C588 Okay okay okay

"Yes sir!" At the order, Wang Qin and Ning Lang quickly organized twenty people to search for the disappearing Arcane Art.

He was the eldest son of the Lian Clan, and his big brother had instructed him to protect his son in every possible way. If something were to happen to him now, how would he go back to face his big brother, and his old mother?

"Did he say anything else before he left?" Lian Yanfu asked the yellow rock.

Huang Yan recalled for a moment and said, "When the Centurion turned around, he said four words — 'unfilial, unfilial'. This lowly subordinate thinks that he should have said those words to his parents."

Lian Yanfu's brows furrowed even more. He suddenly remembered what Lian Lian Lian told him two nights ago, as well as the formation diagram that he studied carefully for an entire night in his tent.

Could it be that the reason Yi'er disappeared today was not because he was killed, but because he was doing it on purpose?

The wind blew past, and a flash of thought appeared on Lian Yanfu's weather-beaten face.

In the middle of the battlefield filled with smoke, the flag fell to the ground, corpses littered everywhere, and white smoke floated into the air.

At this moment, a pile of dirt moved as if it was watching. It moved, then stopped, then moved again, and a man covered in dirt crawled out. Although he was covered in black, it was still hard to hide his handsome face.

After he climbed out of the mound, he quickly walked over to a Chidan soldier who was lying on the ground. He flipped them over, took off their clothes and looked at them carefully.

When he saw his name embroidered crookedly on the clothes of one of the corpses, a smile immediately appeared on his face — —

No matter what country, many soldiers would sew their names onto their clothes, so that even if they died with their faces completely changed, after seeing the names on the clothes, they would know the names of the dead.

He quickly stripped off the corpse and his clothes, changed clothes with each other, picked up the soldier in his clothes and threw him far away, then lay down on the ground where the corpse had lain.

He got up after lying down for a while. He pulled out the dagger hidden by his boots. He looked at his face in the light of the dagger.

He then pressed the dagger against his face and made a cut on his face with his hand. He cut from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, causing blood to flow from his face into his mouth and onto his chest.

He endured the intense pain and his hands trembled as he stabbed the dagger into his shoulder. He clenched his teeth and threw the dagger far away, then he picked up a handful of the bloody soil and smeared it on his face. His face was smeared all over with mud and blood, making it hard to see his original appearance.

After doing all this, he laid on the ground like a dead body.

After a long while, he could faintly hear the sounds of footsteps and words coming from his ears. He immediately closed his eyes.

They saw several soldiers dressed in strange clothing turning over a corpse wearing the clothes of Chidan after the battle. If it was a corpse, they would carry it and pile it together. If it was still breathing, they would carry it back for treatment.

Just like this, after a thorough check, there wasn't even a single survivor. A flash of grief appeared on the leader's face as he said:

"Go back and report to the King."

"Yes sir!" Everyone accepted the order and prepared to return home.

After a few steps, one of the Chitain soldiers suddenly shouted excitedly, "Come on, here, there's a live one here. He's injured, unconscious, and he's not dead yet."

When the soldiers heard that, they immediately ran over. Sure enough, they saw a wounded soldier lying on the ground with his face covered in blood.

The leader of the group, Amigu, bent down and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He took a look and saw a name embroidered on it.

Honggu.

"Men, take him back and let the doctors treat him."

"Yes sir!"

The injured men were carried back to the camp in Chidan.

On the way to the Chidan Barracks, Lian Fu cautiously opened his eyes in a daze. He could vaguely see that he was getting further and further away from the Barracks of the Zhou Empire. He also saw a banner belonging to the Zhou Dynasty being chopped up by Chidan's soldiers!

He secretly clenched his fists as his eyes emitted a ghastly coldness.

Along the way, he had also heard from the soldiers if they were talking about the King of the Southern Courtyard, Yeruzhen, how wise he was, and how they had predicted him to be a god.

A hint of ridicule flashed through his eyes. He wanted to personally see if this Great King of the Southern Courtyard was truly as godly as they had said.

He smelled the blood, saw the smoke, and saw the people coming and going in and out of the camp. Some of them were also heavily injured, and some of them were throwing pieces of bloody beef into the big pots, as if they were preparing dinner.

"Put him here and tell the doctor to come take a look." Lian Fu felt his body sinking down as the shelf was lowered. He slightly closed his eyes.

A moment later, he felt someone lift his eyelids, pry open his mouth, and take his pulse.

"His shoulder, back, legs, and face are all injured. Treat the wounds first and apply medicine. After a few days, he will be completely healed." The doctor was at his side, probably exhorting the man in charge of the wounded.

"There's too much dirt on his face. The wound will get infected. Hurry and clean it." When he heard this, his heart sank and he once again clenched his fists tightly.

In order to not let others see the appearance of the people of Zhou, he had personally destroyed his picturesque face, leaving behind a long scar on it. Now that he needed to clean up the mud, his heart could not help but feel uneasy.

"Quickly get up and fight a small battle. You're just half dead, and it's not like you're seriously injured. If word of this gets out, we're going to lose the face of the Southern Courtyard King!" Then he felt someone tug him up.

He sat up, grabbed the washbasin, buried his face in the water and washed it. Then, he wet his hair to cover his face. Then, he straightened his body and forcefully laid down.

The basin of water immediately turned into red blood. The soldier who was scolding him was immediately startled.