An hour later.

The City Lord's Mansion is in sight.

After bypassing the patrols of several waves of Demon Spider Clan warriors, the two of them came to the vicinity of the City Lord's Mansion.

But as far as the eye could see, the scene they saw still made the two of them feel even heavier.

"Looks like it's not spared. Ye Qingyu stopped and sighed.

The former City Lord's Mansion is the most prosperous place in the entire Streamer City, and it is also the most majestic place, just like the Divine Palace, representing the greatest glory and majesty of the Streamer City, and it is the center of the government decree.

But at this time, all prosperity has been reduced to coke ruins.

In the past, the mainstay of Streamer City, the palace was full of palaces, resplendent and splendid, and the city lord's mansion was as powerful as a palace, but it also became a ruined ruin at this time.

Under several collapsed barriers, several small demon beast jackals with red eyes were snatching and biting the remnants of the Terrans that had been discarded at will by the Demon Spider Warriors.

On the bones of the gnawed meat residue, there are still maggots and flies that are arching and encroaching.

In the sky.

Some blood-eyed vultures were locking on the Terran corpses that had just been cut into pieces, and a few swoops and pounced, grabbing and pecking away the corpse pieces thrown by the demon warriors at random, and swallowing them.

In addition, on the ruins of this broken brick and tile, there are rows of dense torture pillars, and at the top of the black and shiny torture pillars, there are countless heads and corpses, all of which are dead human races, at least tens of thousands of heads, of all ages, this cruel picture, people can't help but feel chills at a glance.

These heads, in addition to the Terran martyrs who rebelled against the Demon Spider Clan, also included some Lao Tzu and some innocent children, young children and young women.

To Ye Qingyu's surprise, outside the City Lord's Mansion and outside the Ruined Mansion, it was not the soldiers of the Demon Spider Clan who were stationed, but some Terran nobles and forces who were stationed and patrolling.

These Terran warriors all wore armbands with red spider patterns on a black background on their arms, and they obviously had defected to the Demon Spider Clan and become traitors.

These shameless betrayers are still shouting loudly, loudly proclaiming the kindness of the Demon Spider Clan.

A trace of killing intent flashed in Ye Qingyu's eyes.

At this moment of crisis, these people who saw the situation and fell down, rebelled and became lackeys of the enemy army, and even in order to curry favor with the Demon Spider Clan, it is not an exaggeration to trample on the human race against their compatriots, Ye Qingyu has already judged them in his heart, no matter what, when he inquires about the news from all walks of life, he must kill these people.

"See, this is the end of the rebellion against the Protoss. ”

"Everyone up there deserves to die, because they dare to oppose the great Demon Spider Protoss. ”

"Be honest with each of them, if I hear someone say a bad word about the Demon Spider Protoss, I'll kill them. "

The betrayers were screaming frantically, like a pack of grinning jackals with bared teeth but no backbone, and their faces were abominable.

Ye Qingyu stood in the distance, carefully remembering the faces of each of them.

"I know ......"

Hu Bugui suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on one of the copper pillars.

Ye Qingyu followed his gaze.

It was the head of a young man, the right side of his skull had been cut in half, and his face was covered in stab wounds and burnt wounds.

"That's the hall master of the Juyi Hall. He's a true chivalrous man......"

A trace of respect flashed in Hu Bugui's eyes, and his figure was solemn.

Immediately afterward, he recognized several Terran knights and generals with only their heads left, all of whom were well-known loyal and brave warriors in Streamer City.

Ye Qingyu has been standing quietly aside, carefully identifying them one by one through Hu Bugui's eyes.

These corpses were warriors who fought to the end with their last breath.

Their scarred and mutilated heads are in stark contrast to the obscene and rebellious men outside the ruins.

"They don't deserve to be treated like this, even if they die in battle, they should be buried in peace. ”

Hu Bugui said softly.

"Yes, we're going to bury them. Ye Qingyu's eyes also became resolute.

With anger burning in their hearts, the two men walked towards the ruins.

......

Under the ruins of the Lord's Mansion.

"Hahaha...... Tomorrow will be the death of the last group of miscellaneous people who will resist my Divine Martial Demon Spider Legion!"

"It's still Chen Gongzi who has foresight, after the Demon Clan Divine Army broke the city, we immediately preemptively showed goodwill, handed over the topographic map of Streamer City and the treasures of the family, and finally let the Demon Spider Clan not kill us, and entrusted us with a heavy task to treat us differently. ”

A man with a thief's eyebrows and a huge black mole in the corner of his eye had a flattering look.

The so-called Chen Gongzi is a young man who looks like he is only in his early twenties, dressed in white, quite handsome, and a little bookish, at this time he gently shook the folding fan in his hand, and he also had a smug face, and his breath was extremely gloomy, and he was not a good bird at first glance.

Several other betrayers laughed in agreement.

"Haha, yes, yes, it's not like these fools, who don't even have their lives at this time, and what are they talking about. ”

"Those who resist the most fiercely, there are less than a hundred hard bones left, haha, after tomorrow we will execute them all at once, let's hang their heads on these bronze pillars, and see who dares to easily resist the Divine Demon Spider Legion. ”

A few more people wearing armbands gathered around, smiling smugly.

Ye Qingyu and the two of them have come to the front at this time.

However, after hearing the conversation between these people, the footsteps of the two people suddenly stopped, glanced at each other, saw each other's eyes, understood each other's thoughts, and temporarily suppressed the intention to make a move.

After a slight hesitation, the two tacitly understood and turned to leave.

They didn't make a move because they heard that there was still a group of imprisoned Terrans who rebelled against the martyrs.

This news is the biggest and best message they have received so far.

Burying the corpses of martyrs, cleaning up the villains who betrayed the Terrans, these are not in a hurry, the most urgent thing at present is to rescue the imprisoned martyrs, otherwise once they rashly act at this time, they will alarm the Demon Spider Clan, and those Terran warriors who are still imprisoned are afraid that they will be more than lucky.

Inevitably startled, the two chose to endure for the time being.

"Let's find a place where there are more people to live in, and then I'll find out the news. Hu Bugui suggested.

Ye Qingyu nodded.

That's all there is to it for now.

At this time, an inn not far away, which was still open, attracted their attention.

Ye Qingyu glanced at the plaque that was randomly placed on the side of the store door and was a little broken-

[South Building].

"Hmm, I also came to this inn when I came to Streamer City last time, but I didn't expect it to be open?"

Ye Qingyu was slightly surprised.

He has an impression of this inn, and all the decorations in the store are placed facing south, which is unique.

On that day, the business of this inn was extremely prosperous, because of its proximity to the city lord's mansion, it was full of high-ranking officials and nobles, and high-rollers who spent a lot of money

At the entrance of the inn, about thirty or forty displaced refugees gathered at this time, all of them with dull eyes, yellow faces, thin muscles, and ragged clothes. The dozens of refugees were holding a clay bowl of different sizes, looking forward to some leftovers that the boss would give away for free after the inn closed every day.

From time to time, I saw a young shopkeeper in the inn come out and give some leftovers to the refugees.

"The owner of this inn has a good heart. Ye Qingyu's face showed a rare trace of warmth.

Along the way, he saw too much cruelty and violence, which made Ye Qingyu feel very bad, but the scene at the door of the passenger station in front of him suddenly made him feel that the human race was not hopeless.

In this world, there may be wicked people, even many wicked people, but there will definitely be good people.

Like those who died against the martyrs.

Such as the innkeeper in front of him, and the young shopkeeper.

Ye Qingyu thought for a while and said, "It's better to live in this inn first, it's close to the City Lord's Mansion, and there are a lot of people. ”

Hu Bugui nodded in agreement.

When the two came to the door of the inn, the young shopkeeper came out and greeted them warmly.

The two entered the lobby of the inn and sat down, and ordered two bowls of noodles casually.

"The two guest officers are a bit of a face. A young and beautiful young woman with a gentle temperament came out from behind the shopkeeper's counter, carrying a pot of wine and putting it on the table with a smile.

She is the hostess of this inn.

The young proprietress had two mountain peach blossoms pinned to her thick black bun, a jade bone hairpin as green as ink was loosely tied behind her head, her blue eyes were like a clear spring, her body was slender and slender, and her moon-white skirt was covered with a yellow gauze robe, and the hem of the dress was embroidered with the outline of a few pale pink peaches.

Ye Qingyu's heart moved, and he said casually: "I just came to the city today, but I didn't expect that the streamer giant city, which was known as the city that never sleeps, would become like this. ”

"The world changes, the vicissitudes of life, there is no eternal giant city. The young proprietress said lightly.

I don't know why, Ye Qingyu vaguely felt that there was a little bit of caution in her tone.

The pasta ordered came up quickly.

The young proprietress turned to leave, went to the counter, and said something to another young man behind the counter.

And the young man guarding at the counter should be the owner of the inn, with a fair complexion, elegant appearance, and a rather extraordinary temperament, with three strands of white hair in the bundle of hair interspersed with black hair, holding a three-finger and wide wolf-thick pen in his hand, while talking to the proprietress about something, while bowing his head and writing something on the bamboo board.

In the lobby of the inn, in addition to Hu Bugui, there were about thirty or forty people, a little more than expected, all of them looked full of sadness, talking about something in twos and threes, like frightened birds, their expressions were full of vigilance.

Ye Qingyu carefully observed the surrounding environment, although everything seemed normal, he always felt as if something was wrong.

A bolt of lightning flashed in Ye Qingyu's mind.

He suddenly realized something.

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The second watch, and the first watch, continue to code words.

What appears in front of you now is a diligent and hard-working knife - called a knife, don't call Uncle Dao, I am only twenty-one years old