【Zhang Jiao】

[Pollution degree: 79%]

[Pollution level: Level 4]

[Exclusive ability: Taiping Road]

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Lin Junshu looked at the angry old man in front of him and wanted to explain, but was shocked by the aura he exuded and was unable to speak.

"My life is at an end..."

Although the fireball hit, Lin Junshu closed his eyes.

The expected burning heat and pain did not come. After a long while, Lin Junshu opened his eyes and found that the old man who had just looked like a god and demon had fainted on the ground.

Lin Junshu took off the only long knife that was not lost on the escape route, and untied the cloth tremblingly.

The bright long knife was raised in the dark night, but the hands holding the knife could not fall down for a long time.

"Bang!" The long knife hit the ground with a crisp sound.

Lin Junshu breathed a sigh of relief as if he had put down a burden.

"Sure enough, if you want me to kill someone, I can't do it."

Lin Junshu, who has received more than 20 years of training in peaceful times, experienced more excitement today than he had ever spent in his previous life.

He could stand on the mound on a moonlit night, holding a spear in his hand and charging at the man-eating monster in order to survive, but there was no way he could swing a butcher's knife at the frail old man in front of him.

"Maybe I'm being naive and hypocritical. He didn't lose his mind like the monster he met before. He was so excited after seeing me. It should be because of the armor on my body that he thought I was a soldier chasing him.

That’s it.”

Lin Junshu picked up the long knife and carried it behind his back.

"If he is really the great sage general Zhang Jiao that I know, then I have come to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The Yellow Turban Army was defeated in the mountains, and Zhang Jiao was seriously injured and escaped. It was at the end of the Yellow Turban Uprising.

time period?"

"Alas, it was never mentioned in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms that the Yellow Turban Army could turn into man-eating monsters, and Zhang Jiao actually knew the art of five fireballs? There is something wrong with this Three Kingdoms..."

Lin Junshu moved the unconscious Zhang Jiao to the weeds in the house and placed it there. After searching the wooden house, he found nothing of value, only a broken pottery bowl that was barely usable.

On the way to escape, Lin Junshu remembered hearing the sound of water nearby, and there might be a creek nearby.

Lin Junshu went out with the ceramics and soon came back with a bowl of water.

"He looks like this, he must be injured, right? His body has turned into a monster, is he afraid of bacteria?"

Lin Junshu hugged some, picked up dead branches, and used the skills he learned from the survival show to light a small bonfire with difficulty.

The bonfire was burning inside the house, and the doors and windows were closed. He didn't dare to bet whether this weak firelight would be seen by the pursuing soldiers.

I boiled the water in the pottery bowl, let it cool down a little, and then I tested the temperature to see if it was right, and poured half a bowl of it into the old man's mouth.

With the remaining half bowl of water, he wet the cloth strip tied with the knife and spread it on Zhang Jiao's head.

He doesn't know if this will be useful. After all, he is not a medical student, and his daily knowledge of medical care is limited to knowing how to go to the clinic to see a doctor when he is sick.

Whether this old man, who seems to have run out of energy and energy, can wake up depends on his own destiny.

"Zhang Jiao in history seems to have died of illness during the Yellow Turban Uprising..." Lin Junshu murmured.

He looked at the flickering flame, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and with the exhaustion after a night of stimulation, he fell asleep unknowingly...

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was gloomy and there was no sunlight. In the woods in the early morning, the crisp cry of an unknown skylark came.

Lin Junshu opened his eyes with pain all over his body. He was startled and first looked at the bonfire in the hut.

"It's okay, okay, I don't know when it was extinguished. I almost burned myself to death in my sleep."

Lin Junshu breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a gaze staring at him.

Lin Junshu looked up and saw Zhang Jiao, who was lying on the pile of withered grass, holding a piece of cloth in his right hand and looking at him with a complicated expression.

"You didn't kill me!"

Lin Junshu stood up nervously and pointed at the armor that he had already taken off and explained: "I'm not here to kill you. I picked up that armor..."

"Why did you save me?" The old man still stared at him intently.

Why? Because I can’t kill him, so I think he still has the sense to communicate?

"Maybe because you are an old man?" Lin Junshu said.

Zhang Jiao was a little surprised when he heard Lin Junshu's return.

He thought of many reasons. Maybe he wanted to capture him alive and exchange rewards with the imperial court? Maybe he was inspired by his ideas and pursued Huang Tianzhi's dream? Or maybe it was for his well-known "Essential Art of Taiping"?

But he never expected that the final answer would be so simple. The reason he saved him was simply because he regarded him as a frail old man.

"Hahahahaha...cough...cough cough..."

Zhang Jiao laughed, tears squeezing into the corners of his eyes. The laughter affected his injuries, and he began to cough violently.

Today, Zhang Jiao has already put his own life aside. When he made that decision, he was already prepared to die in this forest today.

"Are you okay?" Lin Junshu wanted to step forward to help, but because his left eye glanced at the old man's chest, he subconsciously stopped.

"You...can see it?" Zhang Jiao pointed to his own eyes, "I can feel that there is the evil god's polluting aura hidden in your left eye."

Lin Junshu touched his left eye, thought for a while, and nodded.

"Why did you appear here? Your clothes are also very novel." The old man asked, looking at Lin Junshu who was wearing a white shirt that had some color after taking off his armor.

"I don't know why I am here. I have experienced some very strange things. You may not believe it if I tell you, but I don't know why I suddenly appeared in this forest." Lin Junshu replied helplessly.

"I have seen too many bizarre things in my life, and there is nothing that makes me feel unbelievable." Zhang Jiao pinched his beard, looking like he had seen the world.

I want to say that I come from an ordinary world more than 1,700 years in the future. Can you believe it?

Lin Junshu thought of the Yellow Turban Army he met yesterday and couldn't help but ask: "By the way, General Zhang..., can I ask you a question?"

Lin Junshu suddenly didn’t know what to call Zhang Jiao, Taoist Zhang? Master Zhang? Tianshi Zhang? Old Master? It’s inexplicable. It should be right to call him General. He doesn’t call himself General Tiangong.

"You tell me." Zhang Jiao nodded generously.

"I met a lot of Yellow Turban soldiers last night. I even met a man-eating monster who had completely lost his mind and was covered in blood-red tentacles. You know what happened..."

Before Lin Junshu finished speaking, he saw Zhang Jiao's expression change.

Surprise, grief, guilt, hatred, and complex expressions made his old face look increasingly distorted.

"Zhang...General Zhang?"

Zhang Jiao suddenly raised his head: "Impossible! There is no way there is a Yellow Turban Army in the forest! I obviously asked them all to take off their Yellow Turbans and turn into civilians and go away! The poor man led the officers and soldiers into the forest, them! Why are they still there?

Here!"

Looking at Zhang Jiao's ferocious face, Lin Junshu fell into silence.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who were supposed to have evacuated suddenly appeared in the woods in the direction of Zhang Jiao's escape. The reason is self-evident.

He remembered the figures burning with golden light in the valley last night, fighting to the death. Those figures knew clearly that they would be massacred if they stepped forward, but they still continued to fight.

Did he die in the valley last night? Or did he eventually turn into a man-eating monster?

The golden light in the memory suddenly became brighter.
Chapter completed!