The priest has a high fever and is still in a coma. Jing Heyi will probably not inherit the priesthood after seeing him...
"If he dares to disobey, all the priests will be held accountable." Emperor Dongyue had already prepared for the worst.
"Yes." Deshun responded, raised his head and said: "Your Majesty, the guards just came to report that the younger generation of the Yu family has entered the Peak Valley College, and the Yu family held a grand banquet."
"I remember that Yu Wushuang of the First Academy was the son of a second wife, but now he worships Fenggu, who is the last one, huh."
The Yu family is so brave, mocking the royal family in public!
"The branch of the branch personally sent the heir to Fenggu, and he has already left the capital." Deshun said and looked quietly at the emperor.
"If it doesn't make sense, there's no need to ask."
Deshun nodded.
Emperor Dongyue always focused his attention on the direct line, and the side branches were those that could not be brought to the forefront.
The most important thing nowadays is the birthday banquet and the priest's ceremony.
Qilian Mountains
Yu Wushuang rushed all the way to Qilian Mountain, and it was already the second day when he arrived.
The sky is slightly white, and the stars in the Qilian Mountains are lit with fire.
The Qilian Mountain Road is not an official road, but a shortcut between the city and the city. If Yu Wushuang wants to go to the lower city as quickly as possible, he must pass through the refugee area.
The mountains are filled with a strong smell of ugliness and burning, and the smell of hot weather lingers for a long time.
In addition, the person had been dead for two days, and there was a nauseating smell under the scorching heat.
Yu Wushuang glanced around. The trees around the mountains were broken, caused by the fear of being swept away. The large patches of grass were covered in black, caused by the blood spurting out and being exposed to the sun.
The smell was strong and many flying insects and flies were hovering around.
In front of the large area where torches were lit, many people gathered, digging holes to bury the bodies.
In the hot weather, burying the body was not feasible.
"Can't bury them, burn them all." Yu Wushuang rode forward, passing by the huge pit, he stopped and reined in the reins.
A cold voice came out, and the men pushing soil into the pit realized who was coming.
They all looked at Yu Wushuang. Although they were all startled, they did not stop for a moment and lowered their heads to dig soil and fill the hole again.
"The corpse will be burned." Yu Wushuang said again.
Please' cold voice once again made people startled.
"Who are you? You have no right to speak here. You don't look like a refugee. Leave quickly and don't delay our business." A man in gray clothes held up a shovel and continued pushing the soil.
"Come on, come on, everyone, continue, we must bury it at dawn."
"Everyone, please work harder. People can't be resurrected after death. It's better to be buried as soon as possible."
With a word from you and me, everyone started working hard again.
"The weather is hot, and corpses that are not burned will breed germs and plagues. If you want to live, just do as I say." Yu Wushuang's clear voice rose.
Her eyes fell on the huge pit. The number of dead was no less than a thousand, and Emperor Dongyue was really capable of killing it.
"What kind of germs and plagues? Stop being alarmist here."
"That's right, people are burned even after they are dead, and they don't even leave their bodies intact. Why is this little girl so cruel?"
"Don't listen to her."
Yu Wushuang looked slightly cold, raised his hand and threw something into the pit.
"An Yi, Huo Zhezi."
"yes."
An Yi took out the fire stick and blew out the flames, then raised his hand and threw it downwards.
When Huozhezi met the white powder, it exploded with a 'boom' sound before the fire even landed, fell into the pit in a blink of an eye, and started burning in the blink of an eye.