My wife is not a demon

"Grandpa Lin."

Chen Mu said hello, looked at Lin Tianzan who came in a hurry with a serious face, and asked. "Have you noticed what's going on in Fenghua City?"

"Fenghua City? What's wrong?"

But to Chen Mu's surprise, Lin Tianzhu didn't know, and was puzzled.

So Chen Mu briefly explained the matter. After listening, the expressions on the faces of Lin Tianzhu and Mo Hanshuang changed.

"No wonder..."

Lin Tianzun frowned.

Chen Mu asked: "Grandpa Lin, did something happen? Why do you look so ugly?"

Lin Tianzun looked up at the pouring rain sky: "When the old man was cultivating, he sensed a strong aura that seemed to be brewing, and this aura was very familiar, so he came to you."

"A strong breath?"

Chen Mu's eyelids twitched. "Is it against the Valley of Destiny?"

Lin Tianzhu shook his head: "This aura is very similar to the night demon formation that I broke through before. I feel that we were deceived by the night demon last time. It may... have awakened."

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The carriage bumped and sped along the path.

Occasionally, the corpses who rushed from the side of the road were either beheaded by the Xuanjia guards, or they were directly run over by the carriage.

The little emperor sat in the carriage, his face still pale.

YouQi listened to the roar of corpses coming from outside from time to time, his body shivered unconsciously, and his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

Eunuch Rong next to him was not much better.

His legs were trembling non-stop, and he wanted to say something to calm down the emperor, but he couldn't hold it back for a long time.

"What is this Deng Wensheng doing?"

Ji Min angrily hammered the stool next to him, clenched his fists. "As the magistrate of Fenghua City, he failed to take good care of the corpse man and caused such a catastrophe! This person's crime is unforgivable!"

"His Majesty……"

Eunuch Rong suddenly remembered Chen Mu's reminder before, and wanted to speak.

But looking at the angry and frightened emperor, he hesitated for a moment, then swallowed the words back.

It seems that Chen Mu had already guessed that Deng Wensheng was unreliable.

It's a pity that His Majesty didn't listen to him at that time.

At this moment, there was a noisy sound outside, and many people were shouting something.

The little emperor opened the sedan chair curtain and saw that there were some officers, soldiers and ordinary people.

These officers and soldiers slashed and killed the corpses, while forming a circle to protect the hundreds of civilians rescued from the city, and slowly moved towards the barracks.

Among them was Deng Wensheng whom he had just scolded angrily.

At this moment, Deng Wensheng looked like a killer crawling out of the Shura field, covered in blood all over his body.

His hair was scattered and was stuck to his old face by the rain, his clothes were torn in several places, and one of his shoes was also missing, mixed with mud and blood, it was horrible.

But he still holds a big knife in his hand, and in order to protect those people, he hacked and killed the corpses together with the officers and soldiers.

This scene is moving.

Perhaps because of his presence, the officers and soldiers who were originally terrified were particularly united and fought with the corpse regardless of their own safety.

"Let's go! Protect the people behind! Hurry up—"

Deng Wensheng's voice was already hoarse.

Seeing an old man slipping down the hillside, he subconsciously rushed over to hug the old man, and accidentally knocked his head on the stone with blood.

"grown ups!"

The surrounding officers and soldiers hurried over to help him up.

Deng Wensheng pushed away the crowd, staring blankly at the sporadic corpses and the people fleeing in the rainy night. The rain washed the blood on his face, and he was desolate.

Deng Wensheng slapped himself hard, and shouted: "Leave me alone, protect the people!"

"Yes."

The officers and soldiers continued to escort the people.

Deng Wensheng looked up at the gray sky, the rain and tears mixed together, which made his originally kind face look a bit hideous.

Lord Chen, Lord Chen, you must arrive in time.

The old man thought to himself.

Chapter 635 Who Will Save the Queen Mother?

The thunder was rolling, and the torrential rain washed away the sins.

The bloated team of nearly 2000 people is like a slow ground worm, squirming towards the barracks in the rainy night, fighting for a chance of survival for themselves.

The criss-crossed corpses and remnants seem to be dotted symbols in the doomsday scene.

Deng Wensheng struggled to drag his tired legs.

He is waiting.

Wait for a chance.

Although the officers and soldiers tried their best to help the people to escape faster, because there were old, weak, sick and disabled in the crowd, it was inevitable that other people would be dragged down, resulting in a slow journey.

Some people proposed to abandon these old, weak, sick and disabled, but Deng Wensheng firmly opposed it.

He told everyone in a passionate and firm tone that he would never leave anyone behind.

This belief and responsibility has infected countless people.

But no matter how strong the belief is, it is extremely cruel when faced with the cold reality.

There are more and more corpses.