Chen Yang returned to his mansion and saw that his mansion was also surrounded by soldiers, and more than a dozen maids and family members in the mansion were standing outside the gate with ropes, and soldiers with knives were standing next to them, looking like they were about to cut off their heads at any time.

Seeing Chen Yang come back, these servants showed a trace of joy on their faces, which was the desire to survive.

Chen Yang said angrily: "Who are you who dare to tie up my family?"

"Chop!" a Qianhu Hou who led the team raised his hand and shouted to the next place.

The soldiers raised their swords and fell, and dozens of innocent male and female servants fell to the ground, and blood splattered on the spot.

Chen Yang's brain hurt, and his eyes went dark. I saw dozens of unjust souls rushing to my face, shouting: "God save me!"

"Ahh

Looking at the dozens of unjust souls in front of him, he felt guilty, although they didn't die because of themselves, he should have been able to save them, but because he was a step too slow, he let them go to Huangquan with their lives.

Chen Yang stretched out his left hand and mobilized the spiritual power in his body on the unicorn birthmark, Chen Yang's heart moved, and a golden light shot out, and the golden light rolled up dozens of unjust souls into the unicorn birthmark.

If we have not saved their lives, we must not let them suffer in hell until they go to the underworld, so that they can be born into a good family and no longer be slaves.

Chen Yang glared angrily at the soldiers who had killed his servants in front of him, and dared to behead them in front of him, and he was waiting for his return. It's tolerable or unbearable, I really think I'm muddy!

Chen Yang waved his hand to release the spiritual power, wanting to behead these soldiers, but when the spiritual power was about to fall on their heads, he forcibly took the spiritual power back. They also acted according to the will of the kings, and beheaded them, and there were only a few more unjust souls on the Huangquan Road, and it was useless.

"Wan Wang has already been gracious and will not kill you, hurry up and go away!" Wan Hu Hou said.

"Tell Wanwang that I will settle accounts with him!" Chen Yang said angrily.

Chen Yang resisted his desire to kill, and glared at several executioners with hatred. But he still took action to teach Wanhu Hou and these murderous soldiers a lesson, and if you don't want their lives, you have to make them suffer.

Chen Yang turned around in frustration and left the front of his mansion, he didn't even enter the door, what else was there when he went in, a mansion that had been looted and smelled of blood, he couldn't live in it anymore, and these soldiers wouldn't let him live anymore.

The streets were full of soldiers of the kings, people searching the gates of heaven and earth everywhere, and when they saw suspicious people, they arrested them, and by the way, they robbed the property, and the whole city was full of smoke and life.

Chen Yang walked aimlessly on the street, watching the soldiers rob and kill, but there was nothing he could do. He has become a homeless man again, and has become a flower child in the Han Empire, Chen Yang has a feeling that everything is back to the original point.

From the guest of the kings to a homeless person, or in a strange world, Chen Yang looked at the sky in despair, what was the purpose of his time crossing back here?

The sky was cloudy, lightning in the distance cut through the sky, rumbling thunder kept coming, and a storm was coming.

A bolt of lightning struck the sky above the city like an endless dragon, striking the palace of all kings and igniting a raging fire. Then there was a thunderclap that shook the gates of the palace.

Heaven is angry, Heaven punishes!

Chen Yang didn't expect that as soon as he came to this strange world, he followed Wanwang to Wancheng, which caused Wancheng to set off a bloody storm, and the two powerful Tiandimen and Xuanhuang Mansion were uprooted in one day.

Heavy rain poured down.

At dawn, the rain stopped, and the dry moat was full of blood, all of which smelled bloody.

Chen Yang glanced at the blood-red moat and walked towards the outside of the city, although Wanyuan is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time after all. Now there is only one way to find Prime Minister Zhou, and he should not have coveted the promise of the king to stay in Wancheng in the first place, he should have followed Prime Minister Zhou to quell the chaos.

Chen Yang faintly felt that Prime Minister Zhou Cheng had a purpose in leaving him in Wancheng and letting General Xu Lie stay to help him. Now Xu Lie doesn't know where to go, and he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive?

With the fleeing crowd, Chen Yang walked all the way east for three days, and after three days of eating and sleeping in the open, he finally saw a tall city.

On the way, I heard from the fleeing people that this city was called Pengcheng, which was just given by the emperor to the kings, and at the auction, the kings auctioned off the position of the city lord, and was bought by Prince Zhao Zijian of Zhao State.

Zhao is also a vassal state with meritorious counterinsurgency, and in the case of maintaining neutrality in the early stage, he saw Wanwang defeat the rebels of the Eight Kingdoms, and at the last moment united with Zhou Cheng to give a fatal blow to the rebels and repelled the rebels of the Eight Kingdoms.

Zhao did not receive a reward from the emperor, but he did not punish them either, allowing them to keep their original vassal states and fiefdoms.

Pengcheng was originally the capital of Peiguo, one of the eight rebellious countries, and the high walls of the city were easy to defend and difficult to attack. Wang Wanzhong, the prince of Peiguo, was defeated and killed, and the emperor of the Han Empire decreed that the fief of Peiguo was divided into other vassal states such as Wanguo, and Peiguo ceased to exist.

Zhao Zijian bought the position of the city lord for a thousand taels of gold, and after becoming the city lord of Pengcheng, he strengthened his defense and used him as a bridgehead for Zhao to attack all countries in the future.

Ridiculously, the kings gave him up to their enemies.

In the mansion of Zhao Zijian, the lord of Pengcheng, Zhao Zijian was sitting in the middle of the hall, and there were people on both sides.

"City Lord, the number of troops in Pengcheng has reached 50,000 horses, except for the 10,000 horses in the city, the remaining 40,000 have been living outside the four city gates according to your order, and we can attack and retreat and defend. The first person sitting on Zhao Zijian's left stood up and said.

"Ziwen has worked hard!" Zhao Zijian said.

Zhao Ziwen, the commander of Pengcheng's soldiers and horses, is also the cousin of the city lord Zhao Zijian.

Fighting tiger brothers, going into battle as father and son soldiers, Pengcheng soldiers and horses commander such an important position must not be handed over to others.

"City Lord, we don't have enough soldiers, we still need to recruit soldiers. Zhao Ziwen said.

"You just have to let people do these little things. Zhao Zijian said.

Chen Yang followed the fleeing crowd into Pengcheng, the houses, streets and people in Pengcheng are similar to Wancheng, very lively, it seems that the bloody massacre in Wancheng has not affected here.

When I saw the vendor selling steamed buns on the street, I remembered that I hadn't eaten for a day, and I was hungry for a long time, but I was depressed in my heart, and I forgot about it when I entered the city and patronized it.

Looking at the fragrant buns, Chen Yang became more and more hungry! But he was shy in his pocket, what to buy?

A group of people shouted and rushed to the bun vendor, and robbed the bun in an instant, and the bun seller squatted aside and cursed crying.

A little flower child was eating in his mouth, and he ran in front of Chen Yang with a few in his arms, and when he saw Chen Yang looking at it stupidly, he retreated back and stuffed Chen Yang with two buns.

Looking at the few black finger prints on the buns, Chen Yang frowned, and still ate the buns, who made it uncomfortable to be hungry!