"All right, pack these things up and leave. I'll have General Lan and General Tian lead troops on patrol around the perimeter. If anything happens over there, we'll naturally go rescue you. It won't do me any good if you die. Oh, right—leave this know-it-all here too. We'll need to question him if anything comes up." Madam Qi pointed at Zhang Yuzhong.
Zhang Yuzhong was so frightened that he dropped onto the ground. I could only comfort him a few times and tell him to stay in the new underground palace for a few days. That was still better than going back and risking being killed. After thinking it over carefully, Zhang Yuzhong agreed to stay.
After replenishing the corpse soldiers' energy and cheering Madam Qi up, I took Han Shanshan back to the Taoist temple. Han Shanshan went to chat with Zhao Qian, while Wang Yuanyi, Li Qinghe, and I discussed the Aristocratic Clans' counterattack and preparations against the corpse-repelling powder.
In the end, everyone decided to buy light raincoats and gas masks for the corpse soldiers. Some protection was better than none. After all, the other side had airplanes.
The raincoats had to be transported from the raincoat factory in South City, so the corpse soldiers would not be equipped until evening. During that time, everyone's nerves were taut.
In our spare time, Zhang Xiaofei brought me the parts of the Four Little Immortals' Daoist teachings that he couldn't understand and asked me to explain them. I gave him some pointers, though there were parts I truly couldn't figure out either. Zhang Xiaofei's ideas about formations were rather ahead of their time, and he asked about so many things that I could no longer keep up. I could only fob him off by telling him to research them