Old ghost Feng glanced at Zhou Shi and chuckled.

Mr. Huamei was also stunned: "Which General Polu?"

Li Xiang gritted his teeth and raised his hands and said: "I am the descendant of Li Mancheng, the Polu general of the Wei Dynasty, Li Xiang, Li Juye."

This is what Zhou Shijiao said to him. In this way, he is still a down-and-out nobleman.

Mr. Thrush realized that he was talking about Li Dian, the former Polu general... Is Li Xiang a descendant of Li Dian?

"Didn't the Li family in Shandong become exterminated?"

Zhou Shi smiled lightly: "No, there is still a tribe left."

Mr. Thrush chuckled, knowing that this was false identification, but it didn't matter.

He already knew Zhou Shi's intention at this moment. As long as he surrendered, Li Xiang's identity would be confirmed. Zhou Shi could even use this to try to incorporate the Zhang family's tribe in the city.

But he had to accept it.

After all, your life is in the hands of the other party. If you want to survive, you can only admit it bravely.

Mr. Thrush even breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Zhou Shi was here, so he had a chance to survive. Otherwise, he would have ended badly.

"I wish to surrender..." Mr. Thrush can't control much, he has to survive.

However, halfway through the conversation, Yan Nu suddenly came back to his senses as he listened to them singing in harmony.

He shouted to stop: "Wait a minute, this guy dressed as a woman is in charge of the Zhang family?"

Zhou Shi's heart skipped a beat, and when he saw Yan Nu's angry face, he secretly cried out.

However, Old Ghost Feng didn't care about that and said coldly: "Exactly, except for the head of the family, he has the final say."

"Please die!" Yan Nu glared at Mr. Thrush and stabbed him with his spear.

Zhou Shi shouted loudly and rushed towards him to hug him tightly: "No!"

Yan Nu pushed him away and heard Master Huamei saying anxiously: "You can't kill me! Otherwise, you will not be tolerated by the scholars!"

Old Ghost Feng gritted his teeth: "Why didn't you say this when you destroyed our Hongnong Feng family? Today I also want your Zhang family to pay with blood!"

Mr. Huamei was stunned and said anxiously: "You old ghost, your Feng family rebelled and the emperor wiped out the nine clans. My Zhang family is just a pawn!"

"What!" Feng Laogui was stunned.

Then he stopped Yan Nu: "Yan Nu, please wait a moment..."

He looked at Young Master Thrush coldly: "Please tell me clearly, my Feng family is loyal to the emperor and is trusted by the emperor. There is absolutely no possibility of rebellion!"

Mr. Thrush swallowed: "Feng was loyal to the emperor fifty years ago and was the emperor of the Wei Dynasty... The one who destroyed your family was the current royal family."

Old Ghost Feng froze, then laughed miserably.

Huang Banyun said sadly: "So it turns out that it is absolutely impossible to rebel, which is why it is so bad..."

He didn't say anything anymore, Feng Laogui already understood everything.

Old ghost Feng wailed miserably. Although he was sealed, he didn't know anything. He also knew that the world was now dominated by the Sima family.

His family was loyal to the Wei Dynasty, but other aristocratic families later supported the Sima family to usurp the throne.

They all want to usurp the throne, so whoever doesn’t usurp the throne will be punished by the nine clans?

The change of dynasty has been successful, so there is no such thing as "not tolerated by scholars". On the contrary, this can also explain why no one mentions it after the Feng family was destroyed.

If a family is wiped out, its name will not disappear so quickly. It must be spread among the scholars. However, in just fifty years, the Feng family has been completely unknown to others. It can be seen that it must have offended the Sima family, not something else.

The Zhang family, the Zhang family are just executing.

Old ghost Feng was in a daze and murmured: "Sima's family..."

Seeing that he was silent, Yan slave didn't care about anything dead or alive.

The Zhang family has killed so many innocent people and has a heavy blood debt, and this one is not the least of them.

Seeing Yan Nu charging towards him with his gun drawn, Mr. Thrush knew how powerful this guy was, and he decided to kill him. No one here could stop him!

So Mr. Huamei was cruel, bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, which shot directly at the jade basket hanging in the hall.

The jade basket has been hanging in the hall. Zhou Shi and Li Xiang would not touch this magical weapon and planned to leave it to Yan Nu's "gang of monsters".

At this moment, a mouthful of essence and blood touched him, and he instantly became enlightened.

"The god of plague is above, whoever kills me will be subject to my Zhang family's blood curse! He will be riddled with all kinds of diseases and die!"

This is Mr. Thrush's last resort, hoping to scare away the Yan slaves.

Who would have thought that Yan Nu would be even more angry: "You are the one who lets this bullshit god of plague come to bring disaster to people?"

After hearing this, Old Ghost Feng's face changed drastically: "Slave Yan, please don't blaspheme!"

He was not afraid of the blood curse. After all, the person who cast the curse was just a mortal. In the eyes of the monks, the blood curse was nothing more than that. There was still a way to solve it.

Old ghost Feng never expected that Yan Nu had no respect for the gods at all, and would directly call him bullshit in front of the divine magic weapon.

There are two types of blasphemy that will be heard. One is naming names, and people can know who is talking no matter how far away they are.

Another way is to curse in front of a temple or magical instrument, which is no different from insulting someone in person.

Yan Nu cursed him so much that it was already too late for Feng Laogui to stop him.

"boom!"

Only the sound of thunder was heard in the hall, and a ray of gray light burst out from the jade basket and penetrated into Yan Nu's body.

However, Yan Nu didn't feel anything. With a pop, the gun tip pierced Young Master Thrush's heart.

"You...you...are you crazy? I have a blood curse..." Mr. Thrush's face was twisted in pain and he fell into a pool of blood.

He looked at Yan Nu in despair, but he didn't expect that this guy would accept death and not care about the interests involved, but insisted on stabbing him to death in front of the God of Plague.

Not to mention blood curses, even gods dare to curse them.

"Pfft!"

Yan Nu pulled out the spear head, Thrush Master twitched and twisted, and caught a glimpse of his painful expression reflected on the bright silver spear head...it was very ugly.

"No..." He shed tears in horror, trying desperately to control his expression.

He was panicking, worried that he would look too ugly when he died.

But his heart had been stabbed to the core, and he couldn't control his face at all.

In the end, he died with an extremely ferocious look.

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Chapter completed!