Wei Ji was in a high position and was well-informed. He had already written a letter to inform the elders of the tribe about the epidemic and its symptoms in the south, reminding them to take precautions.
So when someone in the fort went crazy and started biting people everywhere, he and the elders of the tribe reacted immediately, and hurriedly ordered people to notify the tribe members and ordered the person who was sick to be killed.
Because once they are infected with this disease, they can no longer be called human beings.
But these idiots not only refused to obey orders, but also stopped the guards who were delivering the message and knelt before him begging bitterly.
"Chief, no! My son is just sick, it won't kill him!"
"Please, Chief, please retract your order. Those people are our blood relatives. We should be trying to rescue them now, not..."
"Uncle Eighth is right, we can't massacre our clansmen!"
"My father is just sick and confused and doesn't recognize people. The clan leader is your cousin, you can't let anyone kill him..."
They thought it was just a plague that could infect humans and didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all.
At that time, the outside world was in great chaos, and several elders of the clan were on their way. Seeing that the situation was not right, the second great-uncle only had time to send some children out of the fort through the secret passage.
While this group of people were holding Wei Ji back, the situation in the fort kept getting worse. One person fell ill and bit countless people around him. The bitten people began to show symptoms and turned into living dead. Subsequently, more and more people were bitten.
Many tribesmen who did not receive the news died before they could react.
By the time these people came to their senses, the riot in the fort had reached a point where it was out of control.
Wei Ji was heartbroken. He had been an official in Beijing for decades, and most of the clan affairs were handled by the elders. Many of the younger generations had no impression of him, and his prestige in the clan was not as high as before.
At the critical moment, he, as the clan leader, was unable to give orders to his clan members.
Among the five elders who were in charge of the family affairs, two were bitten by their family members, one was eaten during the riot, and another was scratched in the panic. They began to fall ill soon after hiding in the underground palace.
Because of these people's kindness, more of his clansmen were killed, but in order to protect his family, he had to lead them to hide in the underground palace.
You can imagine how angry Wei Ji was.
Wei Mingzhang was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "Nephew, I know I was wrong. I hope that the clan leader will not get so angry that he will hurt himself."
His eyes were red as he continued, "Everyone is counting on you now. Please take care of yourself. When the riots subside, I will go to the graves of all the clansmen and die in apology."
The younger generations behind him immediately knelt down.
They also knew that they had caused a terrible disaster and almost wiped out the entire family. If the clan leader had not led the clan members to retreat into the underground palace in time, more people would probably have died.
Just one word of regret.
Wei Ji stood with his hands behind his back, unmoved.
In the distance, an old man walked unsteadily, being supported by someone as he entered. He bowed tremblingly towards Wei Ji and said, "Brother."
When Wei Ji saw the person coming, his expression brightened a little, "Why did you come out? If you are sick, you should rest well."
The old man's name was Wei Zhongxun, and he was the only one of the five elders who was still alive. Such a disaster had happened in the tribe. He was overly worried and felt guilty. He fell ill soon after entering the underground palace.
"My cousin heard the noise outside and came to ask." Wei Zhongxun panted and answered in a buzzing voice.
Although he is five years younger than Wei Ji, Wei Zhongxun looks like an octogenarian at this moment.
He looked at the tablets of his clan members placed in the mourning hall, his expression filled with sorrow. "I was entrusted with the management of the clan's affairs. Who could have imagined that I would fail my elder brother's trust and allow the younger generation to cause such a disaster? I feel guilty and I'm afraid that after my death I will not be able to face our ancestors..."
Wei Zhongxun wiped his tears and started coughing violently.
Wei Ji hurriedly stepped forward to support him, sighing softly and saying, "This matter is not your fault, so why do you have to take the responsibility?"
Wei Zhongxun obviously didn't listen. After stopping his cough, he continued, "It's my younger brother who failed to teach the younger members of the clan well. Big brother, please don't comfort me. When we get up there, we'll open the ancestral hall and deal with it according to the clan rules."
Wei Mingzhang and others who were kneeling on the ground also had tears on their faces. They originally just wanted to protect their relatives, but they never thought that they would harm more tribesmen.
But what's the use of regretting?
"Forget it." Wei Ji knew that he was always stubborn, so he didn't try to persuade him anymore. He turned around and ordered, "Order someone to open the underground palace and go out and take a look."
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The huge noise attracted all the zombies outside. There was a long queue on the drawbridge at the door, and the huge army of zombies followed the sound and chased out of the fort.
Wei Lang hid on the roof, staring at the suspension bridge below with curiosity.
Before leaving, his elder sister repeatedly told him to listen to Chang Ying and not to act on his own, and he obeyed obediently.
So when Chang Ying asked him to lie down here and wait, he just lay there obediently without moving.
The group was on the roof, silently watching the movements below.
After all the zombies below had left, and seeing that the zombies behind seemed to be returning, Chang Ying quickly jumped down from the roof and turned the disc to retract the drawbridge.
The suspension bridge slowly rose, and the noise it made attracted some zombies to look back. They turned their feet stiffly, and with a "splash", they stepped on empty air and fell into the river.
Only after the suspension bridge was completely retracted did Chang Ying dare to let Wei Lang come down.
After so many days back home, this was the first time Wei Lang stood on the street of his hometown.
"I will lead people to eliminate the remaining zombies now." Chang Ying said, "Erlang, go back to the ancestral hall first, don't let the girl worry."
Wei Lang refused to do it when he heard this. He had been out for a long time and had done nothing, so why did he have to go back?
But sister said she would listen to Chang Ying...
Wei Lang's expression was very conflicted, but he refused to leave.
Chang Ying tried to coax her for a long time but to no avail.
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