"Dizzy?" Zhou Ping was stunned. His expression changed as his vision spun. "Oh no, there's poison in the tea!"
He struggled to get up, but he felt weak all over. He sat down again and asked dizzily, "What's going on?"
Lu Ye knew that the poisoning had nothing to do with Zhou Ping.
He had sensed that there was poison in the tea because his Talent Tree had some abnormal reactions, but he pretended not to know.
He didn't expect Zhou Ping to be poisoned as well. Since he didn't arrange for someone to poison him, then …
The sound of clothes fluttering could be heard as a pot-bellied man walked out from the inner side of the side hall. He had a dignified appearance. Behind him was an elderly man who was dressed like a Confucian scholar and holding a feather fan.
Clatter, clatter, clatter, another group of people strode in from the entrance, all of them with unfriendly expressions.
"Sir City Lord?" Zhou Ping was stunned when he saw this lineup. He had no idea what was going on.
The City Lord didn't say anything. He just sat on his armchair with a gloomy gaze.
The middle-aged man dressed like a Confucian scholar stood beside the City Lord. He looked like he expected better from Zhou Ping. He pointed at Zhou Ping with his feather fan. "Zhou Ping, you've caused a disaster!"
"Sir Meng, what do you mean?" Zhou Ping asked angrily. Although he was straightforward, he wasn't stupid. If he didn't understand what was going on earlier, he had a guess now.
Sir Meng sighed. "Is the Black Turban Army so easy to provoke? Thirty Black Turban Army were killed in front of the city gate. They definitely won't let this go. They'll arrive at the city in a few days. When that time comes, I'm afraid Ding 'an will be plunged into misery and suffering! "
Zhou Ping said, "That's why I invited Sir Lu over to resist the bandit army with us!"
Sir Meng said, "Do you think Ding 'an's strength can stop the Black Turban Army?"
"Of course we'll protect them with our lives!" Zhou Ping's body was weak and powerless. Even the circulation of his spiritual power had stagnated, but his words were sonorous.
Mr. Meng shook his head and said, "That Shifang City's foundation is much stronger than ours. Three months ago, it was also trampled to the ground by Black Scarf. After the city was breached, Black Scarf massacred the entire city for ten days. Nine out of ten houses in Shifang City were wiped out. He changed the topic and said with a pained expression, "Moreover, the black-turban scouts came here to ask us for some food. Their current battlefield is not here. We just gave it to them. Why did you kill them?"
Zhou Ping's eyes widened. "Black Scarf killed our people, and we still have to give him money and food? Mr. Meng, do you want to hear what you're saying? "His face was filled with anger." Today, even if Mr. Lu doesn't make a move, I will! "
Mr. Meng's face turned cold. "Zhou Ping, you're hopeless!"
Zhou Ping gritted his teeth and shouted, "Meng Deyun, I think you're the one who's hopeless! Do you think that by giving them money and food, they won't invade again? I'm afraid you've forgotten how Huangye City was breached. "
"Huangye City …" Meng Deyun frowned. Of course, he had heard about Huangye City. At that time, Huangye City encountered a similar situation, so Huangye City was very cooperative.
Zhou Ping stopped explaining to Meng Deyun. Instead, he looked at the mayor who had been silent all this while. "Sir, Huangye City is a good example. We can't repeat the same mistake! Black Scarf Army's appetite can't be satisfied. If you give them money and food today, they'll make you open the city gates in the future. By then, all the people in the city will be slaughtered. Instead of that, it's better to rise up and resist! "
The potbellied mayor was silent. After a while, he said, "Although Huangye City was breached, there are still half of its people alive. It's much better than Shifang City."
Zhou Ping's face was filled with disbelief. "Sir, don't you know that most of the survivors are women? Black Scarf deliberately left them alive to serve as military prostitutes!"
"It's not just women." The mayor waved his hand. "They'll recruit those with cultivation. They won't kill them easily."
Zhou Ping's eyes widened. "Sir, you're going to rely on Black Scarf?"
Meng Deyun shouted angrily, "It's all because of you! If it weren't for today's matter, how could my Ding An suffer such a disaster? "
Zhou Ping looked at him and then at the mayor. No matter how straightforward he was, he finally understood what was going on. He said in a low voice, "So you poisoned the tea. Mister Lu and I are the bargaining chips for your surrender?"
The mayor said, "You're not, this person is!" He turned to look at Lu Ye. "He killed Black Scarf's men. Only by handing him over can we be safe."
"Then what about the people of Ding An?" Zhou Ping still held on to his last glimmer of hope.
"They're just lowly people. Don't worry about their lives."
Zhou Ping's lips trembled and his face flushed red. After holding back for a long time, he roared, "I'm ashamed to be associated with scum like you! I didn't expect you to be rotten to this extent! "
Meng Deyun shouted, "Zhou Ping, be careful. Disaster comes from the mouth!"
Zhou Ping sneered and ignored him. He turned to look at Lu Ye apologetically. "Mister Lu, this time this Zhou has harmed you. I'm really sorry."
He saw that Lu Ye's strength was good and kindly recruited him, but he didn't expect to bring him such a big crisis.
"It's nothing." Lu Ye, who had been silent all this time, lightly opened his mouth. Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, he picked up his teacup and drank it in one gulp. "The taste is not bad!"
Then he slowly got up and shook his neck. Immediately, a cracking sound came from his neck.
"You …" Meng Deyun looked at Lu Ye in shock, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. Not daring to hesitate, he immediately waved his hand. "Take him!"
With a swishing sound, several thick ropes flew out in a crisscross pattern. Several figures moved freely and in the blink of an eye, Lu Ye was tied up like a dumpling.
Only then did Meng Deyun breathe a sigh of relief. When he saw Lu Ye stand up, he thought that the poison had no effect. He stared deeply at Lu Ye. "Young man, it's not a bad thing to have a chivalrous heart, but it also depends on where you use it. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for killing someone you shouldn't have."
Lu Ye looked at him with an indifferent expression. "I killed …"
Banging sounds suddenly rang out. The ropes that bound him seemed to have been cut by an invisible blade, instantly breaking apart. The cuts were neat and tidy.
Lu Ye took a step forward and was already in front of Meng Deyun.
This Confucian scholar was also a cultivator. Seeing this, his expression changed greatly. He raised his palm and slammed it towards Lu Ye's chest, urging all of his spiritual power.
Lu Ye didn't move at all, but Meng Deyun's wrist hurt from the impact.
Then, he felt his head being pinched. Lu Ye's face was almost touching his face. "… They're all people who deserve to die, such as you!"
Meng Deyun was shocked. Just as he was about to break free from Lu Ye's grip, he felt a pain in his head and his whole body went numb.
"You're courting death!" The potbellied City Lord roared. The five fingers of his fat hand instantly gathered together, as if turning into a bird's beak, and suddenly pecked at Lu Ye's waist.
His wrist tightened as a small hand grabbed his wrist. Shocked, he wanted to pull away, but the other party's hand was like an iron hoop, imprisoning him so that he couldn't move.
Intense pain came from his wrist, and there was even the sound of bones breaking.
"Ah!" the City Lord screamed.
The scream came to an abrupt end. Lu Ye pulled back his fist. In front of him was a rain of blood, and a fat headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.
Zhou Ping, who was weak and powerless, was stunned.
He knew Lu Ye's strength wasn't bad. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill so many Black Scarves on his own. But he never expected him to be so strong.
As far as he knew, Meng Deyun had opened seven apertures, and the City Lord had opened eight. How many apertures had Lu Ye opened? Nine? Nine apertures didn't have such terrifying pressure.
While he was in a daze, Lu Ye had already begun his massacre.
Short screams rang out, and in just three breaths of time, the entire hall fell silent.
The thick stench of blood was nauseating. Zhou Ping's face was pale as he stared at Lu Ye, who stood in the center of the hall without a single drop of blood on his body.
Then he realized something. The City Lord was dead. What was Ding 'an City to do?
Half a day later, an order was issued from the City Lord's residence, announcing it to the entire city.
The original City Lord had made a mistake in his cultivation and suffered Qi Deviation. He had died from his heavy injuries. Now, Zhou Ping of the Zhou Clan had taken over the position of City Lord.
Along with this order, there was also an order to mobilize.
What had happened at the city gate today was too big. In just half a day, the news had spread throughout Ding 'an. Countless Ming people were terrified and uneasy. They clearly knew the consequences of provoking the Black Scarf Army, and they were at a loss about the future.
They had all heard of the Black Scarf Army's style. Even Huang Ye City, who had actively cooperated, didn't have a good ending. If the Black Scarf Army broke through Ding 'an, there would inevitably be another inhumane massacre.
In this atmosphere, the City Lord's residence issued a timely order to mobilize. Immediately, many ambitious people gathered at the City Lord's residence, expressing their willingness to listen to the order.
Among them, there was no lack of cultivators. Although most of them had never cultivated before, in this kind of world, the difference between cultivators and mortals wasn't that great. Especially in a situation where two armies were facing each other, if they met the enemy with military formations and the soldiers didn't fear death, it wouldn't be difficult for mortals to kill cultivators.
In the short span of two days, the entire Ding 'an City had finished organizing and entered a state where they could meet the enemy at any time.
"Sir, now that everything has been prepared, there are ten scouts outside gathering information. As long as the Black Scarf Army is within fifty li of Ding 'an, there will be a report." Within the City Lord's residence, Zhou Ping respectfully stood in front of Lu Ye and reported the situation.
This kind of respect didn't only stem from the powerful strength that Lu Ye had previously displayed, but also from other aspects.
With the City Lord dead, Zhou Ping had no choice but to take over. This was Lu Ye's suggestion because Ding 'an needed a backbone. As an outsider, he naturally wasn't suitable. The Zhou Clan was one of Ding' an's three great clans, and Zhou Ping also had the qualifications, so the matter of him taking over was not too abrupt.
The various measures that followed were all carried out under Lu Ye's guidance. Now, it seemed that the results were quite good, especially after the City Lord's residence wantonly publicized the Black Scarf Army's brutality and the various consequences of breaking through the city. Although the hearts of the Ding 'an people were terrified, in a short period of time, they had all become one.
Everyone wanted to live. No one wanted to die. Since this was the case, they could only work together to protect Ding 'an. (End of Chapter)
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