Chapter 343 Black Death Communicator!

The night was exceptionally quiet, and no one knew whether the night would be spent peacefully, or whether it would be filled with blood and death.

Zhu Zhangui put his hands behind his back and stood tall and straight at the window, quietly looking at the bright moon in the sky.

He was waiting, waiting for the other party to take action.

To be honest, Zhu Zhangui didn't want the other party to come to this point.

If the other party chooses to take action tonight, he doesn't know how to deal with him.

He could kill, but how would he face the old man and his grieving father and mother after he returned?

If he had a choice, Zhu Zhangui still hoped that the other party would give up his inappropriate thoughts and live a peaceful and prosperous life.

"Your Highness!"

A call rang out in the silent room. Zhu Zhangui turned around and saw the monkey, fully armed and with a serious expression, standing respectfully behind him.

"How's it going? He..." After a slight pause, Zhu Zhangui took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Have you started gathering people?"

The monkey shook his head.

"There was no movement. After you left, His Highness King Qi also went back to rest. But..." The monkey hesitated for a moment, Zhu Zhangui frowned, and the monkey quickly continued: "It is understood that after you left, the King of Qi seemed to

I struggled, I don't know if I was angry or losing my temper, the cup was crushed and my hands were injured a little."

Zhu Zhangui pondered for a moment, chuckled, and then asked: "What next!"

"No more!" Monkey shook his head, "King Qi was helped back by the princess later, and now he has turned off the lights and rested."

That's it!

Zhu Zhangui suddenly felt depressed.

I struggled for a long time, thinking about this, worrying about this, worrying about that, my head almost exploded, but in the end, I went back to sleep.

"You lead the people and continue to watch. If there is any movement, immediately... Forget it, there is no need to tell me. You just lead the people to take action and don't hurt the couple. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it when I get back."

"As you command!"

The monkey responded to the order, and when he saw that Zhu Zhangui did not give any orders, he retreated silently.

"Oh, what is this?"

I don't know whether it was a sigh of joy or disappointment, but it spread far and wide in the dark night.

"Brother, you look bad. Did you have an uncomfortable rest last night?"

On the second day, Zhu Zhanji, who put down his obsessions and had a good night's rest, arrived at the pier feeling refreshed and ready to return to Daming with his wife.

Zhu Zhangui, who had dark circles under his eyes, nodded towards Zhu Zhanji and his wife, showing a forced smile and said: "It's okay, I was dealing with some government affairs last night and didn't get a good rest. I'll just catch up on some sleep later."

Upon hearing this explanation, Zhu Zhanji felt inexplicably happy.

Haha, you have finally experienced my struggle and pain. Isn’t this uncomfortable?

Rolling his eyes at Zhu Zhanji, who had a smile in his eyes, Zhu Zhangui felt unhappy and said angrily: "Have you packed up? After packing, we will leave. We won't be able to get home before the Chinese New Year is delayed."

The more Zhu Zhangui behaves like this, the happier Zhu Zhanji feels.

"Haha, I've packed it up a long time ago. Let's take a walk and go home."

Looking at Zhu Zhanji who was in a happy mood and took his wife to visit the steel battleship, Zhu Zhangui, who originally looked depressed, suddenly laughed.

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"Jiejiejie...what a great place!"

A gloomy voice sounded in Lisbon, which was full of putrefaction and silence like a ghost land.

No one has been here since Lisbon was sacked.

The lively and prosperous Lisbon docks have become a paradise for corrosive animals, flies and maggots.

It's not that the other forces in the Portuguese country don't understand the importance of Lisbon's location, but they simply don't dare to come.

After the Ming pirates left, a nearby big lord sent troops to occupy this place.

As a result, only a few days later, the soldiers occupying this place were infected by the Black Death.

A few hours today, the soldiers who were cleaning up the ruins of corpses suddenly developed a fever, black spots began to appear on their bodies, and even tumors that bled and pus appeared.

Immediately afterwards, this horrific symptom quickly spread to the entire army.

As a European who had just been swept by the Black Death, I was most familiar with this symptom.

Panic spread quickly, and the soldiers and officers shouted that this was the curse of death and fled frantically outside the city.

But they wanted to escape from this place of death, but the great lord would not let them escape and took the terrifying god of death elsewhere.

His ambition has not yet been realized, and now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If death comes to his territory, he doesn't have to think about anything, just dig a hole in advance and be prepared.

So he ordered the soldiers who fled to be shot and killed, forcing them to return immediately. He also sent slaves around the outskirts of Lisbon, dug a large trench, and threw firewood into it to light it, trying to stop the spread of the black death.

More than 2,000 soldiers, five or six hundred of them died under the arrows of their lords. The remaining soldiers had no hope of escaping and retreated in despair.

They prayed to the lord to send a priest to help, and the lord agreed, but the priest didn't come until they died.

It's not that the lord didn't invite him, but the priest was also afraid.

He hasn't enjoyed a good life yet, and he doesn't want to die with these despicable soldiers.

Therefore, the priest rejected the lord's request in the name of God and told the lord that Lisbon had become a place of death and should not be approached for a hundred years.

The Black Death kills people very quickly. People with average physical fitness will die within 48 hours. Only a few lucky people with strong bodies can survive.

Unfortunately, none of these soldiers were so lucky, and the God they believed in did not come down to save them. More than 1,000 soldiers died wailing in agony.

Lisbon, the former capital and prosperous port, has become a place where the surrounding forces are talking about it with disdain.

"Wow!"

A half-rotted child's head was picked up. As it was picked up and shaken, various rotten nerve tissues and brains inside splattered out from the cracks in the skull and scattered all over the floor.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the perfect cornerstone of the formation!"

This is a thin man wearing a cloak.

If Zhu Gaoxu were here, he would definitely scream angrily.

"It's him, it's him, it's him..."

That's right, this thin figure in a cloak was the warlock who almost tricked Zhu Zhangui outside the city of Qinla in the Western Regions. He was also the guy who planned to train Zhu Gaoxu into an invincible god of war.

What his name was, he couldn't remember.

He was once the most outstanding young man in the Miao family. He was so skilled in the art of Gu that he could defeat everyone of that generation, even the older generation.

At that time, he was not the indifferent person he is now.

At that time, he was tall, with angular muscles on his body, and a face that fascinated thousands of girls, which set off his prowess.

Young, handsome and capable people can naturally attract the admiration of countless girls.

Every day, the girls who expressed their love to him on the way would line up from the door of his house to the outside of the village.

It's a pity that he didn't accept any of them. As for the reason, no one knows. It is probably because they are too familiar and it is difficult to start.

In this way, he lived a single life until he was 17 years old, when he met a girl from the village next door.

The girl was very beautiful, with a slim figure. She was also the daughter of the clan leader and had countless suitors just like him.

Once again by chance, the two fell in love at first sight. Under the moonlight forest, the two made an oath to never be separated again in this life.

The clan leaders and clan members of both parties were also very optimistic about this pair of lovers, and felt that their union must be a beautiful marriage.

But bad luck only seeks lovers.

Just when the two were about to get married, a disaster struck the village. A group of bandits who came from nowhere robbed the village.

All the villagers died, and the girl chose to commit suicide by taking poison in order not to be defiled by the bandits.

When he rushed over, his lover could no longer respond to him, and his body became as cold as ice.

Anger filled his chest, and he frantically chased the bandits alone, using various means to kill them all.

But after killing the bandits and taking revenge, the motivation to support him completely disappeared. Loneliness and sadness suddenly came to his heart. He lost his life goal and he became completely decadent.

From then on, he stayed at his lover's grave every day, drinking and grieving.

As the days passed, the once outstanding young man turned into a slovenly, decadent, useless waste.

Seeing the person I value most become like this.

The patriarch didn't want him to be decadent anymore, so he had a deep talk with him and told him some inspiring stories of famous people, hoping to inspire him and cheer him up again.

It's a pity that the patriarch's painstaking communication has no effect. He is still decadent and sits in front of his lover's grave every day, drinking and being in a daze.

Later, the clan leader had no choice but to think of the clan's mythological history.

It is said that in ancient times, when the voodoo technique reached an extraordinary level, bones could grow into white flesh, severed limbs could be reborn, and ghosts could resurrect the dead.

In order to encourage the man he took a fancy to, the patriarch told him these myths in a very mysterious tone.

And when he asked, he raised his hands to the sky to ensure that everything he said was true.

The clan leader said so surely that he had already given up hope and rekindled his hope.

He decided that he would work hard to study the art of Gu, practice it to an extraordinary level, and resurrect his lover.

Seeing him regaining his fighting spirit and studying hard, the patriarch was very pleased.

The clan leader doesn't know whether he can succeed, but the clan leader can be sure that if he continues to study hard, he will definitely become a knowledgeable elder in the future, and then he will take over his team and continue to lead the race to thrive.

But the clan leader never expected that his original words of comfort to Fool would be taken seriously.

In order to resurrect his lover, he worked hard to learn all kinds of knowledge, whether it was orthodox or taboo voodoo, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up.

As long as there was a hint of resurrection content in the few words recorded by his ancestors, he would try it one by one.
To be continued...