Jiang Ti's scalp was numb, his legs and feet were weak, as if he had been poured lead, he couldn't step over, and his arms were raised, but he couldn't lift them.

opened his mouth, trembled his lips, and shouted, "Stop!" "Stop!" , but he can't even hear what he says, and he can't hear his own voice, just one by one.......

Everyone around Fu Chun, looking at the dark red all over the ground, anyone who is one step closer to the distance can't get up, the dead are still good fortune tellers, and the screams of those who can't die, the people who shout really want to take out their internal organs, all of them have tight scalps, and their hearts are very empty.

One is not good, he is the person lying on the ground, he can't die, only he can die alive, the hand holding the knife can't help but tremble, his eyes are full of fear, he retreats again and again, stepping on a few people behind him, his body falls to the ground, some can't stand up, and some roll and crawl behind people.

There are a few who give themselves strength, and wave the unknown murder weapon in their hands in the air indiscriminately, without any rules, not an attack, it seems that the fear in their hearts is too uneasy, move casually, and quickly uncover the silence time of this unbearable confrontation, if they are in a rapid battle, they will not think about this, what makes people unbearable is this kind of waiting for the verdict of their own death, I really want to rush over, let that person hack himself to death, forget it, I don't have to suffer this torment. When I really want to die, I clutch to the tail of time, unwilling to let go, but I covet the taste of this world, remember that I have a lot of things to do, and think of all kinds of worldly connections related to me......

There were also a few young men who were still bowing down with their legs apart, looking at Fu Chun vigilantly, to block the momentum of this attack, and they didn't dare to rush forward again.

At this time, the crying and moaning finally stopped, and what remained in the world was the last painful spasm, the outstretched fingers still grasping something in the air, and finally the hand hung down weakly.

Wen Qi looked at Fu Chun standing in a pool of blood, the wind pulled a few strands of hair and danced wildly, rubbing his pale cheeks.

The ribbon on his head was splashed dark red, and he was entwined with the wind, like a roar, like a cry, like a whisper.

The head was slightly lowered, the long eyelashes hid the twisted eyes, the nose seemed to have no breath, and the thin lips were tightly pursed into a line.

The stiff figure stood there motionless for a long time, his legs apart, his hand holding a big knife and his body at an angle of 45 degrees obliquely, the tip of the knife rubbed against the ground, and the cold light of the handle in the light was terrifying, such Fu Chun, when he killed people, he was like a devil in hell, and his body was only a single sad, at this time he could only be a colorless knife, if it was a knife with a heart, he could only drip blood in his heart. Looking at Fu Chun like this, I had mixed feelings in my heart, this is the first time I have a bad evaluation of Fu Chun since the beginning, the first time I don't know who is right and who is wrong, the first time I don't know whether the sun is white or not, and whether the night is black.

Wen Qi squinted, not knowing if his heart was still beating, looking at everything in front of him, he seemed to feel the touch of the wind caressing his fingers, but he didn't seem to feel anything, everything in front of him seemed to stop, and it seemed to be just a picture, flashing in front of him, flashing. It was in the middle of Wenqi's numbness.

Behind the more than 1,000 people gathered around Fu Chun, more than 10,000 people gathered, and from behind those people were more than 2,000 guards, of course, all of them were wounded guards.

Seeing this bloody scene, there was silence all over the place, no one spoke, although there were many people, there was no sound, and the silence was strange.

Then rushed over Song Zhutou organized people to push dozens of carts of steamed buns, still steaming, seeing this scene, the guys in the cart had weak legs, on the car, the car was crooked, and a few steamed buns fell from the car, and the bones rolled into the pool of blood, the white steamed buns, steaming, half of them were dyed dark red, red and white, and this picture actually had a cold and deep sense of horror!

Wen Qi mechanically pulled Song Zhutou into the crowd, cleared his throat, and whispered without any emotion or color: "Line up, eat steamed buns, one per person, put down the food in your hand!" ”

Seeing that everyone hesitated, Wen Qi cleared his throat again: "How difficult it is to survive after escaping a life from the disaster." Don't be a revenant under the knife again, there will be nothing after death. ”

He pulled Jiang Yan next to him and pushed him to the front: "Let's see who this is?" This is a parent official in Wuzhi County, Lord Jiang!

Before Lord Jiang came, he promised that he would not let everyone go hungry. Folks, don't make a mistake, otherwise these people will wait for the end! ”

patted Song Zhutou, Song Zhutou's shoulder was patted down, and Wen Qi said: "Brother Song, hurry up and organize the brothers to divide the steamed buns!" ”

Wen Qi picked up a steamed bun, handed it to an old woman and said, "Eat!" He handed it to a young man again, took off the food on the young man's back, it was quite heavy, Wen Qi staggered for a moment, and said to the young man without emotion: "Eat!" ”

Wen Qi pointed to the steamed bun behind him and said, "Everyone, aren't you hungry?" ”

The victim swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and someone still said intermittently: "No, no, no, yes, it's poisonous, right?" ”

Wen Qi took one from the car and took a few bites in front of everyone: "I'm going to die, I'll die in front of you." ”

Those victims put down the food in their hands and rushed up, and Fu Chun's long sword blocked: "Line up!" ”

This time, these people learned to be obedient, and they all lined up in the back.

The injured guards didn't care about their own injuries, and went with Song Zhutou to appease the people.

At this time, Wen Qi listened to the sound of "oh ....." behind him, Jiang Yi softened on the ground, and touched his face with his fat hand: "Give me a sword, it's a pleasure to die, it's too bad to die and live like this!" ”

Wen Qi went to pick up Jiang Yan, but Jiang Yan said that he didn't get up at all.

After the victims lined up to get the steamed buns, they all devoured them, and after a while, they solved the two steamed buns in their hands, and after filling their stomachs, the tight strings were also loosened, and they were all paralyzed on the ground, and after a while, a large number of people were humming and chirping.

There are still half of the strong men who have not eaten the steamed buns in the back of the row, and then they threw the steamed buns in their hands down, pointed at Wen Qi and said: "What kind of thing, this is playing us, isn't it giving us steamed buns, what kind of selfishness is hidden here, there is no poison, it is a deceit!" What are they humming, Lao Tzu is dead, don't be killed by your group of miscreants in this way, brothers, fight, Lao Tzu can't look down on this group of things that can't be on the table, phew! Bird stuff! ”

Wen Qi looked at the men who fell to the ground, and sighed, before the sigh fell, he had been grabbed by a big man, and his other hand was about to smash Wen Qi's face. The hand did not fall, only to hear the bone "click!" The sound of the hand bones hung on the wrist, and a painful "Ah! "Ahh Voices. It was Fu Chun who caught the man's punch.

The man cursed in his mouth.

Fu Chun said: "Shut up." ”

pointed to Wen Qi beside him, and said to everyone: "He is a doctor, his master is a famous Miaoyan servant, if he has the intention to harm you, you will not even have a humming sound, now you are already a dead person, there is a reason for it, shut up, let him show you!" ”

The men who came around looked suspicious.

Wen Qi looked at the men lying on the ground and moaned and said, "Do you feel angina?" Feeling sick in the stomach? Still a little upward? ”

The men on the ground nodded.

Wen Qi sighed and said: "Everyone has been soaking in the disaster area for a long time, and the water and rice have not been eaten for more than a day, and they have consumed so much physical strength just now, and their minds are frightened, and there is nothing in their stomachs for a long time, and everyone is eating so urgently, which causes discomfort, everyone will be fine after a while." If it is severe, you can stroke your hand to the throat, through the Tanzhong acupoint and Tianshu acupoint, that is, from the throat to the abdomen, from top to bottom, it will slow down after a quarter of an hour, and the symptoms will disappear after half an hour. ”

Wen Qi saw that everyone was not moving, Wen Qi said: "Now that this is the case, you might as well try it, if it doesn't work, you don't need to do it, I ask myself to apologize for my sin, it's all right." ”

Seeing that everyone was skeptical, Wen Qi stretched out his finger and swore to the sky: "What I said to the strong man just now, if there is half a lie, I will be miserable for the rest of my life in the future!" Looking at everyone: "That's all right!" ”

Everyone did what Wen Qi said, and after half an hour, the symptoms disappeared, and at this time, everyone looked at Wen Qi's first-class and no longer looked at him hostilely.

In this way, Wen Qi and Jiang Yi did a lot of reassurance work to persuade everyone to leave, and there was still a lot of aftermath work.

After the victims of the disaster are gone.

Fu Chun knelt beside the pile of corpses, slammed his head three times, and after his head was raised, he slammed three more times.

Wen Qi looked wrong and went to pull Fu Chun, Fu Chun pushed Wen Qi away, and Wen Qi fell to the ground again.

Fu Chun slammed three more times, then turned each corpse face up, took out the head, put it on the neck, and then went to find the arms and legs, whether it was dirty or not, his face was a little itchy, and he wiped his face with the bloody hand. Continuing to find the limbs of each corpse, the guards next to him saw this scene and did this silently, and after doing it, they loaded the corpses into the cart and pushed them towards the mass grave.

Wen Qi looked at this bloody scene, and for the first time did not accuse King Rui, not fear, but empty in his heart, life was like quicksand in his hand, he couldn't grasp it, he died like this, it was meaningless to die, King Rui was right, these people were right, who is God playing?

After everything was arranged, it was already late at night, and Wen Qi fell asleep next to the pool of blood, so tired!

After Fu Chun came back, he left more than 1,000 guards behind and strengthened the defense of the granary, of course, these guards also had injuries, but they were all small injuries outside the skin, and there was nothing to hinder them.

Fu Chun was covered with dirt, and he didn't care whether Wen Qi disliked it or not, put Wen Qi on his back, and walked towards the mansion with Jiang Yan step by step, silently followed by the bloodstained guards of more than 1,000 people.