In front of the temple of General Fubo, torches burned most of the road, reflecting the snowflakes that rolled down in midair.

These snowflakes of frost and crystals were scattered on the streets, but they were not like the west side of the city, which turned into mud trampled to black and white. More than a dozen people wielded brooms and swept the snow from the streets desperately to both sides of the road.

This early snow came too quickly, the ground atmosphere in Zhangye has not yet dissipated, the snow is deep and the ground is warm, these snow will melt half when it falls, and then it will be urged by the cold, and it will be able to form a crust of ice in a blink of an eye, which is definitely not conducive to the march. Ordinary people may not pay much attention to these little things, but Wu Zongyuan, the former head of the Water Mansion, now that he has defected to Wei Ye's door as a guest, he can't help but not handle these things.

On the street in front of General Fubo's temple, the people who were temporarily requisitioned were also covered with rough brown and linen, and they were sweating profusely to clean up this long street. A few of them wrapped their heads tightly with their fur hats, ran back and forth with their hands in their hands, and shouted: "Fellow villagers, work hard! Tonight is a critical juncture, everyone suffers more and suffers more hardship! After this night, there will be good days in the future!"

"The hot syrup burned in the temple, the steamed good cooking cakes, and the salt sauce that accompanies the food will not make everyone lose their strength!"

These are running for a while, shouting for a while, occasionally stopping their steps, looking at each other with their necks straight, and they all shook their heads and smiled bitterly: "Eh, God, I just hope that Wei Zhi will fight well in front of him! If this noble official does not come forward, I am afraid that everyone will destroy their families and clans tonight!"

In the temple of General Fubo, the injured Han people are lying all over the courtyard, and straw mat sheds are temporarily erected everywhere in the temple of General Fubo, which cannot be sheltered from the wind and keep warm, but at least it can block the snowflakes.

Wu Zongyuan put his hands behind his back, followed by two young people from the Righteous Society assigned to him by Wei Ye, and they were patrolling around here. Front, there is a toad Wang Chao, a monk in a big red robe, who said:

"The wound should be cleaned with boiling hot water first, and then bandaged with the Taiping patch given by my lord!

"Don't thank the little monk, if you want to thank you, just thank our lord for this benevolence! A passing Beijing official took over this disaster for you, and it is not too much for you to set up a shrine for him!"

"A few old Tan Yue, what are you doing standing here, it's cold outside! rest assured, your children and grandchildren will naturally get better after taking this bowl of Danshui, you should go back and rest first, respect the old and respect the virtuous This is a matter of course!"

With the toad Wang Chao shouting all the way over, Wu Zongyuan also saved a lot of trouble. The old turtle spirit put his hands behind his back and ordered a few Li Zheng who followed behind him: "There is not enough firewood? Go from house to house, especially those who are from high families, and explain the benefits and disadvantages to them." They are stingy with a little firewood and rice today, so don't blame them for breaking their homes in the future. With such an account, I think those heads of the family can still understand it. ”

"In addition, find a few clever and clever people, keep an eye on these big families, and prevent them from sending people out to secretly communicate with the Qiang people. When the family business is big, this public heart will naturally be small, and the water in the world is average, and there are no exceptions, go quickly!"

Here he commanded to go down, and another Li Zheng ran towards him with one hand on his fur hat:

"Old Mr. Wu, we have to bother you to give us a charter for our affairs! When Duke Wei led his troops to Xicheng, those dead ghosts were left on the road, did they also drag them aside first? I am afraid that these dead ghosts will fall on the street, blocking Duke Wei's way back to his master!"

Wu Zongyuan nodded his head and said, "These corpses naturally can't be left on the road, you can take a few people and move them away......

Before he could finish his words, a series of screams suddenly broke out on the side of the long street: "Rise, raise the corpse!"

As soon as this scream started, Wu Zongyuan and Wang Chao immediately jumped up, regardless of the miscellaneous things in front of them, and suddenly strode onto the street.

Although there is a snow curtain to cover the eyes, in the light of the fire, you can still see a few rickety figures staggering towards the temple of General Fubo.

Those dozen or so snow-sweeping men have never seen such a scene since they were born in their mother's womb, throwing the big broom in their hands to the ground, screaming and running back!

However, the man who ran in front didn't look at the road, and hit Wu Zongyuan's body headlong. This time he hit it, but the old man who looked withered and dry didn't even frown, but the man who hit him seemed to have hit an iron wall, and a big bag bulged out on his head, red and translucent!

Wu Zongyuan slowly adjusted his robe and clothes, and scolded the people who were running around: "What are you panicking about! Before the birth of these troubled people, they still deserved an arrow from Duke Wei, but now even if they are resurrected corpses, they are just dry bones, what can they do?"

As he spoke, he nodded at the toad monk beside him, who was already gearing up: "Brother Wang, it seems that you and I have to show some skills, otherwise I won't let these people underestimate me." ”

The toad monk couldn't wait any longer, and when he heard this, he smiled and pounced on the corpses that had just risen.

Wu Zongyuan's sleeves flicked, and the trapped cloud net suddenly flew out, and the old turtle spirit and the toad Wang Chao each led one end of the trapped cloud net, and they went down towards these zombies.

The sleepy cloud network is made of aquatic plants that have been harvested for many years in winter, and it is taken from the meaning of a dehydrated carbide wood, and it is difficult to hurt with a knife and axe, and it is the most tenacious. Under the cover of this legal net, where can those newly transformed zombies have any reason to break free? They can only struggle and scream in the trapped cloud network!

As for Wu Zongyuan and Toad Wang Chao, the two water monsters that have become the climate, it is supposed to take down these zombies. However, on the white wooden boxes hanging from the waists of those religious people, there were dots of pale green light and dust shining through. These light dust seemed to have their own consciousness, and they actually noticed the trapped cloud network in front of them, and immediately a lot of light and dust trails were attached to the trapped cloud network.

This trapped cloud net is the treasure of Wu Zongyuan's life, and those light dust rushed directly to Wu Zongyuan through the algae silk thread of the trapped cloud net, and went straight into the mud pills in his brain!

Before Wu Zongyuan could react, his mind suddenly went blank, and only a majestic voice was left in the sea of consciousness rushing back and forth: "Where are the mountain spirits and wild monsters, dare to come to the good deeds of this god!"

This sound was aimed at the impact of Zhihai, which immediately made Wu Zongyuan's face pale, and he immediately fell to his knees, not daring to move again. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a trace of clarity in his spiritual platform, I was afraid that he would immediately appear in his original form!