The avenue connecting the west city to the east city was already full of parishioners. The road has been renovated over the years, and can accommodate a few carriages running side by side, but it is such a wide road, and at this time you can only see people crowded with people, and people next to each other. Both men and women, young and old, all carry their belongings in their hands-

The mallet for pounding clothes and the half-dry chopping wood are the most common, and occasionally a few cooks and men carry out a blunt knife to chop meat, which can be regarded as a divine weapon. There are also those who carry baskets full of heavy stones, which are better than those who carry brooms.

On such a snowy day, it seems that you can freeze in one breath, and there are many snowflakes on everyone's body. In such weather, it is not enough for normal people to wrap themselves in quilts and lean against the stove, and there is no reason to run out and be frozen, but the eyes of these parishioners are burning hot, and they can get up by themselves without anyone lighting it!

At the junction of the east city and the west city, there are mostly shops in front of the store and back houses, some of which are hung with Zoroastrian markings, and there are also serious Han people's industries, which bear the brunt of the disaster at this time.

A scripture teacher wrapped in a white cloth organized these parishioners in a rough and sloppy manner, but the more they made people, the more chaotic they became. Later, they didn't care whether they organized or not, they carried buckets full of smelly black water that didn't know the fragrance, and just wiped them from house to house: "These are all unbelievers, and they deserve to be sent to the black prison, smash their doors, and kill them!"

In such a snowy day, the torches are not a big deal, and the light of the fire is sometimes bright and dark, and it is impossible to distinguish any marks made by those scripture teachers. From the very beginning, these instigated parishioners had already entered a kind of utter madness, where did they care what signs were not marked, but just rushed forward, slamming doors from house to house.

In the night, only screams rang out, and at first it was just Hermes-Epitek's shop, but soon, things changed completely. In the midst of the cries, some voices sounded sarcastic:

"Don't smash it! Don't smash it! Our family is also a sectarian, and the donations for big and small merits in the church have never been interrupted!"

"You, what are you going to do! Our lord is a merchant from the Western Regions, and the people in this shop are converted earlier than you!"

This kind of shouting could not free them from the hands of those parishioners in the slightest, but someone came up and rewarded those who shouted crisply: "Fengjiao, why didn't Fengjiao come out quickly to listen to Imal's assignment, but hid in the shop?"

This is quite polite, and more people simply take a tithing and beat them up: "You say that you are a teacher! You are not a good forage eater! Who doesn't know that you businessmen and those Han officials are the closest! Smash, these things are smashed!"

At first, it was just smashing things, and occasionally some people took advantage of the goods, but soon, smashing and grabbing could not satisfy the people who followed behind. Especially those who came late and could only find a piece of tatters, that kind of annoyance, that kind of mania, suddenly expanded in the crowd, and I don't know who shouted: "Kill these Han people who have entered the mother!"

This sentence seemed to be a spell, and suddenly the whole road became even more agitated. Immediately, someone shouted: "There are Han people who want to run!"

With this roar, the carriage that had already entered the street was already surrounded by the parishioners, and the handlebars of the carriage were dragged out of the carriage before they had time to resist. The door of the carriage was even more smashed, and a dough merchant inside had just shouted halfway: "Spare ......" and was dragged into the crowd, and stones and mallets rained down, and there were several old women wrapped in black cloth, holding rolling pins, beating hard!

At this time, the Zoroastrian scripture teachers just wanted to command, but they couldn't do anything, and they could only spread by this turmoil. The most they could do was to scream loudly in the crowd to boil the blood of these fanatical parishioners even more!

The order that came in the name of religion was gone, and what happened next was all expected. A few of the scribes couldn't squeeze in front of them, but they could see blood slowly seeping from the ground beneath their feet where the parishioners were piling up with sticks and brooms.

And all around, everywhere are the cries of women and children, the desperate cries of men, and the shops facing the street have begun to burst into flames and smoke!

Yes, it snowed heavily that night, but breaking into the house and lighting a fire was not hindered by the wind and snow at all.

The pavement that was lit on fire, and the smoke billowed out, even the wind and snow tonight could not let the smoke of this road disperse somewhat.

On both sides of the road, there were crazy shouts of the parishioners, and there were few Han people crying and fleeing: "The Qiang people have rebelled again!"

Everyone is running, everyone is chasing, and from time to time a person falls on the ground, and no one cares whether he is dead or alive. At this moment, Blackwater City seems to have truly become hell!

At this time, the toad Wang Chao was wrapped in a bright red robe, and his waist was full of mixed yuan ruyi stones made of Wei wild grass and grass, and he was squeezing forward with difficulty among the refugees who ran out in the direction of Xicheng.

At this time, the road was full of headless flies running around, and it was impossible to distinguish men, women, and children on a snowy night, and only the shadows of people running and colliding in fear and despair.

It is also thanks to the big red robe on the toad monk's body that has been changed by the protective red armor of the fat-headed fish essence, and the suction effect is far better than that of ordinary armor, and there is a slippery effect like a fish body in the water, so that he will not lose his top in this crowd.

He didn't care about anything else, he just opened his mouth and shouted: "Bing Cao is engaged in Wei Gong has been fortified in Dongcheng, if you want to live, go to General Fubo's Temple!"

For Wei Ye, a foreign official, the local Han people in Heishui City did not have any intuitive understanding, at most they knew that this passing Beijing official was very bad with the local Zoroastrians. But at the beginning of the riots, someone brought the news that a drowning man had touched a piece of driftwood in his hand—not as unreliable as straw!

Immediately, there was an echo from the fleeing crowd: "Go to Dongcheng! Go to Dongcheng! Ask Wei to live us!"

With this direction, the already chaotic crowd seems to have a little more order. The toad monk swept the mixed yuan ruyi stone in his hand, sniffed the smell of blood in the air, and couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Even when he was a monster eating people in Huaili County, the monk had never seen such a scene!

As soon as he raised his hand, a Mixed Yuan Ruyi Stone smashed down on the ranks of cultists who rushed up from behind!