The changes in the city builders reminded Xuan Tianming of the Yao family, but upon closer inspection, the two were different. Although the Yao family had also changed, they were not as crazy as the city builders. After drinking the water mixed with the white powder, it seemed that it not only made people more easily aroused by radical emotions, but also had some anesthetic effect, so that people could not feel the pain.
Bai Ze said to Xuan Tianming, "Master, do you know that there is a thing in Qianzhou that the people call Jile Xiaoyao Powder, which can only be grown in the coldest land in Qianzhou. Taking that thing will not only make people addicted, but also drive people crazy. Once that thing is swallowed, the person who takes it will forget the pain, and will blindly and aimlessly perform certain actions under the guidance of someone with ulterior motives, and may even lose his life for it."
Xuan Tianming nodded: "There is such a thing. People in the martial arts world call it the Walking Corpse Powder. People who eat it will become walking corpses. Although people are still alive, they are no different from dead. They have no sense of pain, no sense of fear, and no ability to distinguish right from wrong." He took a deep breath, "In this city, everyone has become a walking corpse, hundreds of thousands of walking corpses!" It's terrible!
Everyone present felt a deep chill. A city with hundreds of thousands of people! The person who poisoned was so generous, he was simply unscrupulous. Could it be that the sacrifice of the soldiers was not enough to win the war, and the lives of ordinary people had to be sacrificed?
"Duanmu Anguo." Xuan Tianming said coldly: "This king is really looking forward to your end. Being able to wipe out the lives of hundreds of thousands of people with a wave of your sleeve, how miserable should your end be to be worthy of the people who died because of this?"
That's right, people who took the zombie powder would not be able to survive in the end. Even if they had enough medicine, they would not be able to survive beyond the Bing year. Moreover, how could Duanmu Anguo keep supplying them with medicine? Those people were just his tools.
"Get ready. Leave the city after dark tonight. Go from the west gate to Bincheng." He gave orders to his men. This time, in addition to picking up Feng Yuheng, he also had to remind Xuan Tianhua that there were crazy people in Jiancheng. If Dashun came, it would be the same as a massacre. It was difficult for Xuan Tianming to do such a thing, let alone his seventh brother who was like a fairy in a painting? He couldn't let his seventh brother go to the battlefield for him and bear such an eternal infamy. The people of this city must die, but they must not die at the hands of the Dashun Army.
He had made a detailed plan, but he did not expect that Duanmu Anguo's private soldiers had already reached the east gate of the city before dark, and under Duanmu Anguo's instructions, they quickly spread to the four gates, conducting all-round supervision of the city.
Under such strict defense, Xuan Tianming and his companions could hardly fly out of the city even if they had wings. He was just a person with extraordinary martial arts, but he was not a person with a strange space like Feng Yuheng. Facing such a large-scale defense of the city, even Xuan Tianming could only shake his head and sigh, helpless.
The city's builders' dependence on water had reached a peak in just a few days. Even in the middle of the night, people would come out to fetch water. Those who drank the water would immediately become energetic, while those who didn't have time to drink would always become listless, or even fall to the ground and wail in pain. Some even started beating people and destroying things, and some even couldn't wait and wanted to jump into the well to drink, but ended up drowning themselves.
But people did not feel fear because of this, nor did they feel it was unusual. Instead, they thought it was natural and they still had the same thirst for water as they did for air.
Xuan Tianming and the others dispersed and returned to the courtyard where they lived. They couldn't leave the city tonight, so they had to wait and see what new tricks Jiancheng would come up with tomorrow! He regretted it now. If he had shot Duanmu Anguo to death when he entered the city, could he have saved the hundreds of thousands of people in Jiancheng? He and Bai Ze wouldn't be unable to escape, right? At most, they could just go around in circles with the enemy and wait for Feng Yuheng to arrive. As long as Feng Yuheng arrived, they would no longer have to worry about hiding places.
However, there is no if in everything. He did not kill Duanmu Anguo at that time, and the hundreds of thousands of people who built the city were ultimately unable to escape Duanmu Anguo's harm.
The next day, just after the sun rose, those forces outside who were deceiving the people and inciting hatred between Zong Sui and Da Shun began to march in the streets again. This time, they seemed to be driving people to the west gate in a planned way. Xuan Tianming heard someone say, "The Da Shun army has already set up camp outside the city. Today we will fight to the death with Da Shun!"
He frowned, thinking that Xuan Tianhua had arrived so quickly, which was not a good thing. Once the 500,000-strong Dashun Army faced off against the 300,000 crazy zombie-like civilians of Zong Sui Jiancheng, the scene would be so tragic that it was unimaginable.
However, even if he had thought of the ending, he was powerless to stop it. The west gate of Jiancheng was finally opened at dawn, and hundreds of thousands of people rushed out, each holding the iron weapons that were once the pride of Zong Sui, shouting slogans such as "Fight Dashun" and "Take back Bincheng", and rushed straight to the west.
Xuan Tianming and his men also mixed in the crowd and finally left the gate of Jiancheng. After Xuan Tianming left the city, he kept looking forward, trying to find out if Feng Yuheng was outside the city. At this time, Bai Ze found Zuo Da and his bastard son in the crowd. Others were carrying weapons to kill people, but they were carrying their belongings and trying to take the opportunity to escape. The bastard son didn't forget to tease women at this time, and he would always touch the women he passed by.
Xuan Tianming soon discovered the two of them, so he ordered Bai Ze: "Catch those two, and let's retreat outside the crowd as soon as possible. It's very chaotic now, and no one will notice us."
Indeed, it was very chaotic now, everyone was rushing forward like crazy, occasionally those who ran slowly were pushed down by the people behind them, and then trampled to death. No one would pay attention to who was faster or slower, even if someone left the team, no one would care, because everyone was crazy, including the soldiers in the Zong Sui army, who were no different from ordinary people.
Soon, Xuan Tianming and twelve secret guards separated from the crowd, and Bai Ze also brought Zuo Da and Zuo Dasheng to them. Zuo Da was so scared when he saw Xuan Tianming. As the governor of Zong Sui City, and the governor of Jiancheng so close to Dashun, he was very familiar with the princes of Dashun who were good at fighting. Although he had never seen any of them in person, the ninth prince Xuan Tianming was born with a purple lotus mark between his eyebrows, and he always remembered this. Now he recognized him almost at a glance, and he was so cruel that he couldn't help slapping himself. He just escaped from Duanmu Anguo's dragon pond, but entered Xuan Tianming's tiger school. Why is he so unlucky?
But even though he was depressed, he did not forget to use the skills he was born with. He knelt down in front of Xuan Tianming, raised his head, as if he was looking at a god, and praised him exaggeratedly: "Are you the legendary Ninth Prince of the Great Shun Dynasty's God of War? Oh my God! I can't believe that I, Zuo Da, can see such a person in my lifetime. I have no regrets in death, no regrets in death!"
Xuan Tianming had no choice but to accept it. In such a situation, Zuo Da could actually say such words. How good must this man's psychological quality be?
However, this was not the end. Seeing Xuan Tianming's cold face, Zuo Da felt that he might not have shown enough, so he continued, "Although I am in Zong Sui, my heart is always with Da Shun! Your Highness, you are my belief in this life. I dream of following the God of War, Your Highness, to conquer the world and carve out a niche. I didn't expect to meet Your Highness today. It must be that I burned incense and worshipped Buddha day and night, and the Buddha showed his spirit, which made my wish come true. Your Highness, I will follow you from now on, and I will follow you with my son. We will fight wherever you point us. Even if you ask us to take down Jiancheng's nest, I won't even blink an eye, don't you think?" As he spoke, he nudged Zuo Dasheng next to him with his elbow, "Express your attitude, and hurry up."
Zuo Dasheng knew his father too well. He had seen his father's tricks since he was a child and could almost recite them by heart. Thinking back to the time when his father relied on this skill of talking to successfully transform himself from a small county magistrate to the governor of Jiancheng, he was extremely impressed by this. Now that he had fallen into the hands of the Dashun people, he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that his father's mouth could save his life again. "My father is right. From today on, my father and I will be Zong Sui's people in life and Dashun's ghosts in death. As long as His Highness the Ninth Prince says a word, we will die without hesitation!"
Xuan Tianming couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he waved his hand vigorously and shouted coldly: "Shut up! Let me ask you, where is Duanmu Anguo now?"
Zuo Da quickly raised his hand: "I know, I know, I know this. He is in the secret room of the prefectural government. He has been living in the secret room since he entered Jiancheng and has never come out."
"Right, right, right!" Zuo Dasheng also rushed to say, "Just like a mouse, hiding here and there. He must have been scared by you, Your Highness. Knowing that your army is approaching the city, he was so scared that he dared not show up!"
Zuo Da quickly poked his son and whispered, "It is His Highness the Seventh Prince who is at the gates of the city."
"Uh... one thing, one thing."
"You are the governor of Jiancheng." Xuan Tianming looked at Zuo Da, "Since you are the governor, you are also the parent official of the people in the city. Do you know what your mission as a parent official is?"
"What is it?" Zuo Da was stunned, then said: "Who cares what it is! Your Highness, I am not a prefect now, I am just a small follower in front of your saddle, I have nothing to do with Zong Sui anymore. I won't even blink an eye if these lunatics are killed."
Xuan Tianming snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a bone-chilling light, "Alright." He said, "Alright. Since you all listen to me, then now, go and do something for me!"
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