The sun sets in the west.

The approaching dusk did not make the hot weather feel cool at all.

The scorching weather turned everything within a radius of hundreds of miles yellow.

Under the scorching heat, ravines appeared on the ground like the old man's withered tree-like skin, and even the surrounding trees withered away.

This is the Heavenly Stem and the Earthly Stem.

But if you look carefully, you will find that the withered trees around are not caused by the harsh weather, but by problems on their trunks. The bark is missing, and even the low parts below are still there.

Teeth marks can be seen.

The staggered tooth marks tell others that these trees have suffered some terrible change.

Looking at the ground again, there are potholes everywhere, and many tree roots are exposed and turned into withered vines by the sun.

This is a blighted, lifeless world.

Maybe the hot hell of hell is nothing more than that.

Ta! Ta! Ta!

The sound of horse hooves sounded.

There was a burst of sound on this quiet avenue, breaking the silent scene.

Under the setting sun, the end of the road.

A lame, skinny horse was slowly walking towards here bit by bit.

There is a figure in the front who is holding a thin horse, but judging from the other person's cautious movements, it seems that he is not holding a mount, but rather he has the illusion of trying to pick up the horse and run.

The young man was dressed in black, but he didn't sweat at all in the hot weather.

The long hair on the shawl looked a little curly, and was carried casually on his shoulders. There was a painted hairpin stuck in the crown.

A sheathed sword was hung across his waist.

Especially with his casual and lazy look, it looked like the long sword was about to fall to the ground.

There was a chill around him, and the lame and skinny horse followed closely behind him, wanting to lie down on the young man's body.

Not only that, there were several butterflies dancing around him.

咴咴——

suddenly.

The lame and thin horse stopped, lowered its head and bit the young man's clothes, whimpering.

"……Um!"

Turning around, the young man stretched out his palm and patted the old horse on the head, saying, "Do you feel it too?"

"As expected of an old horse who has been on the battlefield."

"The smell of blood that is so thick that it cannot be dissipated is simply more eye-catching to me than the sun."

Stepping forward slowly, the young man lowered his head and looked at the marks on the dead tree beside him.

There are staggered teeth marks on it.

"..."

He lowered his head and stared for a long time, then reached out to touch the mark, and then glanced at the exact same mark on almost every tree trunk around him. The young man sighed helplessly, and followed the sound that gradually filled the air.

He smelled the smell of blood and murmured to himself: "There is nothing more natural or man-made disaster than war and famine."

"The bones are white and the ground is thousands of miles away."

"They say fire and water are ruthless, but compared to the situation in front of us, it's nothing."

His nose moved slightly, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger. To him, the smell was like needles constantly piercing his nostrils. Not only that, this strong smell of blood was also mixed with

It smells rancid.

"Let's go."

After pausing here for a moment, he continued to pull the lame old horse and slowly walked towards the source of the smell step by step.

Soon.

After stepping out of the dry forest, the young man finally saw the source.

In the distance, you can see a dark black hill there.

No!

That's not a hill at all.

If you look closely, you will see that it is simply a hill made of piled heads.

Each head has bloody facial features, a ferocious face, and wide-open black eyes, looking ahead with boundless resentment and fear.

The spreading blood had long since dried up under the scorching sun, leaving behind meandering black lines.

That's a mountain of human heads, it's Jingguan.

The smell of blood and putrefaction came from here.

"!!!"

When he saw the horrific scene with his own eyes, the young man couldn't help but tremble physically and mentally. For him, such a tragic scene was only second to the accident. After all, it was shaped by his own hands.

Many of those heads were tied with strips of yellow ribbons. As a result, they were piled together. After the temple was built, from a distance, there were many yellow strips of cloth entangled and fluttering in the wind, which looked extremely eerie.

After a moment of silence, the young man patted the lame old horse behind him and stepped forward directly.

After arriving in front of Jingguan, he began to observe carefully.

He found that only some of the heads that built the Jingguan were wrapped in yellow scarves, while almost half had no yellow scarves wrapped around them at all, and there were even many heads of children and old people inside.

Looking at the head at the top, it was unexpectedly wearing a helmet. It looked like the head of a defeated general.

After counting carefully, the young man roughly guessed that the number of people here was close to ten thousand.

The people who built this capital, except for the Yellow Turban Army, and even the common people who were carrying bundles, were all killed, regardless of age or age.

The ruthlessness of his methods, his murderous intention, and his coldness of mind even remind people of the former battlefield killing god Bai Qi.

Looking not far away, the soil there showed obvious signs of renovation, but the smell of decay was no weaker than that of Skull Mountain.

It was obvious what was buried there.

Closing his eyes, the young man roughly imagined the war that had happened here before in his mind, and replayed the process of the war in his mind. At the end, he opened his eyes, his face was as gloomy as water, and he read out a person's words.

name.

"Zhu Jun!"

"You've gone too far."

Zhu Jun, the Youzhonglang general who suppressed the Yellow Turban Uprising.

Taking a deep breath, the young man suppressed the anger in his heart. After his sullen expression slowly dissipated, he regained his composure. With an indifferent look on his face, he called back his lame old horse and turned over.

After getting on the horse, he said "drive" and then rode the old horse towards Wancheng in front.

But at the moment of setting off, the young man looked back at Skull Mountain on horseback.

His gaze was not on the general's head at the top, nor on the other heads tied with yellow scarves, but on the head of a child built in the middle to fill the gap.

The horns were still pierced, but the skin and bones on the face covered with blood could not be covered. The slightly opened mouth and the wide-open black eyes seemed to be asking others what they were doing.

Half a moment.

The young man withdrew his gaze and lightly touched the horse's belly with his feet. Immediately, the lame old horse burst out at the maximum speed it could reach, limping towards the front.

…

Wancheng.

They had just defeated the Sun Xia tribe of the Yellow Turban Army who occupied Wancheng, and captured the city in one fell swoop. The Yellow Turban Army stationed there retreated steadily. Finally, after a battle, Sun Xia's tribe was defeated, leaving Zhu Juan with a ruined Wancheng.

Zhu Jun, who was riding a tall horse and wearing armor, could not help but be sulky.

He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

The generals and soldiers on the side were shivering in horror under this murderous aura, wondering why it was so cold in the hot weather?

"try to find!"

"Find the traces of those yellow scarves and find where Sun Xia is."

Zhu Jun slowly opened his eyes, his eyes almost emitting a piercing light, and said: "Rebellious people should be punished!"

"I will use their heads to congratulate the Supreme Being!"

"Here!"

Several generals who accompanied him received their orders at the same time, and then rode away directly with some people on their horses, chasing the retreating Sun Xia tribe of the Yellow Turban Army.

Zhu Jun did not follow, but instead cleaned the blood on his chin and beard, and then rode his horse directly into the city.
Chapter completed!