He pushed open the door and saw the situation on the street, but there was no expression on his face. He gently dusted off the dust from his clothes, and there seemed to be some morning dew on it on it, which was covered with part of it.

"Mr. Lingyun."

"Mr. Lingyun!"...

A few shouts came from the street, but they were from the Yellow Turban soldiers who were cleaning up the bodies on the street. They stood up straight and expressed their respect for Zhang Banxian without any delay. This situation has begun since Zhang Banxian came back from Luoyang. Every Yellow Turban soldier respected him day by day after knowing his deeds. Therefore, Zhang Banxian has now become a Qu coach among the Yellow Turban forces. Because he has no specific identity, Qu coach is only considered an invisible Qu coach.

Zhang Banxian nodded slightly and said, "You guys keep busy, don't worry about me."

"Yes! Mr. Lingyun." After hearing Zhang Banxian's words, the Yellow Turban soldiers continued to turn around and continue the work at hand.

There are many corpses on the street. All the crazy behaviors of the previous day remained on the street. They were left by the riots of the players, and the ground was messy. There are many corpses left on the street. In addition to the players, there are many indigenous people. As for why they lie here, there are no other reasons except the relationship between the victim and the perpetrator. The Yellow Turban soldiers packed up the weapons left on the street and took off what they needed from the players. Although this is Julu and the base camp of the Yellow Turban Army, the equipment of the ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers here is only a little better than that in other places. Who would let go of a chance to strengthen themselves?

The doors of many residences were open, and the Yellow Turban soldiers dragged out corpses from them. Most of them were the corpses of the indigenous people in the game, and a small part were the corpses of the players who were killed on the spot. The former, the Yellow Turban soldiers would gather together and buried them well, and those with family members would also let them recognize the corpses and take them home. This is a good opportunity to win over the people's hearts. As for the latter, the Yellow Turban soldiers would only concentrate them together and burn them, but would not do any other actions. Many of them were killed by the players the day before yesterday! What's more, the so-called players had no idea about the people. Of course, the surplus value on the player's corpses would be squeezed out before this.

Zhang Banxian looked at it, and the corners of his mouth curled gently, with an inexplicable smile. He knew that the riot yesterday did not happen without reason, nor was it self-organized by the players, otherwise it would not be so hasty or so consequential. Therefore, behind this, someone must have planned and threw out the bait, and those players continued to do it like fish eating bait. Naturally, the people behind the plan succeeded and got what they wanted. However, not many of these players got the benefits. On the contrary, many people were implicated, thus more players who lost their lives in Julu County.

After this riot, the players' hatred for the Yellow Turban Army would be even greater, because in other areas, the Yellow Turban Army would not grow any grass wherever they passed, and even the value of the players would be plowed several times to squeeze them out. The Yellow Turban Army's treatment of players was probably worse, and even Zhang Jiao could not reverse it, just because the hatred this time was too great! Everyone in the low-level Yellow Turban Army soldiers in Julu County could no longer trust the players, and many people were even more afraid of the players' knife stabbed from behind, so don't talk about trust, it should be extreme hatred. It can be said that the environment of the Yellow Turban Army's forces is getting worse and worse. Although the early uprising avoided the danger of being attacked by the Han Dynasty court and achieved the original results, they will face the attacks of the Han Dynasty and the two major groups!

"But what do these have to do with me?" Zhang Banxian walked out of the yard, closed the gate again, and set out on the way to the base camp.

Yesterday, several players broke into his yard, but they did not survive for long and died in the end, and they turned into fertilizer for several trees planted in the yard.

"What a pity. Your and my paths are different, but I still thank you very much, because you did everything I was going to do, Yun Ting." Zhang Banxian said to himself. His eyes moved with his pace, and there was no fluctuation in the blood and corpses everywhere he saw. Whether it was a player, an indigenous, or a soldier of the Yellow Turban Army, his eyes were still dull.

"Just make wedding clothes for me. Haha." Zhang Banxian chuckled.

They deserve to die. In this way, the Yellow Turban Army will become much purer, and there will be no players who cannot master and cannot distinguish their minds. This is what he wants to see. It is just that the person he is doing is not him, but Yun Ting, but the result is the same. That's good, very good.

Next is Yun Ting?

Zhang Banxian naturally thought of Yun Ting, and paused under his feet, crossed a piece of blood. Maybe it was already clear? Zhang Banxian knew that the only winner in the end might be Yun Ting. Of course, he didn't want his opponent to be Yun Ting, but this did not prevent him from knowing that Yun Ting's winner after facing Ma Yuanyi was Yun Ting. Just like when he first saw Yun Ting, Zhang Banxian decided that Yun Ting did not belong to the Yellow Turban Army. He was his enemy and was also a stumbling block to prevent him from implementing the "revolution".

So, all of this happened next. The beginning was that Yun Ting refused the task assigned by Zhang Jiao, so the one who completed the task became him, and thus everything that followed was the rest. From Luoyang, on the way to Julu, to Julu, to the confrontation between Yun Ting and Ma Yuanyi, there were more or less shadows in it. As for how to arrange all this? In fact, it was very simple, as long as everything had many surprises, more or less, unexpected or not.

Using Yun Ting's hand to kill Ma Yuanyi, in Zhang Banxian's eyes, people who are not firm enough in their beliefs like Ma Yuanyi are not worthy of existence and do not need to exist. Since he has selfish intentions, he deserves to die! And next, Yun Ting was treated coldly by Zhang Jiao by killing Ma Yuanyi, and even executed! Only in this way can he become the only heir under Zhang Jiao, and then he can realize his ambitions and control the power of the Yellow Turban Army.

To kill someone by borrowing a knife, to kill someone by borrowing a knife, or to kill someone by borrowing a knife. But Zhang Banxian knew that he might have to take action himself in the end, because Yun Ting occupied too much in Zhang Jiao's heart, even if he had already reduced points, it was not enough! Yun Ting was uneasy and he was uneasy!

Zhang Banxian raised his eyes. Today, the sunshine in Julu County was a little dazzling, which made him squint unconsciously. Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and this autumn is very cold, and it will inevitably be even colder, with blood and a lot of fresh blood.

This is just the beginning. Zhang Banxian chuckled, and two fingers in his outstretched hand clamped a falling dead leaf. His path had just begun. As he thought at the beginning, the Yellow Turban Army was just a realization of his idea. He had to prove his path in the game and prove his thoughts correct!

Next, the last one is the empire! He wants to "revolution", the life of the revolutionary empire, the life of many families of the revolutionary empire, and the life of the emperor of the revolutionary empire! He wants to change the empire! As for the Yellow Turban Army, it is just a trivial existence under this.
Chapter completed!