Bai Yunfei's sword was stained with blood.

What time it is, like a drizzle that has just fallen.

Soon it mixed with the rain that was getting heavier and heavier.

He looked up and looked at the cloudy sky. There was something inexplicable about the rain, and he knew it. It's just that now he doesn't have a lot of ways out.

A day and a half, this can be regarded as the limit of Feng Changqing and his arrival in this world.

Besides, the two of them could only use one-fifth of their strength.

And he looked at the detached corpse on the ground, and now, between his fight with the man, he had earned it.

This guy is one of the few loyal retainers of the Feng family. So, he died. He was unable to pull his bowstring until he died. The shapeshifter's bloodline abilities didn't allow him to avoid death.

He looked at the city gate that had already been opened, and walked towards the city step by step with Liezan.

The minced flesh and entrails beneath his feet were nothing, and blood soaked every piece of land along the city walls. The battle on the other walls isn't over yet, but it's almost over.

A sword swung through the throat of a Tang soldier who was hiding in the corpse and was seriously injured and wanted to raise a crossbow and shoot an arrow, and the blood stains on the sword were wiped away by the rain.

He put it away, as if he had done a trivial thing—

Divide-Cut-Line -

White Water woke up.

In the dark, Zhao Qian clearly saw the girl calmly open her eyes and get up, although he didn't see it very clearly because of the light, but he still knew.

Perception almost three times that of an average human makes him exceptionally acute.

He quietly walked step by step towards the white coffin in front of him.

Ordinary normal people will never use coffins of this color for funerals. It's either red or black.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The coffin board moved, and the contents seemed to be stimulated by the growing smell of blood in the air. And the zombies that were originally motionless at the bottom woke up little by little because of the things in the coffin.

Two more steps forward.

He stopped.

Originally, Zhao Qian's plan was to push this coffin down directly.

Now, it seems, it's simpler.

He looked earnestly at the coffin in front of him, the bottom plate of this thing was connected to the raised floor under his feet.

It's just a plank.

After a few more steps, the coffin shook more and more. But he had no intention of stopping.

Because only now did he realize where he was.

In a large hall.

"Terrible."

Walking forward, the high platform under his feet now looked more like an extension of a concert stage.

The table was huge, and a wooden chair in the middle was everything.

No, it's not.

Zhao Qian continued to walk forward, he stepped over the white coffin, ignoring the contents of the coffin, which was getting louder and louder.

A painting.

He could see what was on the wall behind the chair, a huge picture. The red fish in the center of the painting is even more blazing, as if it can break through the wall at any time.

He didn't stop, and before he knew it, he was already on the edge of the chair.

Standing under the wall, he squinted and looked at the painting carefully for a moment. Turning, he saw the endless corpse beneath his feet.

It's all zombies.

They all held a position, their right hand standing and their left knee half-kneeling.

His eyes were closed expressionlessly.

If you look closely, you can still see some differences, such as some people are stationed with lances like spears, and some people have the same stationary horses standing next to them.

He looked, and suddenly his eyes turned to the direction he had just come.

Silently.

Zhao Qian looked at Bai Shui, who was walking towards him step by step but with an expressionless face, she behaved very relaxed, as if she was stepping into the green.

"Bang."

Sitting on the chair in front of him, he looked like he took it for granted.

She looked into his eyes as if to say, isn't the chair just for sitting?

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Because of a sword.

A light blade that suddenly pointed at the tip of his nose.

"Shh

The index finger of the left hand holding the sword is held in front of the mouth, which is more like a threat.

It's getting colder, and it looks like it's getting dark outside.

There were a few rays of light that could still penetrate and became more and more inconspicuous.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier.

Divide-Cut-Line -

Long Street.

Li Siye let the stream flow between his eyebrows, and he stood with his soldiers in the pouring rain. Underfoot were bloodstains and corpses that could not be washed.

He stood where he was, looking blankly in the direction of the city.

It's like looking into the distance.