The last zombie fell to the ground, and the hidden guards of the palace stopped, standing in the sea of corpses and blood, with cold eyes.
The servants in Baiguozhuang, who were hiding in a safe place, breathed a sigh of relief, stepped out boldly, and walked outside the Zhuangzi.
Under the night, the blood and corpses were all over the ground, like a hell on earth. The servants were shocked to see it, and there were groups of three and four, discussing: "What the hell is this..."
"I heard it's a zombie..."
"Why are there zombies here..."
"I do not know… "
"Hey, isn't this Wang San from Xiaowangzhuang?" A servant looked at a head in front of him and exclaimed in surprise.
"Really?" The servants turned around one after another and looked at the head: "If its red eyes turn black, the fangs in its mouth go away, and the blue skin on its face is replaced with black, it will really be a big deal." Exactly the same as Wang San... "
"What does it mean to be exactly the same as Wang San, it is Wang San, okay..."
"How did Wang San become like this..."
Discussions from the servants came from far away with the wind, Murong Xue's eyes flashed slightly, her toes tapped lightly, her slender body floated in front of the servants in an instant like a cloud, and she said lightly: "You and Wang San are very familiar ?"
The servants smiled embarrassingly, and said respectfully: "Concubine Hui, the servants are not familiar with Wang San."
"Then why did you recognize him so quickly?" Murong Xue asked puzzled.
"Because Wang San's portrait is posted everywhere." The servant said respectfully, lest Murong Xue would not believe it, he quickly ran to the wall, took off several pieces of paper, and then ran away quickly When he came back, he handed the paper to Murong Xue as if asking for credit, and said, "Please take a look, Shi Zifei."
Murong Xue took the paper, and saw a portrait of a man in his thirties. The person who painted the portrait was very good at drawing the person. He even drew the mole on the corner of his mouth. Murong Xue looked at him. The portrait, look at the head again, it is not the same person...
"Wang San is the missing villager of Xiaowangzhuang. In the reward list posted by Dali Temple, he is worth five taels of silver. Shall we take him to receive the reward..."
"People have become monsters, what rewards do they receive..."
"If you become a monster, you can't receive the reward? The people in Dali Temple didn't say that..."
"That's right, on the reward list of Dali Temple, it clearly states that anyone who provides clues to Wang San will be rewarded with five taels of silver if the investigation is true..." Although Wang San has become a monster, he is still Wang San. Taking Wang San to Dali Temple also provided Wang San with clues...
The quarreling sounds of the servants came to her ears, Murong Xue glanced lightly, and saw the word "offer a reward" written on the top of the portrait of the Three Kings.
Take Wang San's portrait aside. Below it is a portrait of a man in his forties, with a reward written on the top, but the amount of the reward is three taels...
On the third piece of paper is a man who is twenty-seven or eighty-eight, offering a reward of five taels...
It seems that the Dali Temple drew portraits of all the missing villagers and posted rewards, and Wang San in the portraits turned into zombies, so the other villagers...
"Oh, this is Zhang Wu from Zhangzhuang..."
"This is Shizhuang's Shida..."
"This is Hong Jiu from Hong Zhuang..."
The unbelievable exclamations of the servants rang out one after another, and Murong Xue secretly sighed: She guessed right, the missing villagers did not disappear mysteriously, but were arrested and turned into zombies...