zhao family, where she died, the plague would stop. ”

Zhao Xuan said: "This is really an unheard of strange story. ”

Zhao Wende said: "Family master, do you believe this?"

Zhao Yukun said: "The current situation is not a question of whether I believe it or not, but that I have no other way to control the plague now." ”

Zhao Danping said: "If we set up a sculpture of the head of her Leng family in the Zhao family, then we should put the face of the Zhao family in this Ten Thousand Swords City in the future!"

Zhao Weicheng said: "However, if we don't erect a sculpture, then will we just wait for the people in this Ten Thousand Swords City to die, die?"

Zhao Tianqing said: "Do you approve of erecting a sculpture of Leng Yue for her in the Zhao family!"

Zhao Weicheng said: "Then is there any other way you can stop this plague?"

No one spoke, because no one had a way to stop the plague, so they were all silent, and some were already shaken. If a sculpture of Leng Yue could stop this plague, then he would be willing, after all, life is more important than face.

——

The day is over again, and today's day is a warm sunny day. But in the Zhao Mansion, there was not the slightest smile from anyone in the entire Ten Thousand Swords City. Whether it is a family member or a maid, there is only one expression on their faces, and that is numbness.

You can't see joy, you can't see sadness, you can't see any emotion.

They are human beings, but they don't look human because they don't feel the slightest human breath in them. On the contrary, if you stand next to them, there will be a feeling of discomfort. It had nothing to do with whether they had the plague or not.

It's a kind of temperament that emanates from their bodies, and when you walk up to them, you will feel uncomfortable for no reason.

People are dying every day, and the number of people dying is increasing every day.

Now you may see some people on the streets of Ten Thousand Swords, who look fine and have nothing wrong, but they may fall to the ground in the next second, and they will never get up again.

Many people in Ten Thousand Swords City wanted to leave here, to leave this terrible plague-plagued Ten Thousand Swords City.

But they couldn't get out, because the gate of Ten Thousand Swords City had been sealed by the people of the Zhao family. No one can go out, and no one can come in.

——

It's a new day, another sunny day, and another day where the plague is rampant.

But this day was very different from the previous day. Because there are a lot of ordinary people squeezed into this door.

They stood in the open space of the Zhao family and shouted: "We want to see the head of the Zhao family, we want to see the head of the Zhao family, we want to see the head of the Zhao family......"

Those people in the Ten Thousand Swords City gathered in the open space of the Zhao family and roared angrily, saying over and over again: "We want to see the head of the Zhao family!"

At this time, Zhao Yukun walked out of the house, he was very tired in the past few days, but in the face of these people, Zhao Yukun still reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

At this time, a skinny, white-haired old man came out and said, "We ask for a sculpture for Leng Yue in Zhao's house!"

After Zhao Yukun heard this, his expression had become complicated, but he said patiently: "Old man, why did you make such a request?"

At this time, a gray-haired old woman said: "Because of the sculpture for Leng Yue, this harmful plague will stop, and there will be no more dead people in Ten Thousand Swords City." ”

Zhao Yukun said: "Who are you listening to?"

Then a young man said, "I dreamed it in a dream. ”

Zhao Yukun said: "Do you think a dream is reliable?"

After Zhao Yukun said this, the young man stopped talking.

But another middle-aged woman dressed in sackcloth said, "Dreams are unreliable, but do you have any other way to cure the plague?"

As soon as the middle-aged woman spoke, this time it was Zhao Yukun's turn to be speechless.

At this time, the chaotic voices in the crowd became uniform, and they asked Zhao Yukun in an angry tone: "Do you have any other way to treat the plague?!Do you have any other way to treat the plague?!Do you have any other way to treat the plague?!Do you have any other way to treat the plague......

Zhao Yukun could only say: "Not yet, but there will be." ”

At this time, someone in the crowd said: "By the time you had a way, we would have died of illness a long time ago, you big families will never live or die for us ordinary people." ”

Then the crowd shouted together: "Yes, you big families have never cared about the lives of ordinary people like us. ”

One of them said again: "And why did your Zhao family send someone to close the gate of Ten Thousand Swords City, if you Zhao family want to die, don't drag us to bury you!"

Zhao Yukun said: "The purpose of closing the gate of Ten Thousand Swords City is to prevent the plague from spreading outside of Ten Thousand Swords City. ”

The uncle said again: "But I didn't get the plague, I want to leave Ten Thousand Swords City now!"

Zhao Yukun said in a tough tone: "No, now everyone in Ten Thousand Swords City can't leave Ten Thousand Swords City until the plague is over!"

The middle-aged uncle was furious and said, "Why are you so unreasonable!"

A young man standing next to the middle-aged uncle said: "In their big family, there is no one who is reasonable, and no one is a good thing!"

Then another group of people chimed in: "That's it, that is, no one in your big family is reasonable, and there is no good thing!"

At this time, the middle-aged uncle who was talking jumped like an eagle and flew up, and he was still holding a sword in his hand, which was pointed at Zhao Yukun.

Although the sword in the uncle's hand was not a good sword, or even a sword that did not enter the stream, the sword aura exuded by the sword in the uncle's hand was unusually powerful. How much sword energy a sword can exude depends on two things, the first is the cultivation of the person holding the sword himself, and the second depends on the sword.

Obviously, this sword didn't think it was a good sword, it was just an ordinary sword that could be bought for a small amount of money in the blacksmith shop in Ten Thousand Swords City. But this uncle himself must have this good strength.

If it is somewhere else, although this uncle's swordsmanship is not a rare swordsmanship in the world, it is definitely a very powerful swordsmanship, which can impress many people.

However, this is in Ten Thousand Swords City, the Zhao family, the head of the eight major families.

I saw that the uncle stabbed over with a sword, Zhao Yukun didn't have a sword in his hand, he also saw the sword in the uncle's hand, he also knew that the sword was facing himself, and he could also feel the murderous intent hidden by that sword and that move.

But he didn't dodge. Just raised one hand, stretched out two fingers, and with such a clamp between the two fingers, he caught the sword.

The uncle's sword couldn't go an inch further.

Then everyone only heard three crisp sounds, "Bang Bang Bang" After three sounds, the sword in the uncle's hand broke.

The uncle's face still didn't change, he threw the sword with only the hilt left on the ground, slowly walked over to Zhao Yukun, and said: "You kill me, anyway, if you don't kill me, we will die in the end, we will die of the plague, and none of us can escape!"

The uncle spoke loudly, and he looked at Zhao Yukun with wide eyes, like a fierce tiger staring at his prey.

But by the time he had said this, the ferocity in his eyes had vanished, and two lines of cloudy tears flowed from his eyes, drawing two shallow tear streaks along his cheeks.

Zhao Yukun said, "Aren't you still dead?"

The uncle said, "You refuse to erect a sculpture for the cold moon, and there is no other way to cure the plague, and we can't get out, what else can we do?"

Zhao Yukun stopped talking, he knew that people were facing the fear of this unknown disease, even if you were lucky and didn't get sick, but when you saw the dead people everywhere on the street, there was no way not to be afraid.

——

In the current Ten Thousand Swords City, the Zhao family is reluctant to erect a sculpture for Leng Yue.

But there is a square in the center of Ten Thousand Swords City, and a sculpture has been erected on the square in recent days, and this sculpture is not the sculpture of the cold moon, but the faith of the Gad Empire, the sculpture of the angel.

This sculpture was created by more than a hundred blacksmiths in the City of Ten Thousand Swords in recent days. The reason is that a blacksmith had a dream at night when he was sleeping, and a scene appeared in the dream -

A group of wounded people knelt down in front of the angelic statue, and when they stood up, they were all fully healed.

The blacksmith sensed the angel's call, and then pulled a group of blacksmiths who were the same as him, and it took three days to build this sculpture. It stood in the center of the Square of Ten Thousand Swords City. Soon many people came to bow down.

They are ordinary people who can't be in the ordinary world, who have no special contributions to this world, and have not done anything bad.

They prayed that they would not get the plague, and that their families would not get the plague. There are also some family members who have unfortunately contracted the damned plague and are begging their parents or sons not to die of the plague.

"Great angel, please bless my whole family. ”

"Bless my beloved, O great angel, over the plague, I cannot live without him. ”

"Great angel, bless my son to defeat the plague!"

"Great angel, bless my father for victory over the plague!"

"Great angel, please bless my son-in-law to defeat the plague!"

"Great angel, please bless my mother to defeat the plague and recover her health!"

"Great angel, please bless my brother to defeat the plague and recover his health!"

At first, he just bowed, and then he knelt down and whispered his wishes to the angels. But then, it changed, and it became one person with a whip and another person. For I don't know who said it, but the plague was spread by angels to punish those who were guilty.

Then someone whipped another person in the middle of the square of the City of Ten Thousand Swords, in front of the angel's sculpture, because the angel could see that he had deeply realized his sins and was already punishing himself. Ask for the angel's forgiveness.

——

Marc looked at Xia Jia and said, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

Xia Jia said: "No. ”

Marc said, "Are you scared?"

Xia Jia said: "Originally, I wasn't afraid, but now that so many people have died, I'm a little scared. ”

Marc said, "Do you want to leave here, leave the Zhao family, leave the City of Ten Thousand Swords." ”

Xia Jia said: "I had this idea a few days ago. ”

Marc said, "Then I'll go and talk to the head of the Zhao family and see if he can let you out of here?"

Xia Jia took Marke's hand and asked, "Are you going with me?"

Marc said: "I can't leave, I'm going to stay here and wait for Zhao Mingwei to come back." ”

Xia Jia said: "If you don't go, I won't go." ”

"It's dangerous here," Marc said. ”

Xia Jia said: "Aren't you dangerous if I'm dangerous?"

Marc said, "I'm not like you. ”

Xia Jiawen said angrily: "What's the difference, you say, you say it." ”

"I'm a man......"

Before Mark's words could be finished, he was interrupted by Xia Jia. Xia Jia said: "What's wrong with the man, it's the man who is amazing!"

Marc immediately waved his hand and said, "No, it's not ......"

Marc is also very helpless now, he can't explain it even if he has eight mouths now, not to mention that he only has one mouth.

At this moment, seeing Marke, who wanted to speak, but couldn't find the right words, Xia Jia suddenly smiled, she smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I won't be angry." ”

After Xia Jia finished saying this, Marc finally stopped being nervous and smiled awkwardly.

Xia Jia took Marke's hand and said, "As long as you don't go, I won't go, where you are, I will be there." ”

Marc held Xia Jia's hand tightly, Xia Jia's hand was warm and soft, and Marc himself didn't notice it at this time, and his eyes had already flashed golden tears.

Xia Jia pressed her head tightly against Mark's chest, listening to his heartbeat, and in this way confirmed that he was alive and that he was still alive. At this moment, Marke's heartbeat seemed to have become the best music in this Tianwu Continent. It was a unique music, music that belonged to her alone.

Marc hugged Xia Jia and felt an unprecedented warmth, a feeling he had never experienced before, and it could not be described in any words. If it is said that in the current situation of Ten Thousand Swords City, this kind of plague is raging and can take a person's life in a minute, it is impossible to say that he Marke is not afraid at all.

But now that he has Xia Jia by his side, having Xia Jia by his side can make him forget his fear for a while. He knew that if the plague befell him, Xia Jia would not be able to do anything at all. But now he doesn't want to leave Xia Jia at all, and he can't do without Xia Jia.

——

Ten Thousand Swords City, Zhao Mansion, in front of the open space in the hall.

At this moment, in the open space of the Zhao Mansion, the people in the Ten Thousand Swords City were still crowded into the Zhao Mansion, and the noisy chaos turned into a pot of porridge. Their people were divided into two parts. Some people asked the Zhao Mansion to be the head of the Leng family, and Leng Yue erected a sculpture.

The purpose was to stop the plague so that he could live.

The other part of the people asked the people of the Zhao family to open the gate of Ten Thousand Swords City so that they could let themselves out.

The purpose is still to be able to survive for yourself.

At this time, a voice came out, a voice that made Zhao Yukun a little scared. A figure that no one expected.

The voice came from a man's mouth, but it wasn't a man's voice, it was a woman's voice.

When this voice came out, everyone was startled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. Everyone here knows this woman's voice, and they will never forget it for the rest of their lives, this voice is the voice of the dead Leng family, the head of the family, and Leng Yue.