They escaped from the town without much effort, and Han Chang quickly seized the opportunity, snatched away the baggage hidden on the roadside, and followed them. They also "borrowed" three of the guards' horses to speed up their escape. Shen Wenzheng was so serious that he thought it was Han Sheng dressed as a woman. After all, the contours of his eyebrows and body shape were very similar to his. Plus it was dark, so it was normal not to see anything. But at this time, Xue Miyin had already become suspicious of his identity. But she thought that even if Han Chang was not an ordinary person, it shouldn't matter. After all, the two friends who were traveling with him seemed not to be surprised.
She was driving the horse, and Ling Huan was holding her nervously from behind, and her clothes were probably wrinkled. There is no way, we can't slow down the pace at all now, if the guards are allowed to fight back, it will be over.
"Did you really set fire to someone else's firewood shed?" Xie Zhe, who was driving the horse, turned to ask Han Shang, who had long since changed back to his original appearance.
"How can I do that? If you really want some, why don't you give it to me? I made a bunch of firecrackers in the open space, the kind with a small sound but very big flowers. When they get close, they should realize that something is wrong, so they should run away. Bar."
They rode horses and traveled far and wide in a short time. When he looked back, the outline of the town almost completely disappeared into the darkness, and the three horses stopped. They reined in their horses and turned back, seeing in the endless night, occasionally a brilliant firework shot up from a point in front.
Amiao shouted again.
Xue Miyin lowered his head and found that it was at the horse's feet, and all the hair on its body had exploded. It was even more terrifying than when he was in the inn. It kept making threatening sounds of "ha, ha", but retreated step by step. It rarely does this, which makes Xue Miyin feel uneasy. So she turned her head and looked in the direction where Amiao was demonstrating, and suddenly felt a shudder.
"...You, are you looking behind you?"
The rest of the people turned around and gasped, followed by a deathly silence.
corpse. A dense wave of "living" corpses was approaching them.
"The white line on the door is not lime... it's salt!"
As soon as Xie Zhe said this, everyone else's faces turned as white as salt. No wonder the north side is clearly not bordering the town, but there are still so many people guarding it. Therefore, not all infected people in this area have been cremated, and there are still many dead people living here. I'm afraid their family members are not willing to burn their relatives so easily. After all, this is a small place. There are also some who should be orphans who died without anyone to care about them.
There is no point in analyzing these because they are heading this way. There were a large number of people in this group, and under the moonlight, countless pale green faces slowly approached, many of them badly festered. This is definitely not the number of people who will die in a town, otherwise you would never see a living person on the street before. I am afraid that with this as the center, all the dead from nearby cities and villages are concentrated here. These living corpses may not be all living corpses in this area.
"Why would they..."
How come there are so many? Why is it moving? Why attack humans? Everyone can give a different answer to Ye Lingyu's question, but it is meaningless. The most important thing at the moment is to escape. And this time it was even more serious than before: before, it was just to avoid the hands and eyes of a dozen officers and soldiers, but now it was to escape from the hands of a group of entangled monsters. Rather than saying that they are unreasonable, it is better to say that they cannot even "speak" at all.
Han Chang jumped off the horse, a ball of orange-red flame ignited in his hand. But at this time, something unexpected happened again.
"Amei!!"
Shen Wenzheng screamed at the top of her lungs, and her child suddenly burst into tears. She didn't know whether she saw something or was frightened by her mother's sudden action. They looked over and saw a dead man about her age walking forward. The corpse was highly decomposed, and even the clothes were soaked in corpse juice. How did she identify that it was her sister? But they soon understood - the female corpse was holding the body of a child in her arms and could move and scream. It is small, as big as a newborn.
"Tsk..."
Several balls of fox fire were floating in the air, and Han Zhang really didn't know whether he should lead them into the tide of corpses. He glanced at Xie Zhe, who also looked helpless. He knew what Han Chang wanted to ask himself.
"We still don't know how it works, and we have no way... to rescue them."
"Is it possible?" Ling Quan, who was on horseback, was as anxious as the horse. "Is it possible to rescue the living corpses? They can still move. Is it... that they retain something human-like, so they can still return to adulthood? What does it look like?”
Xue Miyin said sternly: "Don't say these are useless, you should think clearly. Like the one over there - it's so rotten that even if it regains consciousness, it won't last long. And that child... No matter where It's a tragedy that I can wake up."
The tide of corpses is approaching, and Amiao can no longer show off. It jumped onto the horse with a swish, grabbing Mi Yin tightly and not letting go. She could feel the little guy's claws protruding from the flesh pads and hooking on her skin. Even though it has taken on a monster or ghost-like form, it retains many of its habits from life. Shen Wenzheng tightened his grip on the stick in his hand and held his daughter tightly with the other hand. She wanted to scream and fight, but she didn't know why she was fighting. Should she hope that the two corpses could still be saved? Should she raise her weapon? Pointing her finger at her biological sister, her daughter's favorite aunt, and her children - she couldn't do it.
"Let's do it." Shen Wenzheng said this, "I know Master Zhongli, he is very powerful in magic..."
Since they didn't intend to run, they all dismounted one after another. The changing and wandering fox fire painted Han Shang's face with warm color and disappeared. Han Chang fixed his gaze on Shen Wenzheng's face. She opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the familiar corpse. It seems that the cries of babies can be heard in the tide of corpses, like animals howling, or ghosts wailing.
A wall of crimson fire was built, like a curtain, isolating the scene in front of people from people's sight. Behind the wall of flames is the sound of sizzling human tissue fighting and devouring open flames. Han Chang turned his back and didn't look at it. Ling Huan then remembered that he didn't like the dazzling flames. But he must have weighed it. In comparison, the lives of his friends are more important than his likes and dislikes. They heard the sounds of people who were suspected of drowning and struggling and gasping for air, or the sounds of people who were strangled by the neck and breathing desperately, mixed with the sounds of lamentations one after another. People who specialize in cremating corpses in government offices must be used to hearing this sound. After all, the air and water in some dead people's bodies are not completely drained, and the bodies of people who have been dead for a long time will also produce some gases that are easily ignited and can cause small explosions. But no matter whether it can be explained clearly with reason, or whether it is a strange force that confuses the gods, no matter who sees the chaotic dance of the demons at this moment, they will be speechless.
Shen was still lying on his mother's body without saying a word, but his tears had already soaked into the fabric, making Wen Zheng feel wet and hot. The small area where the child cried silently burned as brightly as the fire in front of him. Throughout, she was the only person present who never took her eyes off the flames. Her eyes were fearless, and the fire flickered in her pupils, like a part of her. Is she observing a moment of silence? No one dared to ask. It was a belated funeral.
Xue Miyin looked at Han Chang and had the answer in his heart. He is indeed a monster. It was strange that he was among humans, even so peacefully. Moreover, the other man is still similar to an onmyoji. Weird.
At this time, something slowly straightened up behind them. The firelight cast all the shadows behind them, and they were unable to notice anything strange. A man suddenly appeared there, but he did not disturb anyone, he just watched all this with them. Shen was still tired from crying. What happened in the past few days was too heavy for a child. She raised her head from her mother's arms and noticed the person behind her mother. At that moment, she clenched her mother's clothes tightly, which made Shen Wenzheng immediately notice something strange and turned around suddenly. The long stick appeared unexpectedly like part of her arm, and the end of the stick stopped steadily only an inch away from the man's temple.
He didn't dodge.
When they heard the whistling sound of the stick cutting the air, other people's attention was finally drawn here. At this time, Xie Zhe and the others were speechless on the spot - this person's appearance was so familiar, they had clearly seen him before.
"You are, you are the one from Death Shadow Pavilion..."
"Wu Yin." He introduced himself.
Seeing that they knew each other, Shen Wenzheng slowly moved the long stick away. But this time, like Xue Miyin's misunderstanding at that time, she didn't feel the slightest regret towards the person in front of her. Because she was keenly aware that although they knew each other, their relationship was not necessarily that good. Where are the friends who meet each other with dead faces on both sides? Although Xie Zhe and the others were just the three of them, the man who claimed to be Wu Yin not only showed no courtesy at all, but even showed a trace of displeasure in his eyebrows.
"Why are you here?" Xie Zhe asked.
"Aren't you here too?"
"We left the town, thinking it would be safer here. Who would have thought that it would be even more lively than the town."
Han Chang smiled and sighed, but he couldn't laugh at all. Like his companions, he knew exactly what it meant for the people from the Shadow Pavilion to appear here. They are not impermanent and will not be kind enough to deal with abnormalities in the world. Therefore, this trouble must be related to him.
At this time, suddenly half of the people rushed over from the fire curtain. Fortunately, Xue Miyin reacted quickly. She turned sideways and no sparks splashed on her clothes. But she couldn't relax yet. The "person" escaped from the fire with only the upper half of his body. It is fatter and dies later, so it burns longer. On the dry ground, its arms grabbed the ground and crawled forward, leaving a few deep marks, and it was still slowly crawling towards it. Before Shen Wenzheng was about to beat it back to the fire with a stick, Xue Miyin immediately used the pick hidden in his sleeve to stir the strings. After the short music ended, its movements slowed down, froze in place, and slowly approached Miyin. Burning hands kept reaching out from the fire curtain, as if trying to grab the shamisen. Han Chang immediately pulled her further away, not wanting her to "get angry".
Wu Yin, who had not intervened until now, suddenly snapped his fingers, and the movement of the half corpse became even slower. It became stiff and dull, like rusty iron, and stopped. Its hand was still frozen in the air, but the fire had gone out. Mi Yin kicked him, and the severed hand immediately turned into toner and collapsed.
Xie Zhe's tone was a little regretful: "Sure enough, it has something to do with you."
