After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The first snow of winter lay lightly on the roofs, walls and the ground, like a thin mourning cloth covering the capital city.

On the top of the city wall, a large flag with the word "Shun" on it fluttered in the cold wind.

However, the huge capital city was not quiet in the cold wind.

Groups of rebels walked through the streets and alleys, and if they found a house, they would break in. Soon, cries and women screaming for mercy could be heard from inside.

After a while, they left quickly with big and small bags on their backs.

The blood, which was not wiped away in time, dripped down the sharp knife onto the snow on the edge of the door, leaving behind spots of bright red.

In the huge capital city, wailing and screaming were endless, scaring the sparrows that got up early to look for food so much that they had nowhere to stay.

However, the howling in the streets was not even a fraction as loud as that in Zhaoyu.

After the rebel army entered the city, they continued the tradition of looting and demanded "donated silver" everywhere. At this moment, more than a thousand dignitaries and wealthy businessmen were crowded in the Zhaoyu prison like sardines.

In mild cases, there is no water or food, and in severe cases, there is severe torture.

The wailing and screaming sounds passed through the deep prison passage and reached the ground, which was creepy.

The huge capital city trembled and remained silent in the bloody cold wind.

The slightest noise at the door could cause the people to tremble.

Countless people prayed to God, their ancestors, and the gods, praying that the rebels would not kick down their doors.

At the dock outside the city, the once bustling commercial street was now deserted, with doors tightly closed. Occasionally, a few people would flash by like thieves, but they were as thin as ghosts.

It was an unprecedented desolation, not even when Aqi Ge raided the capital.

However, at this moment, on the main street of the pier, there was a young man walking with his hands behind his back and his head held high. He was wearing a linen shirt and had a look of helplessness on his face.

It was Qin He who had just woken up.

The East City Crematorium didn't catch fire, and his injuries were only just beginning to heal, so it took longer than expected.

The reason for awakening is the tide of prayers and telekinesis.

When I closed my eyes and opened them again, the world changed dramatically.

Qin He knew that Dali was going to be finished, but he didn't expect it to be finished so soon.

In less than four months, the rebel army surrounded the city from both sides and fought their way from Shaanxi and Gansu to the capital.

This is the result of the extreme weakening of the Golden Dragon of Fortune and the outbreak of all crises.

Luck and fortune have already revealed everything.

"Don't run~"

Just then, a shout came from a distance.

Qin He looked closely and saw three volunteers holding sharp knives, chasing a young man.

The young man was dressed in rags, kicking something in his arms, and running barefoot on the snow at a very fast speed.

He looked back at the person chasing him from time to time, his face pale, perhaps from fear or cold. When he passed Qin He, he bumped into him and stumbled and fell on the snow.

At this time, Qin He saw what he was holding in his arms, two white flour buns.

Because I grabbed it too hard, the fingerprints were deeply sunk.

The boy fell hard, but he didn't dare to stop. He hurriedly grabbed the steamed bun on the ground and continued to run.

The three volunteers quickly caught up with them, shouting curses like "Kill this little thief" and "Kill him".

A faint light flashed in Qin He's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, took a step sideways, and blocked the middle of the road.

The three rebels hurriedly stopped, looked Qin He up and down, and cursed: "Which department are you from? A good dog doesn't block the road. Get out of my way!"

"I'll make you suffer, little thief."

From his words, it was obvious that he regarded Qin He as a righteous army as well.

At this time, only the rebels dared to walk on the streets with their heads held high. The common people didn't even dare to go out to take a shit, let alone go out.

"Good dog?"

Qin He blinked, smiled slightly, and said, "No problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the three of them.

Then something shocking happened.

The three volunteers threw away their knives, squatted on the ground and started barking like dogs.

"Wow~"

"Wang~wang~"

“Woof woof~Woof woof~”

Seeing this, Qin He turned and left.

The three volunteers looked excited and their eyes were shining. If there was an expert here, he would be shocked.

This is an extremely sophisticated dream illusion technique, and the person who has been affected by it does not look dull or stiff at all.

Then, the three volunteers sniffed their noses and quickly crawled towards the corner of the wall not far away.

There, there was a pool of water emitting an enticing smell.

……

At the gate of an abandoned house on the western outskirts of the pier.

After Hou Xiaoliu confirmed again and again that the pursuers had not caught up, he turned around and ran into the house.

He walked into the house and knocked on the door of a wing room that had not collapsed yet.

The door opened, and standing behind it was a disheveled little girl, about the same age as Hou Xiaoliu, whose face was purple from the cold.

"Look what I brought back." Hou Xiaoliu took out the steamed bun from his arms, which was still steaming.

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately when she saw the steamed buns. She snatched a piece from Hou Xiaoliu's hand and gobbled it up voraciously, obviously because she was very hungry.

In two or three bites, she finished one bun. Hou Xiaoliu handed her the second one and said, "Eat slowly, there's more."

The little girl took it, opened her mouth and was about to bite it, but stopped, staring at Hou Xiaoliu with her bright eyes.

Hou Xiaoliu quickly patted his stomach and said with a smile, "I've already eaten. It's all yours."

"Thank you." The little girl spoke in a mosquito-like voice and lowered her head to continue eating voraciously.

"Don't come out. It's still very chaotic outside. I'll go out for a walk." Hou Xiaoliu licked his cracked lips and gave instructions. After the girl closed the door, he returned to the street.

"You don't have anything to eat, but you still care about others?"

Just then, a voice came from behind Hou Xiaoliu.

Hou Xiaoliu was so frightened that he pressed himself against the wall. He had just turned around to make sure there was no one behind him, and the sound was like a ghost.

Looking closely, I saw that the man was wearing rough linen clothes and his back was straight.

He recognized this man. He was the master who had carried a big iron pot and demanded half of his silver when they met.

"Master, I... I didn't steal the silver." Hou Xiaoliu said instinctively. He didn't dare to run because this man was elusive.

"Don't be nervous. We just happened to meet, so I wanted to chat with you." Qin He crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Answer my question."

"Master, that is the daughter of my benefactor. A few days ago, her family was attacked by rebels and all the family members died, but she survived." Hou Xiaoliu said after a moment of hesitation.

"Benefactor?" Qin He was puzzled.

"Once... I was almost starving to death, and it was her mother who gave me a bowl of rice, which saved me from starvation." Hou Xiaoliu explained.

"So you're repaying a favor?"

"Yes."