Zhang Jiao pressed back the tentacles on his face as if nothing had happened, as if he had become accustomed to it.

"I have told you everything you want to know. I hope that one day in the future you will not regret knowing the secret."

Zhang Jiao said, taking out a thin book from his arms and throwing it to Lin Junshu.

"What is this?"

Lin Junshu took the booklet. There was no name on the cover. He opened it and looked at it. It looked like a manuscript of some document.

"This is the chapter on self-cultivation using the Taiping Technique. My Taiping Technique was passed down from my master Nan Hua Zhenren. However, due to the Yellow Sky Dream concept, a large number of techniques that utilize the power of the evil god were added. It gained greater power and at the same time, it also further increased the number of people being used.

The probability of evil god contamination."

Zhang Jiao pointed at the book and said.

"This chapter on self-cultivation only adopts the most original Taoist recuperation method. With it, you can alleviate the invasion of evil spirits to a certain extent."

Zhang Jiao glanced at Lin Junshu's left eye pointedly.

Is this something that can suppress pollutants? This is a very exciting thing for Lin Junshu, who has a great influence on turning into a monster.

"Thank you!" Lin Junshu thanked her solemnly and carefully put the book close to her body.

"What's going on here, it's time for you to leave. It's fate that we met in this wooden house. But sooner or later, the court's pursuers will catch up, so it's time for you to leave."

Zhang Jiao was leaning on the haystack. At this time, he looked less like a leader of the rebel army and more like an old man who knew his end was coming and faced the end calmly.

"The pursuers are coming from the southwest, and my original destination is the giant deer in the north. You can take advantage of this gap and go east. As long as you successfully get out of this forest, you will be safe."

"What about you?" Lin Junshu looked at the old man and asked.

"I? There are still things that must be done. The hope they... fought for for me... I will go all the way north to Julu and build the Temple of Heaven based on Julu. I will carry Zhang Bao in Qinghe and build the Temple of Earth. I will carry Zhang Liang in Guang.

Zong, establish a human altar."

"Assemble the formation of three talents, gather the overwhelming resentment of the people into Huangtian, and shatter the heaven of the great Han Dynasty!"

Zhang Jiao's eyes were blazing, and Lin Junshu could see the fire burning in his eyes, which was the obsession called ideal.

Lin Junshu stood up, picked up the armor, and put it on with difficulty. Then he picked up the cloth strip, carefully wrapped the long knife, and carried it on his back.

He stretched out his hand to Zhang Jiao: "Let's go!"

Zhang Jiao looked at him in surprise.

"Your current physical condition makes it difficult to move, right? Although I don't know any magic or Taoism, at least I can help you on the road. I won't join the Yellow Turban Army, but I also want to follow you.

One glance, the dream of Huang Tian you mentioned."

For Lin Junshu, the experience of escaping from death many times has made him a little numb to danger. Anyway, he is a person who has died once. He does not know the meaning of his rebirth in this strange world of the Three Kingdoms.
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But at this moment, he wanted to follow the frail old man in front of him to see the uprising that was bound to end. Thousands of people wearing yellow scarves gathered together, using their anger and unwillingness towards this era, to form the surging yellow sky.

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An old arm held Lin Junshu's outstretched hand.

"Okay!"

【Ding——】

[Player "Lin Nuo" successfully triggered the mission: Yellow Turban's Choice]

[Infected by Zhang Jue, you decide to follow Zhang Jue to witness his dream of Huang Tian.]

[Task requirements: Follow Zhang Jiao until the end of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, witness with your own eyes the grand event of "Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall stand", or witness the destruction of Huang Tian's way]

[Task reward: unknown]

[Task punishment: unknown]

Lin Junshu's pupils shrank slightly, "The mission has been triggered? Isn't this mission a mandatory requirement for me to do something, but a decree based on my own choice?"

"Dream of the Yellow Sky...Zhang Jiao in history did not survive until the last battle of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, but died of illness early. If Zhang Jiao now participated in the final battlefield, would the ending be different..."<

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Lin Junshu and Zhang Jiao walked cautiously in the woods.

In the woods during the day, even in gloomy weather, the view is much better than at night.

Although good visibility makes it much easier for them to travel in the woods, it also greatly increases the risk of being discovered by the enemy.

Zhang Jiao's injuries caused by the evil god's backlash were more serious than imagined. He could only move reluctantly with Lin Junshu's support, which greatly slowed down their escape.

Lin Junshu wanted to leave Zhang Jiao where he was and check whether there were any enemy troops in the direction of his advance several times, but Zhang Jiao refused.

"It's no better than at night. If you go to investigate, the risk of exposure is too great. Once discovered by the soldiers of the imperial court, you will never have a chance to come back."

After Zhang Jiao said this, he made seals with one hand and whispered the obscure spell.

A piece of yellow paper flew out of the cuff and turned into a paper crane.

Zhang Jiao pointed forward and shouted softly: "Go!"

The paper crane flew silently into the distance and disappeared into the dense forest.

"This is a small Taoist spell. If it encounters the breath of a stranger, it will spontaneously ignite, and I can sense it."

Lin Junshu looked at this magical scene, nodded, helped Zhang Jiao and continued to move forward with difficulty.

……

"Wait, there's someone ahead!"

Zhang Jiao once again grabbed Lin Junshu.

I don’t know how many times they have changed direction. From the beginning, it took a long time to detect someone, but now they detect someone approaching every few minutes.

Sweat unknowingly covered Lin Junshu's forehead.

They are about to be surrounded!

Lin Junshu supported Zhang Jiao and changed the direction of escape again.

"Stop. There are enemies approaching from both sides. At this speed, we can no longer escape."

Zhang Jiao broke away from Lin Junshu's support, firmly grasped the golden staff at hand, straightened his back and looked forward seriously.

"I'll open the gap later, you just run. Run all the way east, don't look back!"

Lin Junshu did not answer, but silently took off the long knife behind him and held it in his hand.

Several dancing figures began to appear in the woods, and they were flying towards Lin Junshu and the others. Soon they should be able to find Lin Junshu and the others standing not far away.

"Boom——"

The fire ignited, and balls of fire rose into the sky, hovering over Zhang Jiao's head.

What looked like a fairy-like scene was actually a different scene in Lin Junshu's eyes.

He could clearly see that the strange tentacles protruding from the old man's chest separated into pieces of filthy flesh and blood and threw them into the fire.

Every time the flame became stronger, the old man's face became paler.

He is obviously overstretching his power and trying to fight to the death before the oil is exhausted.

Lin Junshu looked at the system prompt box and saw that the old man's status had slipped from [weak] to [very weak].

He felt inexplicably uncomfortable. The size of the fireball was far greater than the one used on Lin Junshu yesterday. It was like five little suns hovering in the sky.

He didn't know if Zhang Jiao still had a chance to survive after this blow.

The hostility in the distance discovered them and ran straight in their direction.

Lin Junshu tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.

"This is..." Zhang Jiao suddenly made a sound of doubt, with a tremor of excitement in his voice.

The originally magnificent five fireballs suddenly went out.

Lin Junshu didn't understand Zhang Jiao's sudden operation, and his original aura suddenly fell into confusion.

Looking in the direction of Zhang Jiao's gaze, Lin Junshu finally understood.

The muscular figure of the horse had a yellow scarf stained with blood tied around its head, and a few tentacles as thick as fingers could not be restrained from its ordinary face.

"Isn't this the golden man I saw in the valley last night? He is still alive!"

The big man's ferocious face was already covered with tears. He took a dozen remnant soldiers who were also tied with yellow scarves behind him and all of them were injured, and ran towards Zhang Jiao in large strides.
Chapter completed!