At this time, a group of official-looking people reappeared on the city wall, shouting again for the people under the city wall to line up in order.

Passing the crowd of people sitting on the ground, Tianyou saw the city gate slowly open, and there were soldiers pushing carts with wooden barrels on them, and the fragrance of food was particularly attractive.

The people on the city wall shouted over and over again that everyone had a share, and this time there was no more rioting.

Although the team was still twisting and turning, they lined up one by one and walked forward one after another.

Tianyou's mother has long since disappeared, and although the seven or eight-year-old child is still watching, the aroma of the food, like an iron chain, locks him straight and moves forward step by step.

There is a row of wooden barrels in front of it, and inside it is rice porridge with clear soup and little water, although it looks the same as clear water, it is still delicious in the world for people who have not eaten a serious bite during this time.

Most of the people did not bring bowls, but fortunately there were many empty bowls next to the barrels, and people came forward in turn, one bowl per person, and after drinking the porridge, they put the bowls down, waiting for the next person to come.

It was a young soldier who was cooking, looking at Tianyou's young age, he didn't say much, he hugged it from the bottom of the bucket, and hit half a bowl of thick one.

Tianyou was ignorant, so he took it and drank a fine light, and wanted to ask for it again, but the soldier would not give it again.

After drinking the porridge, people gradually walked back in twos and threes, and many people continued to follow the crowd, and wanted to make another bowl, and those who were soldiers tried not to break it.

As for the troublemakers, there is a row of corpses of people killed earlier in front of the porridge, and people are not afraid, perhaps in this year, the dead are the least scary.

There was food in his stomach, and Tianyou finally remembered to find his mother.

After looking around, there was no trace, and they went back to their shack, but there was still nothing, from the gray to the dark, from the dark to the dawn, and then until the next afternoon, the porridge was distributed, and his mother never returned.

In the vast world, if you want to find it, there is nowhere to find it.

The days passed, and after sunrise and sunset five times, no one came to shout and send porridge.

After waiting for another three days, Tianyou ate some white fine soil when he was hungry, and when he ate the back, even the soil was robbed, so he ate the loess on the ground.

Finally, his stomach was stretched out, and he lay on the ground, unable to move.

Zhang Jianwei looked at the people around him, there were all kinds of things, these eight days, he watched quietly, he couldn't do anything, at first he looked at these people with yellow faces and thin muscles, and he was hungry, and he had some pity, and then he saw them lying on the ground eating soil, eating soil and looking full, the boss with a strong stomach, couldn't pull it out, and when he fell people to death, he only felt distressed in his heart.

Immediately after, God blessed, I finally couldn't resist.

One last glance at the blue sky, the sun was shining brightly, and a gust of wind blowing from nowhere finally brought a trace of coolness, and the next second, he closed his eyes heavily.

Tianyou died, and Zhang Jianwei lived.

Coming out of Tianyou, the whole person can control himself again, but the picture in front of him began to play quickly, like a movie fast forward.

The people who had been waiting for a long time began to eat the soil, the cotton wool on their bodies, the cloth, and finally the corpses that no one had cooked, and the closed gate opened again, and finally the remaining people, although alive, were like the dead, step by step into the city gate.

A large number of soldiers with the same yellow faces and thin muscles came out, dug many big pits, threw these starving people into them at will, covered them with a layer of soil, and burned the remaining rags that no one wanted.

As time passed, it began to rain, plants began to grow, and the walls were destroyed in the war, and gradually, people began to appear in this wasteland, building houses, and multiplying from generation to generation.

Until Zhang Jianwei walked into this farmhouse.

The picture was shattered, and Zhang Jianwei found that he was still in this cellar.

"The old man Cheng Zijin, I have seen Xiaoyou, and he is polite. Zhang Jianwei, who came back to his senses, had a little pink boy in front of him, it seemed, he was six or seven years old, wearing a well-fitting Hanfu, embroidered with a cloud crane pattern, under the light of the flashlight, lifelike, with two pinching on his head, and a serious look at Zhang Jianwei.

"Are you?" Zhang Jianwei looked at Cheng Zijin and saluted, and then looked at the cellar that had regained calm, and the wooden door had disappeared, so he grabbed the immortal staff, took out the Heavenly Master Thunder Talisman, and asked carefully.

"The old man is a son, and the second son of Zhongyuan Houfu. Cheng Zijin had an old-fashioned expression on his face, and he was a little foul.

"Zhongyuan Houfu?" Zhang Jianwei muttered confusedly. "What happened just now, you did it?"

"Yes, what you see is the scene on this land, seventy years ago, and it is also the source of this resentment. Cheng Zijin pointed to the ubiquitous black gas around him, Zhang Jianwei finally knew, they were originally called resentment.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"It's a long story, and that's why I didn't hesitate to recreate the scene of the year and ask Xiaoyou for help. Cheng Zijin said in an old-fashioned manner.

"It's okay, you speak slowly. Zhang Jianwei clenched the Immortal Seeking Staff, took out a few Heavenly Master Thunder Talismans, and glanced back at the direction of the cellar door, ready to launch the Yan Xing Technique at any time.

"The old man was the second son of Zhongyuan Houfu more than 700 years ago, because of illness, no medicine can be treated, early childhood death, can not enter the ancestral grave, buried here, there is a dragon vein here, when the father and several immortal masters have the old, on my cemetery set up a formation to bless me Zhongyuan Houfu for a hundred years, I don't know why, that formation actually protected my body from decay for a hundred years, and gradually turned into a zombie, more than 70 years ago, 10,000 people died in vain, buried in my tomb at will, the condensed resentment went straight down to Jiuquan, disturbed my tomb in the formation mutation, will wake me up, I have awakened some instincts in the long years, plus since childhood loyal to the patriotic ears and eyes, there are many Taoist scriptures in the tomb to accompany the burialIn the past few decades, I have used the formation to almost succeed, but I never thought that the world has changed, and the tomb buried deep underground before, with the reproduction of people, the soil on the top is gradually thinning, a few years ago, the owner of this house built a lot of buildings, almost touched my tomb, last month, it was directly hit the cellar, broke the formation that did not have much power left, and released the last five ghosts and this thick grievance. Cheng Zijin said slowly.

"Is there any harm between these five powerful ghosts and this grievance?" Zhang Jianwei thought of the one on Gao Lu's body, and the four same powerful ghosts, if no one took care of it, it might cause a big mess.

"These ghosts I have been transformed for more than 70 years, almost resolved the resentment in my heart, if it weren't for the resentment in this place is really strong, maybe they could have been reincarnated a long time ago, they should not have any great ability, but it will induce the deepest desire in people's hearts, amplify their own emotions, as for this resentment, let it go, it will dissipate in three or five years, but the mortals around here are sick, and the flowers and plants have no seeds. Cheng Zijin said lightly.