Amid the huge roar, the door that was originally tightly closed was unwilling to be twisted and shattered. A tall figure first stepped into this hell place. However, it was a middle-aged man in a yellow Taoist robe. His hair was like a lion, and his thin face was twisted and bearded. It looked very vicissitudes, but it could not hide the light in his eyes. He looked as dazzling as the scorching sun. He walked quickly with a long red staff in his hand. All the scenes around him completely reflected in his eyes, causing a clear anger to appear on his face.

"Incompetent ****!" He shouted in a low voice. The long staff in the middle-aged man's hand was easily inserted into the ground like a tofu. A faint fluctuation of power made Chen Fei's pupil subconsciously shrink. Although it was a different force, that intensity definitely reached the level of gold, and it might even be even stronger.

...This world is definitely not a low-martial world, the Three Kingdoms fast fighting! It seems that because of the influence of the power of the Lord of Life and Death, the system calibration has been greatly affected... I don't know what kind of world this is...

...Unparalleled in mowing grass? Or is it the legend of the heroes of the Three Kingdoms?...

While thinking about something in his heart, a faint light suddenly appeared in Chen Fei's vision and quickly covered Chen Fei's body. The fluctuation of power made the young man's body subconsciously avoid the side, but his broken body could not keep up with the speed of thinking. He just trembled slightly and was directly hit. Chen Fei's heart jumped, but then a warm force appeared in his body, constantly flowing, slowly repairing the already fragmented body.

"Is this... a talisman?" He shook his hands slightly, and a sense of power appeared again in Chen Fei's perception. Looking at the middle-aged man who kept shooting out the talismans with a warm aura in the crowd, Chen Fei murmured softly in confusion. At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the city gate. Several men appeared in Chen Fei's vision. Among them were both dressed by scholars and generous men, but no matter what their identity was, there were a yellow turban on his head, which made Chen Fei's pupils suddenly shrink.

....Is the head tied with the Yellow Turban Army? So what is the middle-aged man...

"... Zhang Jiao?" Chen Fei looked at the busy back of the middle-aged man with some complexity and murmured softly.

......

Time passed quickly, the golden crow fell westward and the jade rabbit rose eastward. In order to prevent the death energy from being attacked again by the city, Zhang Jiao led the rescued people to the nearby mountains and burned a bunch of bonfires. Chen Fei took a bowl of rice porridge with herbs handed to the Yellow Turban soldiers, thanked him softly, and held the broken pottery bowl and looked at the middle-aged man talking to the people not far away. The bonfire reflected the resolute face with a bright and darkness.

...Zhang Jiao, this man who caused trouble in one hand, entered a blockade of plague when even the country gave up on these people...

...Is it to win over the people's hearts? But he has indeed saved many people... and...

He took a sip of the bitter rice porridge, and the mellow breath was conveyed to the internal organs with the food. Chen Fei recalled the angry and anxious eyes he saw during the day, and shook his head slightly - such eyes were not something that a cunning person could have.

"Are you finished eating? Come on, drink this bowl of water..." A gentle voice came from the side, interrupting Chen Fei's random thoughts. Then a slender hand gently handed a bowl of water with a hazy light to Chen Fei. His skin was fair and delicate, and he looked like a spoiled child of a large family who had never been busy with his livelihood.

After thanking softly, Chen Fei took Fu Shui and looked up at the young man with yellow turbans on his head. As he expected, even though he was wearing clothes made of ordinary texture, his gentle and elegant atmosphere was still not reduced in half. Instead, it was more conspicuous like beautiful jade mixed into the stubborn stone. Such people could appear in the court to argue about state affairs, and could appear between the beautiful mountains and rivers to recite poems and match them, but they should never appear in this place, and follow a middle-aged down-and-out Taoist priest to the center of the plague.

Even if there are talismans, all the things along the way will definitely be difficult.

"...Aren't you a commoner? Why do you have to give up your wealth and follow Zhang Jiao to this place? Aren't you afraid of death?" The young man's hoarse voice made the young man's yellow turban pause for a moment, and then slowly disappear. The gentle pupils looked at Chen Fei up and down, and said slowly with a solemn look: "Because someone believed in the Huangtian prosperous era that Mr. said, "I firmly believed that following Mr. follow me one day to see such a beautiful world!" After that, he ignored Chen Fei's reaction and turned a talisman paper into the water and walked towards the next survivor. It was obviously Chen Fei's provocation that made the gentle young master feel a little unhappy.

The people around him looked at Chen Fei and their eyes became a little strange. At this time, Zhang Jiao had not yet revolted. In the so-called Huangtian prosperous era, only Chen Fei could know what it meant. To outsiders, it was just a yearning like the Confucian common sense. Chen Fei's disrespectful voice made many people quietly distance themselves from Chen Fei. Evaluations such as ungratefulness mixed with unpleasant country slang kept spreading to Chen Fei's ears, which made him shook his head with a bitter smile, and tilted his neck and drank the talisman water in his hand.

...It's so good to hear, sometimes it's not a good thing...

......

Early the next morning, Zhang Jiao left Chen Fei and others here, leading the Yellow Turban Army of only a dozen people back to the dead city. At noon, the black smoke soared into the sky like a giant dragon. The burning smell made Chen Fei suddenly realize in his heart - it seems that Zhang Jiao and others gathered the bodies in the city together and burned them all. The people on the side also knew what the black smoke soared into the sky meant. The suppressed sob sounded from time to time, making Chen Fei's dark eyes a little distant - Zhang Jiao...What kind of person are you...

...The demonic way that chaotic the world...or...

A great sage who saves people from water and fire?

After several consecutive days, Zhang Jiao led his believers to run around the city during the day, dealing with water sources and cleaning up the remaining miasma in the city. At night, he portrayed the Huangtian prosperous era in his heart and the dream of a man.

Five days later, after the city had become re-inhabitable, Zhang Jiao left several disciples to prevent the re-emergence of the plague, and led his believers to continue to move towards a more severe place in the epidemic. Except for some bold people, all the surviving residents temporarily lived on the mountains near the city, but... no one followed Zhang Jiao's footsteps, or Zhang Jiao refused all requests.

Apart from....

"What are you here to do?" The gentle young Huang Teng looked at the young man not far behind the team with a look of ugly expression. Finally, he couldn't help but ask. Due to the initial incident, the Yellow Teng had no good feelings for Chen Fei. He was extremely disrespectful to the gentleman because of the rescue of them, so his tone was inevitably a little unkind. However, Chen Fei was not concerned at all. He looked at the stopped team, or the middle-aged man in the team, and a very complicated look appeared on his face and said slowly:

"Mr. Zhang Jiao, I want to see the prosperous era of Huangtian, but I don't know... can I go with you?"

(Thanks to Han Mingx, steamed leek dumplings, Bai Guangyan for their rewards, thank you~)
Chapter completed!