Don't think like that, you've always been a good person.
Lou Mu gently comforted him.
"Regardless of whether it is true or not, can you bear to see these innocent people living in such dire straits?"
Tang Nian answered instinctively, "I don't want to."
"That's good. Just follow your heart and don't care about other people's demands or opinions."
Lou Mu smiled.
"I asked you earlier not to make you think that way, but just to tell you that the High Goddess has been paying attention, and she also wants to resolve the affairs of the mortal world. At least this is not something Kunlun is in charge of."
"That's true." Tang Nian sighed, forcing a smile. "Let's rest. We can talk about other things tomorrow."
Tang Nian really needed to be alone, so Lou Mu didn't say anything more and turned back to his room.
The next morning, Minghuan found the two of them.
“Let’s go back to Yingzhou City.” Ming Huan looked up at Tang Nian. “You still have a lot of things to take care of, and it’s not good for you to waste your time here.”
"But your body..."
"Sister Tang, I'm fine. I can take care of myself. Besides, I still have you all."
The two exchanged a glance. Since Minghuan had already brought it up, they went along with it.
But the horse I rode here can't just teleport me back to the city.
After thinking for a moment, the two went to a nearby village first, and then took Minghuan on horseback into the city.
This village was the hometown of Old Yang that day.
Tang Nian had just mounted her horse when she noticed something piled up behind a house not far away.
She quickly got down, jogged over to take a look, and then called Lou Mu over.
"Wait, look here!"
Lou Mu frowned upon seeing this.
Behind the house were piles of armor belonging to a large number of soldiers.
But this is already the territory of the Great Chu. How did so many suits of armor end up here?
Did a large number of people infiltrate the Great Chu army camp, or did Elder Yang leave something behind?
Tang Nian crouched down and searched carefully among the pile of armor.
She actually found some bloodstains on the inside of a suit of armor.
So... these are the armors of those wounded soldiers?
But why would it appear here?
Seeing Ming Huan walking towards them, Lou Mu pulled Tang Nian up.
"It's getting late, we should head back to Yingzhou City."
Tang Nian was confused, but she didn't want to offend Lou Mu, so she followed Lou Mu back to the horse.
"Sister Tang, what happened?"
Tang Nian glanced at Lou Mu subconsciously.
"It's nothing, let's go back to Yingzhou City."
Before even entering the city, Tang Nian could smell a strong stench of blood.
"Why is the stench of blood so strong in the city?"
The soldiers guarding the city gate rushed forward to greet the two of them.
But when he saw Ming Huan, he swallowed all his words.
Although he returned with the two adults, he kept in mind what General Lin had said.
That matter must not be discussed with anyone other than the two adults.
"Lord Tang, Lord Lou, General Lin requests your presence."
Tang Nian nodded: "Go and inform General Lin that we will go to the inn to rest first, and then we will arrive."
"Yes." The soldier glanced at Ming Huan one last time before jogging away.
After settling Minghuan in, the two hurried to the military camp.
The atmosphere in the military camp was somewhat heavy, and although it was well concealed, it could not escape the eyes of the two men.
Sure enough, something happened at the military camp.
Lin Zhenming had already received the news and was waiting for the two at the door.
Upon seeing them, they quickly went to greet them.
He didn't say much, but simply led the two towards Old Yang's tent.
Lifting the curtain, Tang Nian glanced at Lin Zhenming and immediately turned to ask, "What exactly is going on with these people?"
"The temperature suddenly dropped last night, and those wounded soldiers didn't make it. Old Yang is stitching them up."
Lin Zhenming's voice was somewhat low, and his eyes showed endless exhaustion.
Lou Mu waved his hand, telling him to go and rest.
"Lord Lou, I..."
Lin Zhenming hesitated for a moment, unwilling to leave.
"What do you want to say?" Lou Mu looked Lin Zhenming up and down, his tone unfriendly.
Lin Zhenming hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "I'll go in with you. You two will find out soon enough."
He and Tang Nian exchanged a glance and walked into the tent.
The tents were piled high with corpses, and although they had tried their best to arrange them neatly, they still looked somewhat messy.
Some of the blood on the ground had congealed, and there was still some blood dripping from the corpse.
The bodies left with Old Yang cannot be buried.
Old Yang was engrossed in arranging the threads and didn't even glance at the two of them.
They didn't say anything, just stood quietly to the side watching Old Yang stitch up the corpse.
"Lou Mu!"
Tang Nian gasped and grabbed Lou Mu's sleeve.
Lou Mu quickly turned his head and followed Tang Nian's gaze.
Then, the stitched-up corpse on the ground suddenly sat up.
His eyes were cloudy, and he let out a low growl, as if trying to break free from the shackles of death.
Before the two could react, the other corpses, regardless of whether they were stitched up, all stood up.
Their bodies were stiff and cold, but the fierce glint in their eyes sent chills down one's spine.
Lin Zhenming seemed to be quite familiar with this matter. He pulled Old Yang, who was still sewing, up and dragged him behind them.
Just one step away, the corpse was about to grab Old Yang's ankle.
"How long has this situation been going on?"
Lou Mu shoved the corpse aside with a backhand and asked Lin Zhenming in a cold voice.
"It started the night the two gentlemen left."
Tang Nian conjured up a porcelain bottle and some yellow paper from somewhere, with talismanic water swirling inside the bottle.
Tang Nian opened the porcelain bottle and sprinkled the water mixed with talisman ash onto the corpse. At the same time, the yellow paper in his hand was also lit, emitting a faint yellow light.
Seeing this, Lin Zhenming quickly stopped Tang Nian.
"Lord Tang, please wait! These are all my men. Could you please leave them with their bodies intact?"
Tang Nian paused as she was about to throw out the talisman, then held it between her fingers, closed her eyes, and began to chant.
She had encountered this situation before. Some people believed that any corpse touched by a Taoist priest would cause the soul to be scattered. After it happened so many times, Tang Nian didn't want to explain anymore.
The flames of the yellow talisman gradually died down the moment it touched Tang Nian's fingers, and the ash slowly rose into the air and landed on the corpse.
The bodies slowly quieted down, but they remained standing.
"General Lin, are you sure you want to keep it? If I remember correctly, a sewn-up corpse can be cremated directly."
Tang Nian said calmly.
“But there are still some here…” Lin Zhenming was also somewhat troubled.
"These corpses have turned into zombies. If we don't take action soon, General Lin, can you bear the consequences?"
Lin Zhenming's face turned pale. He had never seen a pig run but had eaten pork. Of course, he knew that if a zombie bit someone, everyone else would also turn into a zombie.
But he...
"Miss Tang, could you give me a little time to consider?"
Lin Zhenming no longer possessed the decisiveness he displayed on the battlefield. After a long silence, he finally uttered this sentence.
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