It's night, Prince Liang's Mansion.
Gucheng is waiting.
He knew that Cheng Zizao was using him as a gunman, but he was willing to do so.
Cheng Zizai was not sure whether there was something wrong with Zhu Lu. As the new imperial advisor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he could not gain a firm foothold in Haojing. Frankly speaking, his influence is not as good as that of Prime Minister Tang Shiqi.
With the current situation in Haojing, Tang Shiqi's downfall has become inevitable. Commander-in-Chief Cheng Zizai had to deal with the government affairs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so at this critical juncture, he could not take this risk.
Therefore, this evil person, and even a sinner, can only be done by Gucheng.
But who would have thought that General Zhenxi, who was burdened with infamy, would actually be the man who served the country with determination?
But what Gucheng didn't expect was that the Demon Sect would extend the front line so long this time, not only confronting Yunhai Xianmen, but also determined to kill Cheng Zizuo.
This siege is about to end.
But the people who died in this siege will be far more than just the innocent souls in Longhai County.
The autumn rain never stops, night has come, but the person Gucheng is waiting for has not come back yet.
He regretted it a little.
When Ye Qiu forced out the old eunuch's true form, he should have chased after him and killed Zhu Lu directly together with Ye Qiu.
But he didn't dare to leave at that time.
Cheng Zizai calculated that the Yunhai Immortal Sect was the first one. If he let Bai Ze die in the county again, the anger from the Immortal Sect would not be called the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the Demon Sect who sent the Three Saints and Seven Sages for this siege. , may not be able to bear it.
After all, the Yunhai Immortal Sect is guarded by an immortal sword.
When the fairy sword is unsheathed, the situation in the north will inevitably face a reshuffle.
But tonight, Gucheng is destined to be unable to wait for Ye Qiu.
The city shrouded in the hurricane's heavy rain, and those resentful spirits struck to death by thunder are about to be reborn!
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Direction to Nancheng.
Puppet master Zhou Ze led 800 government officials, and in the name of searching and rescuing survivors in Nancheng, they rushed all the living people around who could stand on two feet to Dongcheng for resettlement, claiming that they interfered with the rescue and were not allowed to approach Nancheng.
But after clearing the field, Zhou Ze stood still, leaving the eight hundred men to soak in the autumn rain and shivering with cold.
Those eight hundred men were all the men and horses in the entire county that could be assigned to Zhou Ze.
The rest of the soldiers were all transferred to Prince Liang's Mansion by Gucheng, and were led by Crazy Sword He Liang, preparing to face the terror that might appear in Longhai County.
The superior officers directly under the eight hundred policemen scolded Zhou Ze's eighteen generations of ancestors in their hearts, but they still couldn't change the fact that they swallowed their anger like little wives and followed Zhou Ze in the rain.
Simply because the gloomy young man in front of him was the commander assigned by Zhenxi General Gucheng to lead their rescue operation.
Among the eight hundred people, there was an old catcher with more than thirty years of experience. He had the courage to ask the young man with a gloomy face, saying that he was here to rescue the survivors in Nancheng, but seeing the buildings in Nancheng that were turned into ruins by lightning, Water has accumulated under the continuous autumn rain. If we don't take action, I'm afraid even if there are living people buried in the ruins, they will be drowned. Why don't we take action.
The young man with a gloomy face only said one sentence: "Wait."
The old catcher was so blocked that he couldn't say a word. He only thought about the people who came out of the Zhenxi General's Mansion. As expected, there was no good person.
Wait.
There were corpses everywhere in Nancheng. He was almost freezing to death just waiting. Could it be that he was waiting for those dead people to come back to life?
The old catcher felt resentful and resentful, but as time passed, at a certain moment, he suddenly felt frightened.
Could it be that the commander who suddenly parachuted in acted in such a weird way and was possessed by an evil spirit and wanted to freeze them alive in this cold rainy night?
The old catcher was thinking this when he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if there was a figure walking around in the ruins of Nancheng, like a ghost.
The old catcher was startled and broke into a cold sweat. He quickly wiped the cold rain on his face with his hand, trying to see the phantom clearly.
It didn't matter. It almost scared the experienced old catcher to death.
There are no figures walking around in the ruins of Nancheng. They are clearly black figures one after another, crawling up from the ruins!
