People in Aurora are determined to fight chaos

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After watching Fuhua leave, Liu Li and the surviving Nongchang army retreated southward.

I definitely can’t go to the north.

Yuan Bo will most likely stop the Yuxue army on the south bank of the Yujiang River. A war between the two sides is inevitable, and their remaining troops will be of no avail even if they go there.

After completely escaping from danger, everyone's marching speed slowed down.

"Aunt, are you okay?"

Seeing Zu Ju covering her side abdomen with a pale expression, Liu Li looked worried.

Zu Ju shook her head, indicating that it was nothing serious: "It may be a broken rib, it's not a big deal, young master, don't worry."

"We should find a place to rest as soon as possible..." Liu Li sighed and turned to look at the others. Everyone was injured to some extent. If they continued marching, they would probably die of exhaustion first.

"There is a place to rest." Zhao Song returned to the team after escorting Fuhua. Hearing Liu Li's words, he frowned and thought for a while, "I just don't know if that place is convenient..."

"It's inconvenient, but there's nothing I can do. Let's talk about it first."

Zhao Song said calmly: "Shi Yama's Mausoleum, the resting place of the soul dragon."

Liu Li: “…”

Half an hour later.

"Rest where you are, and start a fire as soon as you can if you can still move!"

Ba Hu, the last commander of the Nongchang Army, became the leader of the Nongchang Army.

He had lost his colleagues and his own brother, and before he even had time to feel sad, he had to immediately take responsibility for the survival of the remnants of the Nongchang Army.

He looked back at the huge palace and couldn't help but glance sideways at Liu Li.

They had no tools to set up camp as they fled, but there were many wounded soldiers in the team. The weather in the Nongchang Basin tends to rain frequently, and if they rested outdoors at night, their injuries would most likely worsen.

"It's already difficult for everyone to survive on the battlefield. It would be a pity if they died of hypothermia or fever."

Feeling Ba Hu's gaze, Liu Li smiled gently and looked with him towards Shi Yama's Tomb, or the Hall of Soul Dragon.

This palace is extremely huge and is divided into two palaces, front and back.

The front hall is wide and huge, with eighty-one huge bronze pillars supporting the giant dome.

The bronze pillars and the dome are carved with dragons and phoenixes, as well as many human-shaped shadows, extending from the entrance of the hall all the way to the end of the front hall, like countless tributaries converging into one place.

At the end of the front hall, there are nine copper pillars that are almost embedded in the wall.

In front of the wall is a high platform and a huge incense burner used for worship. Behind the incense burner is a huge stone statue - a giant stone dragon that was carved by hundreds of craftsmen over several years.

"The soul of Lord Hunlong resides here..." Ba Hu pursed his lips and said worriedly, "General Liu, will we not be blamed for trespassing without permission?"

The Shiyanmo Mausoleum has always been a sacred place for them to pay tribute to the soul dragon or pray for the soul dragon to protect them. They should not enter with armor or swords, but Liu Li forced his way in with the excuse of "the wounded are the most important."

"No." Liu Li smiled and shook his head. "Real dragons love their people. This is a special time. Lord Soul Dragon will not blame us. If Captain Ba is really worried, you can just double the offerings in the future."

"General Liu is right." Ba Hu sighed and stopped arguing about it.

It was drizzling outside, and there was no other place to shelter from the rain except the Mausoleum of Shiyanmo.

"How is Fan Bin?"

After saying goodbye to Ba Hu, Liu Li came to Lin Feiyu and Tao An.

"It's okay, just like that." Lin Feiyu shrugged and leaned weakly against the pillar.

Tao An felt Fan Bin's pulse with his hand and sighed, "His breathing has stabilized. He should be waking up soon..."

"Okay." Liu Li pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. After Fan Bin woke up, he still had to think about how to explain the fact that Fan Ming died in the battle.

Wei Junxiu and Lin Manyu were taking care of Zu Ju in the corner, because the latter had injuries in her waist and abdomen and it was not convenient to examine her in front of everyone.

"What's going on, auntie?"

Liu Li coughed lightly to remind the three girls, then walked to Zu Ju with a smile, squatted down and looked at the latter.

Lin Manyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's just red and swollen, and it didn't puncture any internal organs."

"Young master, please don't worry. I'm fine." Zu Ju forced a smile, but her pale face obviously betrayed her.

"Have a good rest..." Liu Li soothed softly, then stood up and walked around the front hall.

The hall seemed a little gloomy after the sun went down. Following Bahu's arrangement, everyone lit the brazier in the hall, which immediately brightened up the entire hall.

Everyone only dared to rest in the outermost area of ​​the hall, resulting in Liu Li being the only one wandering around inside.

Ever since Liu Li entered the hall, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

After strolling around for a while, Liu Li turned his attention to the stone sculpture of the soul dragon.

The dragon head hangs low over the incense burner, and although its beard is clearly carved out of stone, it gives people a lifelike feeling.

Liu Li frowned slightly and stepped onto the high platform used for memorial services.

After he had completely climbed onto the platform, he discovered that it was unusually spacious.

Seeing the incense used for memorial service placed in front of the incense burner, Liu Li blinked, reached out and took out three incense sticks and held them in his hand.

"Yeah, buddy has a lighter..."

Liu Li, who was about to step down from the platform to get a torch, slapped his head and quickly summoned a lighter to light the incense in his hand.

After the incense burned, a wisp of green smoke floated out. After Liu Li smelled it, he felt relaxed and happy. It seemed that this incense was definitely not an ordinary one.

When Zu Ju saw Liu Li climb onto the high platform, she immediately wanted to ask Wei Junxiu and Lin Manyu to stop him. After all, ordinary people were not allowed to go to that kind of place. But then she thought, Liu Li is the heir of the dragon after all, so he should be considered to have a noble status.

"Auntie, auntie..." Liu Li pretended to bow three times and walked towards the incense burner while muttering in a low voice, "Your nephew is in trouble this time, and it's not intentional to disturb you. Please don't bear grudges against me. If you do, then bear grudges against me..."

"But don't take revenge if you really want to. My mother is your sister after all. We are a family after all..."

However, Liu Li felt that Shi Yanmo's soul was most likely not in the mausoleum, but under the Soul River near Weijing in Longjiang. However, he would rather believe it than not, and he still performed the proper etiquette to the deceased elders to perfection.

After offering incense, Liu Li bowed several times and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aunt, there's an old saying: 'Don't hit someone who smiles at you.' I'll give you a smile."

Liu Li grinned after he finished speaking.

And just as he finished laughing, the black pupils of the stone sculpture suddenly turned.

"Huh? An illusion?"

Liu Li blinked.