"If you take the first step, my father will definitely let the Han slaves vent their anger on you in the underworld."

Only after passing the test of the inspector, my father will arrange thunderous means to kill the Han slaves, certainly not by sending more punishers to get deeper into trouble, but in a more cruel way!

"I'll make arrangements for the funeral." Yue Jiuling stood up with difficulty and staggered away.

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In Kucha City, nine more tombstones were added to the cemetery.

The old, disabled, women and children all looked sad. They were used to seeing too many deaths, but this time it was so painful to send away nine critically ill relatives.

Infected with plague.

Without the Buddhist shrine in Chang'an to wash away the plague, all the isolated cities except Chang'an would be dead now.

Seven frail and sickly old women and two children under ten years old still could not withstand this disaster and collapsed from the torture.

"We tried our best to burn the corpses, but more than 10,000 dog corpses were burned for three days and three nights, and the plague still spread."

"Why……"

"Didn't we win? Brother Chang'an obviously won."

A child was crying profusely, squatting in the cemetery and wailing.

"Don't cry." Carpenter Qin hugged the baby with one arm, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

More than 10,000 barbarian dogs attacked the city, but he did not collapse, but now he could no longer hold on.

How desperate.

He obviously won!!

Chang'an fought an unprecedented victory. He created the miracle of war in Shenzhou. He killed tens of thousands of barbaric dogs by himself.

But why is this?

We have already tried very hard to burn the corpses of barbaric dogs, why should there be plague?

Why can’t Heaven take care of me?

If we win a battle, we can't be happy for a while. Do we have to be in endless darkness?

Carpenter Qin was in tears.

Without Chang'an, he would have been unable to hold on long ago, and the burdens in this city would have been determined to die.

But they can't die, all their relatives are dead, Chang'an must be so lonely and sad.

Chang'an carried them to defend the city, carry the territory of the Central Plains, and carry the spiritual beliefs of Chinese civilization.

But who will save him?

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The lonely city for thousands of miles was completely silent.

The sun is scorching hot, the sky is blood red, and there is a stench and rotten smell everywhere, just like the end of the world.

The man in red robe with disheveled hair walked lazily, and the world was so quiet that he could hear his own footsteps.

He's like a clean zombie.

He cannot die, and he is not a human being.

Gu Changan stepped on the air and fell into the abyss. The lush and bright peach blossom tree was gone, leaving only half a branch the size of a finger. No matter how hard it was, it could not grow petals.

"Why do beautiful things leave me?"

Gu Changan's eyes were empty. He wanted to see the blooming peach petals. He hoped that he could appreciate the bright colors all day long in his withered time, but he didn't.

He was finally exhausted.

This is probably God's will, just like that fight, so what if you try your best?

He couldn't even save the lives of his relatives. There was no way a person could fight against the darkness.

"Why is it me? I also want to live like a human being."

Gu Changan tore his hair hard and screamed hysterically. The pain in his soul was far more terrifying than the thousands of scars on his body.

The city imprisoned him, and he tried to escape countless times, but every time he walked out of the city gate, he numbly returned to the watchtower and repeated his ten-year patrol.

"It's so tiring to live..." Gu Changan laughed crazily.

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When the caravan arrived at the border of 7,000 miles away, everyone was naked and disheveled, and almost half of them died on the way due to infection of their tongue wounds.

Liu Shang, who was so thin that his cheeks were sunken, stared at the towering city wall quietly. He was still alive.

With extraordinary willpower, he made it through the seven thousand miles of narrow escape.

At this moment, there are crowds of people outside the city. They are all businessmen queuing up. Without exception, all of them are mute.

"Quiet!"

A loud shout.

A burly general stood at the top of the city. He looked around at the miserable ants and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty Sanction has decided to hold a dust-cleansing banquet for you all."

There was deathly silence under the city, and the mute could not speak, but he could not even wave his arms in response.

No one can still greet someone with a warm face even if their tongue is cut off.

"There is also compensation offered. Please don't resent the sanctioning sir."

There was another sound coming from the top of the city.

In an instant, countless waiters showed flattering smiles and applauded as if their resentment had disappeared.

The city gates were wide open, and the crowd was crowded. Liu Shang was trapped among them, and his heart fell to the bottom.

He simply didn't believe that the old witch would be so generous, but this was already a border of seven thousand miles, and the old witch would never dare to kill people wantonly.

On this journey, Liu Shangyuan was more cautious than ordinary people as he fought against the monstrous darkness with his physical body, and he would also use the greatest malice to speculate on barbaric dogs.

In half an hour, nearly tens of thousands of merchants and clerks walked to the city square. Sure enough, there was an endless banquet, and the fragrance wafted for miles.

Everyone pounced on their food like hungry ghosts, but Liu Shang hid in the most hidden corner of the square, crouching down and hiding around the corner. After observing the surrounding terrain, he ran all the way into the rows of toilets.

In the cramped toilet where the stench was overwhelming, Liu Shang huddled in the corner and stayed there.

For several hours, his body was almost numb and stiff. He vaguely heard the sound of boots stepping on sand and gravel, getting closer and closer.

He looked at the two pedals. Although he might have been overly worried, he couldn't afford to gamble!

With his thin body, he squeezed himself into the middle of the wooden boards, and his whole body and head were submerged into the pit, without any hesitation on his expression.

The toilet door was kicked open, and the person who came in glanced at it and continued to kick down the next toilet.

Liu Shang was almost suffocated. The dirt was all over his body. He didn't dare to move at all. When he was close to drowning, he grabbed the board and climbed up.

After spitting out the foul stuff in his mouth, Liu Shang clung to the toilet door and accepted the judgment of his fate in fear.

For a full hour and a half, the stench and hunger made him try to open the toilet door and look outside. It rained heavily in the sky and blood was flowing on the ground.

Step by step towards the square, everything in sight is scarlet, with tens of thousands of corpses lying on tables and chairs.

There was no one in the city except for the sound of Liu Shang's staggering footsteps, as if he was wandering alone in hell.

He won the bet.

I won!!

The heavy rain was raging all over the sky, and Gucheng had never seen such a refreshing rain curtain. Liu Shang waved his arms, knelt on the ground and roared.

I fucking won the bet!!

Chang'an, I am going to travel seven thousand miles. I am not a coward in an isolated city.

Please be sure to stay alive.

must.

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Chapter completed!