Daqin: I, Fusu, can summon the undead

Chapter 132 Goodbye Huang Feihong

"Ah! Is that our fleet?"

At the port of the Coachman Kingdom, a soldier on the lighthouse looked at the more than fifty warships and merchant ships gradually approaching from a distance, and was immediately puzzled, and quickly called his companions beside him.

"How is this possible! It really is our fleet!"

The companion next to him picked up the telescope and looked carefully, and his face was also full of confusion.

Their fleet had only been on the march for two months, so how come they returned so soon, and with more than twenty large merchant ships?

"Never mind, report first!"

The companion said, and then shouted to the soldier on duty under the lighthouse: "Go and report quickly, our fleet is back, and we have brought back more than 20 merchant ships!"

Hearing the shout, a soldier on duty at the lighthouse immediately ran towards a house not far away.

"Hurry up, clear the port and let the warships in!"

After a while, a general rushed out of the room, giving orders loudly to the soldiers around him as he ran.

Soon, the entire port became busy.

The soldiers shouted at merchant ships and fishing boats to quickly leave the harbor to make room for the warships.

The soldiers responsible for guarding the port had lined up at the port, and some of the people who had been summoned had even made wreaths, waiting to welcome the arrival of the warships.

"Erickson, when did aggression become welcome?"

On the steel battleship, the Nightmare-class Skeleton Mage looked at the situation on the shore and curiously teased another Nightmare-class Skeleton Mage next to him.

Ericsson was a rigid skeleton, and he did not hear his companion’s teasing, but said seriously: “I don’t know, anyway, there are only three orders from above.

First, rescue the girls who were deceived by the compradors.

Second, kill all the living creatures here.

Third, revive all the dead souls that can be revived and expand the war."

"." Looking at the old-fashioned Eriksson, Axel was speechless.

"play music!"

Seeing the warships starting to approach the shore, the general on the shore immediately ordered the band to play music.

He straightened his clothes again and waited for the welcome...
"Roar!"

However, as the warship gradually approached the shore, roars suddenly sounded from the warship.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of ghosts rushed out from the hull of the warship without waiting for the warship to dock steadily, and flew across the sea towards the crowd gathered on the shore.

"That is?"

"Ghost, run!"

On the shore, the welcoming team became panicked when they saw the ghost rushing out of the boat.

The team playing music became frightened and everyone began to flee in panic.

"Hurry, set sail!"

"Hurry up and raise the sail!"

The sailors on the merchant ships that were driven to the side by the soldiers to make way for them shouted in fear at the countless ghosts flying towards them, urging their companions to start the ship quickly.

However, neither steamships nor sailboats can start moving immediately, let alone sail at full speed. A large number of ghosts flew to merchant ships, constantly flying between sailors, taking away fresh lives.

As some ships lost control, the entire port became extremely congested, with large and small ships constantly colliding with each other, making it impossible for a single ship to sail out of the port.

In the port city, ghosts quickly moved through the streets and alleys, slaughtering the creatures in the city.

Anyone they saw who did not have yellow skin and black hair would be killed, even a dog or a hiding mouse.

After the ghosts, there are the corpse soldiers.

The corpse soldiers who got off the ship later didn't even have to participate in the war. They were only responsible for walking through the streets and gathering the corpses in the square at the dock.

In the square, thousands of skeleton wizards took turns casting spells, reviving the corpses that were brought in, and continuously increasing the number of zombie soldiers.
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On the other side, in Foshan, Fusu came to Foshan again after destroying the Warrior Kingdom.

Looking at Baozhilin which was already open for business, Fusu thought for a moment and walked in.

Baozhilin was overcrowded at this time. It was so crowded that many people could only spread straw mats in the yard.

The smell of the decocted medicine was overwhelming. Ah Kuan, Zhu Rourong, Aunt Thirteen and the others were extremely busy.

Looking at the patients lying inside, Fusu couldn't help showing a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Then he walked behind Huang Feihong who was feeling the pulse of the patient and said with a smile: "Master Huang, we meet again!"

Hearing the sound, Huang Feihong did not say anything, but continued to take the pulse carefully.

"Master!"

Ah Kuan, on the other hand, looked at Fusu, who was standing behind him with soul flames burning in his eyes, with a face full of fear, and couldn't even speak complete words.

When the patient saw Fusu, he was so frightened that his pulse became irregular.

Although the undead did not harm innocent people, and even destroyed the Qing Dynasty that was like a blood-sucking worm, drove away the foreign devils, and punished evil and promoted good among the people, the people still feared the undead out of instinct.

The patient was frightened and his pulse was disordered. Huang Feihong frowned, gave up taking his pulse, and then turned around to look.

When he saw that it was Fusu, Huang Feihong's eyes flashed with surprise. Then he stood up, straightened his sleeves, and was about to kneel down.

"No need to be so polite. I am from Qin. I don't like kneeling and bowing!"

Seeing this, Fusu raised his hand slightly to stop Huang Feihong.

Being stopped by Fusu, Huang Feihong simply clasped his fists and saluted: "I, Huang Feihong, pay my respects to the Lich King!"

"Lich King!!!"

The patients lying around were all horrified when they heard this, and they struggled to stand up and kneel on the ground.

Nowadays, even ordinary people know that the Lich King is the leader of thousands of undead armies, the god of the underworld, the eldest son of the First Emperor, and the god who saved them from the whirlpool of suffering.

"All of you can stop bowing. The new country no longer practices kneeling!"

Looking at the actions of the people around him, Fusu said with a smile. He waved his hand, and an invisible force lifted all the people up.

"Come with me!" After saying that, Fusu turned and walked into Baozhilin.

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In the inner hall of Baozhilin, after letting everyone else leave, Fusu looked at Huang Feihong and said the first thing: "Master Huang, I thought you would keep Baozhilin closed until the turmoil is over!"

Huang Feihong thought for three seconds after hearing this, and then said: "Now the number of patients has suddenly increased, and many people fall ill every day. Although Huang is a warrior, he is also a doctor!"

"Alas!" Fusu sighed and asked, "You must be wondering recently why there are so many patients suddenly? Or maybe you already know the reason!"

"This..." Huang Feihong hesitated after hearing this, or he didn't dare to say it.

"Alas!" Fusu sighed and continued, "The dead are the dead. Death and yin are the roots of the dead. They are the exact opposite of the living. This cannot be changed."

"So the dead shouldn't come to the world of the living, let alone interfere in the affairs of the living. The dead have been mixed with the living in the world of the living for three months now, which will undoubtedly have a bad impact on the living. The sharp increase in the number of patients is the most obvious example. Now they are just minor illnesses, but as time goes by, there will be many serious illnesses."

"So, I have to withdraw my troops from this land as soon as possible, leaving only the 200,000 soldiers from the Judgment Palace to garrison!"

"Of course, you don't have to worry about war. The 200,000 undead in the Judgment Palace can still suppress those people!"

Having said this, Fusu stopped.

Huang Feihong lowered his head and frowned.

He didn't know what Fusu's purpose was in saying these words to him.

Fusu looked at Huang Feihong seriously and said, "You are not a suitable person to be in power, but you are a qualified contributor. Now that the new country has just been established, all aspects need many, many positive and capable people to stand up and set an example for everyone and take on the responsibility for the more ordinary people! Huang Feihong, there is a position suitable for you!"

"Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of his country!" Upon hearing this, Huang Feihong did not hesitate and said, "For the sake of the people of this world, Huang Feihong will do anything for them!"

"Here's yours!" Fusu threw a token to Huang Feihong. "This thing can protect you and allow you to mobilize some of the undead in the Judgment Palace."

Huang Feihong caught the thing thrown by Fusu and looked at Fusu in confusion.

Fusu smiled and said, "The dead are not suitable to manage the countries in the world of the living, let alone manage all aspects of the world of the living. To put it bluntly, the Judgment Palace is only responsible for judging cause and effect. There won't be too many dead spirits, and it's not suitable for them to come out, let alone interfere with the development of the world of the living. In the new era, it is inevitable that there will be some people with great ambitions! And now, I'm giving you the authority to make up for the gaps."

(End of this chapter)