Lu Zhili suddenly felt clear and said nothing. He walked to the front stage, reached out and grabbed Wanyan Huashan, and then the others, raised his feet and walked down...

With Lu Zhili leading the way, Wanyan's family naturally followed him, step by step down the platform of life and death that had been stained with blood.

Step by step, those fearful people seemed to have received some order, and no one spoke, silently following Lu Zhili...

Thousands of people did not dare to leave Lu Zhili's footsteps, and followed the savior to form a stream of people.

It seemed like a miracle that even the doll stopped crying and was led by the adults and followed Lu Zhili.

They had no idea where Wuliyan Lu would go to literacy, but if Luliyan was there, there would be no more killing or death. Perhaps Wuliyan would take them all on the distant Yellow River, where their tribesmen and peach gardens were there.

As soon as Lu Zhizhi came to read, the fork soldiers spontaneously made way out, and even the hesitant people outside made way out...

The dead are dead, and the living are gone. The feast ends with no one expecting it to end. After a long period of confusion and surprise, people disperse.

Only the mess is left everywhere.

Mrs. Yan looked at Lu Zhili's limping figure until she could no longer see it. Then she sighed: "Lu Zhili... Alas..., Grandmaster, have you achieved your goal?"
Chapter completed!