Seeing the long swords in the hands of the guards and their ferocious looks, the villagers were not afraid. Instead, they felt safe and simply sat on the ground around the ruined temple.

With so many people, the small hill seems a bit crowded.

Wei Xiyin thought for a moment, then said to Cheng Xiu at the door, "Send someone to ask the villagers and find out their background."

"Yes!" Cheng Xiu accepted the order.

After a while, Cheng Xiu came in to report.

"My dear, they are all from a nearby village called Xiahe. There was a riot in the village last night. Those villagers hid in the cellar and escaped. When they came out, they happened to run into us."

"But..." Cheng Xiu continued, "It is said that they were able to survive thanks to a gentleman who stayed in the village last night."

"Sir?" Wei Xiyin frowned.

In this dynasty, those who could be called "sir" were all people of great talent. What kind of "sir" would live in a small village?

Wei Xiyin quickly asked, "Is the gentleman outside too?"

"Here I am."

"Please come in and let me see you."

"yes!"

Soon, a man followed the guards into the temple.

The man was about thirty years old, wearing dirty coarse cloth clothes, and his cloth shoes were covered with mud. However, his face was fair and clean, his eyebrows were light, and his temperament was elegant, giving people a very strange feeling of incongruity.

How should I put it? It's very contradictory.

Judging from his appearance and temperament alone, this person looks like a rich and noble young man, but he is wearing coarse clothes and cloth shoes that are totally incompatible with his image.

It's like putting Ultraman in a princess dress, which feels very incongruous.

The man bowed and saluted the two people in the temple, "Greetings, sir and lady." It was the same bow, but his action was particularly free and easy.

Unaware of the other person's identity, Wei Xiyin stood up, returned a half-bow, and politely asked, "What's your name, sir?"

"My name is Chu Yu."

Wei Xiyin tried hard to search in her mind for the family with the surname Chu that she knew.

Chu Yu smiled knowingly and took the initiative to say, "I am a commoner, and was once an aide to the King of Changsha. I am passing through here on my way back to visit my relatives."

Was? Does that mean it's not now?

Then she realized, "King of Changsha?" That was the prince of Changsha County in the south.

Wei Xiyin's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly asked, "Mr. Chu, are you coming back from the south? What's the situation in the south now?"

Chu Yu glanced at Wei Lang, who was sitting beside him with an innocent look on his face, and realized that the person in charge was the girl in front of him.

"Yu was still under control when he left, but now he's probably in great danger." Chu Yu replied respectfully.

His words indirectly confirmed Wei Xiyin's previous guess that the so-called plague in the south was indeed the zombie virus.