Xiahou Qing's voice nearly frightened Xiahou Jun so much that he fell off the stool. Xiahou Jun regained his composure and could not help but feel lucky that he had put away the jade hairpin Wang Wu had given him before he became dazed. If Xiahou Qing had known about it, he might have been silenced. "Foster father, why are you here?"
After finding a place to sit down, Xiahou Qing said with concern: "Ever since that incident, you haven't liked to talk much. Your father is just a little worried about you."
Xiahou Jun shook his head and said, "I'm fine. It's just that too many things have happened recently, and my mind is a little confused. But don't worry, godfather, I don't think it will affect our plan."
Xiahou Qing didn't know what he wanted to say next. Or perhaps it was because he saw Xiahou Chun being so humble and cautious that he suddenly couldn't say anything. "Well, go to bed early. We're going to break camp and set off the day after tomorrow. Take this opportunity to rest up."
"Yes, I respectfully send you off, Pavilion Master."
However, two days later, Xiahou Jun didn't wait for Xiahou Qing's order to break camp. Instead, he heard that Xiahou Qing had released Jiang Qing and all the living dead in the county city without a single one left...
If Shi Zairong had not asked the soldiers to be on alert at all times, otherwise, when the living dead surrounded the city, they really would not be able to think of any solution at all.
Because they had been prepared early in the morning, even though some soldiers were asleep on the night of the zombie attack, they handled the situation properly and not a single zombie was allowed into the town. When Shi Zairong received the news, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes before running to the top of the city wall and asking, "What's the situation?"
Xiao Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "These living dead are coming at us aggressively, and they don't feel pain. They just keep charging forward. The situation is not optimistic."
Lin Feng on the side also said, "I just went out and took a quick look. Judging from the number of these living dead, it seems that they are about the same as what I know in Qinghe County."
Shi Zairong and Xiao Liang were shocked when they heard this, and asked almost in unison: "They didn't bite you?"
Lin Feng explained, "Maybe it's because my body was able to recover thanks to the Shengxi Gu. These living dead don't seem to be hostile to me, as if they can't even see me."
"That really is a blessing in disguise." Looking at the living dead below the city wall, their eyes gleaming with ferocious intent and faces etched with agony, Shi Zairong suddenly came up with a plan, a plan that might cost them their lives. "...Xiao Liang, how much tung oil is left in the city?"
Xiao Liang calculated it in his mind, but he couldn't remember the exact amount of tung oil. However, when he first came to this town, he counted the tung oil in the town once, and it hadn't been touched since then. When he was sorting out the warehouse a few days ago, he took a glance at it and thought it should still be usable. "As for tung oil, there is still a lot of it. Has the Grand Tutor thought of anything?"
Shi Zairong continued to ask, "Are there enough food and water?"
Watching the soldiers standing on the city wall trying every possible way to reduce the number of living dead, Xiao Liang sighed softly and replied, "If we don't accept supplies from outside from today, we can only hold out for ten days."
In ten days, even the biggest ghosts should be extinguished. Thinking of this, Shi Zairong said, "Okay, let's find a way to gather these living dead together. I want to liberate them."
Lin Feng frowned slightly and reminded, "Are you thinking of using fire attack? Isn't that a bit risky? Not to mention whether we can keep them in one place, if we're not careful and those flames surround the town, we'll all be turned into beggar chickens."
If it weren't for the fact that these undead felt no pain and weren't afraid of death, Shi Zairong would have preferred to wait for the soldiers to slowly clear them out. But the situation now was that while it normally only took two or three arrows to kill an ordinary enemy, it would now take more than twice as many to completely kill a undead. Even if the town had sufficient supplies, they would have been depleted in such a sudden attack. If Xiahou Qing had suddenly arrived with his men, not only would everyone be exhausted, but they would also be out of ammunition and food, leaving them completely powerless to resist. "At this point, there's no better way. We can only fight."
After saying that, a somewhat unfamiliar child's voice suddenly sounded behind them, "This method is really bold, but I like it." Turning around, they saw Huangfu Ning appear with Prajna, Tanhua, and Jialuo, who usually hardly communicated with them.
Prajna smiled and looked at Jialuo, who had spoken first and was full of fighting spirit, and said, "If Grand Master is at ease, how about leaving this matter to us?"
Shi Zairong did not answer immediately, but greeted the newcomers respectfully with everyone else: "Uncle Ning, three seniors."
This attitude actually satisfied Tan Hua. There was no other way. A well-mannered, good-looking, and talented young man always made people want to lend a hand. "We are not helping you for nothing. What you owe now will be repaid later."
Shi Zairong bowed and said, "If I can help break the siege today, as long as I can do it, no matter what it is, as long as it does not violate morality, I will definitely do it for you!"
Prajna nodded slightly, looked at Huangfu Ning, and said, "Very good, then, let's begin. Take your people and evacuate the city wall for the time being. Don't get close to avoid accidental injuries."
After Huangfu Ning took out the puppet string that he had brought with him for the familiar scent of the sable and used it for the final use by Huangfu Zhong, the living dead outside the city, who were already very restless because of the moonlight in the dark night, became even more manic. The sound of their nails scratching on the city wall was extremely harsh.
Prajna glanced at the small porcelain bottle in Huangfu Ning's hand and said, "I think you have all the puppet threads in your hand. There aren't many of them. You should choose a good place before you start."
Huangfu Ning was startled. Didn't he tell these people what was in the porcelain bottle? What was the origin of this Prajna? How could she know everything? "...Senior, you are even more powerful than I thought. You figured out what was in this porcelain bottle with just one look?"
Prajna chuckled and said, "I just have better eyesight and a better nose. This puppet silk is just an ordinary item for the Huangfu family, but it is a rare treasure for others. The undercurrent of brilliance under the moonlight is actually quite beautiful."
Huangfu Ning nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, not only do we think it is beautiful, but these living dead outside the city like it just as much."
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