The missing horn of the military flag rustled in the cold wind, and the sergeant's armor was broken, and he was tired and injured.
Meng Xinghe stood on the city wall, looking at the returning Jian Taihe and the less than a hundred city guards behind him, with complicated emotions.
The beast tide ends on the fifth day.
The casualties of the City Guards have not yet been calculated, but they are certainly not low.
They persisted on the fifth day, but the beast tide has not ended yet. No one knows how long the beast tide will last, how long they can hold on, and whether Snowstorm City No. 6 can be defended.
Xu Qingyun is already busy in the injury camp, personally treating the seriously injured.
"Old Wei, you really don't want your life!"
The person in front of Xu Qingyun at this moment was the little old man Wei Yongnian. He was already in his sixties, and he actually put on armor and went out of the city to fight, leading hundreds of city guards and directly encountering thousands of monsters.
With a sword, he chopped down hundreds of monsters, and he was as brave as before. He was really getting stronger with age.
Wei Yongnian smiled and said: "The situation was critical at the time, so I didn't think much about it."
"Okay, I've cured your leg injury. If you get injured again next time, your leg will be completely useless. Even if the gods come, it will be useless." Xu Qingyun said.
Wei Yongnian moved for a while and found that his leg injury was no longer serious. His face showed a look of surprise, and he immediately looked at Xu Qingyun with a grateful expression: "Doctor Xu, thank you!"
Xu Qingyun waved his hand: "Why are you so polite? This is what I should do."
"Who else is in your family now?" Xu Qingyun asked curiously.
When Wei Yongnian heard this, a sad look flashed across his face, as if he didn't want to say these things, but he soon laughed at himself.
"My son died in the war three years ago, and my wife died of illness last year. Now I am alone, and I am not afraid of death. It is an honor to die on the battlefield."
Xu Qingyun felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this, and didn't know what to say to comfort Wei Yongnian. In the end, he just patted the other party's shoulder lightly.
There are still several seriously injured people waiting for Xu Qingyun's treatment. He cannot stay here forever.
After being busy until midnight, Xu Qingyun finally cured all the seriously injured people.
Pushing open the door, I found that Yuan Tianyi was still making talismans there. Since last night, Yuan Tianyi had hardly stopped.
"Uncle Master!" When Yuan Tianyi saw Xu Qingyun arriving, he just shouted softly and continued to work on the talismans.
Xu Qingyun felt a little distressed when he saw some bloodshot eyes in Yuan Tianyi's eyes and the obvious fatigue on his pretty face.
Yuan Tianyi accompanied him and didn't sleep for several days.
Although a practitioner can survive for ten and a half days without eating or drinking, this does not mean that he will not feel tired.
Xu Qingyun walked behind Yuan Tianyi, stretched out his hands and gently placed them on Yuan Tianyi's head. The medical spiritual energy gathered on his fingertips, and gently massaged Yuan Tianyi to relieve her fatigue.
"Uncle Master...um..."
Yuan Tianyi moaned comfortably.
This sound can make one's bones tingle.
"Uncle, no, no, it's so comfortable, I'll fall asleep."
Yuan Tianyi said with his eyes closed, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
"Then take a good rest." Xu Qingyun said.
"No, I still have to make talismans." Yuan Tianyi shook his head gently.
"Go and rest for a while first, and then come back to get the talisman after you wake up." Xu Qingyun said softly.
"But..." Yuan Tianyi was still hesitant, and then she suddenly screamed, "Ah!"
It turned out that Xu Qingyun suddenly picked her up and walked towards the bed.
"Uncle Master, let me down!"
Yuan Tianyi struggled slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
Xu Qingyun did not put Yuan Tianyi down, but directly carried him to the bed.
"Shoes, shoes..."
Yuan Tianyi struggled to get up and take off his shoes.
"I'll do it."
Xu Qingyun personally helped Yuan Tianyi take off his shoes and socks, revealing a pair of beautiful feet.
Yuan Tianyi blushed a little, not sure if it was because Xu Qingyun was embarrassed to take off her shoes, or something else.
"Uncle, why don't you take a rest? This bed is quite big."
As Yuan Tianyi spoke, he leaned closer to the bed, leaving a space.
Xu Qingyun shook his head: "I'm not tired, you can rest."
"All right."
Maybe he was really exhausted, so Yuan Tianyi closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly, breathing smoothly and sleeping sweetly.
Xu Qingyun stared blankly, slightly lost in thought.
"have a good rest."
Xu Qingyun kissed Yuan Tianyi gently on the forehead, then stood up and left.
Xu Qingyun did not leave the room, but continued to make talismans.
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It was already late at night, and the city lord Meng Xinghe took several personal guards to the sky prison in Snowstorm City No. 6.
Pass through the first and second floors of the Tianlao and arrive at the bottom three floors of the Tianlao.
There is no daylight here, the environment is dark, the air is turbid, and there is a rotten smell.
Even the people who guard the sky jail are reluctant to come to the third floor of the sky jail more often. The environment here is too bad.
The prisoners held on the third floor of this prison are all death row prisoners.
Death row prisoners are either kept here forever until the end of their lives, or they are waiting for the day of beheading to end their sinful lives.
Meng Xinghe came here late at night, naturally not to visit these death row prisoners.
"How many death row inmates are there in total here?" Meng Xinghe asked, looking at the cell leader on the side.
The cell leader scratched his hair and replied with evasive eyes: "There are probably more than three hundred death row prisoners."
Meng Xinghe frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with this answer, and said in a deep voice: "I want specific figures."
The cell leader showed a look of embarrassment on his face, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said: "City Lord, you know, some of the prisoners on death row here can't stand the environment here, and may commit suicide, or for other reasons..."
"The estimated number of death row inmates is 376, but I can't say the exact number."
Meng Xinghe's expression softened slightly after hearing this.
He didn't mean to blame the cell leader. The third floor of this prison, where death row prisoners are held, is indeed very complicated.
Meng Xinghe used his strength and said in a deep voice, making the sound spread throughout the entire third floor so that every death row prisoner could hear it.
"I am Meng Xinghe, the city lord of Snowstorm City No. 6. I know that you are all on death row. You will either spend the rest of your life here or wait for the day of beheading and be beheaded on the execution ground."
"But now, there is an opportunity before you. You can get rid of your status as a death row prisoner, escape from this dirty hell, regain your freedom, and regain your life!"
Meng Xinghe's words immediately caused a commotion.
Some prisoners on death row who were lying on the ground like dead corpses immediately jumped up excitedly when they heard this.
They banged on the special cell door, making banging noises, hoarse voices, and shouted questions.
"Are you telling the truth?! Can I really leave here?!"
"Are you really the city lord? Is what you say useful?!"
"Whatever you need me to do! I'm willing to do anything, as long as I can get out of this hellish place, I'm willing to do anything!"
"Speak and answer me!"
"I want to leave here, I want to leave this hell, I don't want to die, what chance do you have, just say it quickly, say it quickly!"