Three Kingdoms: the Rotten Walking Dead, the Country of the Walking Flesh!

In 184, on the wall of Guangzong. Zhang Jue was holding his chest with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Outside the city wall, military flags were fluttering and the crowds were filled with officers and soldiers. Anger surged into his eyes along with the blood, making his eyes blurry and blurred. The deep darkness seemed to swallow up the world in front of him. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth again with a "pop" sound, and the anxious roars of his family could be heard around him. "Brother", "eldest brother", "daddy" Zhang Jiao held the staff in his hand and stretched his other hand behind him, opening his palm wide to signal the family members behind him not to worry. The blood dyed the clothes on his chest red but allowed him to regain his sight. Breathing heavily, Zhang Jiao staggered down the city. In front of him, in the center of Guangzong City, a large magic circle stood there. There are high piles of stones and wood at each formation. Judging from the damage of the surrounding houses, these materials were obviously torn from these houses. Zhang Jiao walked to the center of the formation, raised his hands high, and thrust the staff straight into the sky. He said: "God, I will use my life to give Huang Tian the last bit of luck. I wish them success." After Zhang Jiao finished speaking, a straight yellow lightning struck down from the gloomy black clouds. When the lightning disappeared, there was nothing but a pile of ashes in the center of the circle.