"Why do you use corpses to kill humans?" Ling Huan was greatly confused, "This infectious disease is caused by you..."
"That's half right... No, not half of it. You call them... living corpses, right? Living corpses have no desire to kill, only appetite. But this is not appropriate. Their souls are still imprisoned in their bodies, and their bodies are But it was catalyzed and died prematurely. Therefore, they are particularly eager for living creatures, especially humans among animals and children among humans. Those are the most vitality groups. "
Ling Huan suddenly felt a dull pain in the wound. In this way, the hand at that time really wanted to attack Shen Yiran.
"What you don't have, you will want to take away from others, even after death. Even if you can't do it no matter what, you are still driven by this primitive desire... This is human beings."
As soon as these words were spoken, almost everyone understood his position. He is a monster, a complete monster. It is completely impossible for such a monster to empathize with humans. This has nothing to do with his identity as a member of the Death Shadow Pavilion. And a worse idea suddenly emerged in Ling Huan's heart.
"Ruan Xiang... how is she?"
Xie Zhe and Han Zhang also had some regrets for entrusting Miss Ruan Xiang to Shenying Pavilion so rashly. I really don't know if she is living well now, let alone how she will be affected in such a place.
"Are you talking about that piano? She helps in my shop and is living a good life now. She is different from superficial and greedy people like you. Staying here is better than running around with you and going through hardships. She's much better."
"This is what we should say, right?" Xie Zhe replied rudely.
Although they could barely tell from these two sentences that there was no need to worry about Miss Ruan Xiang's safety, they themselves might not be sure. The man's position is clear, but his purpose remains unclear. Judging from the current situation, these large numbers of walking zombies must be related to him.
Han Zhang said: "The way these people have turned out is probably due to your spell."
"Don't be so sure. I have never done anything like this. I came here just to recover these corpses. Living corpses of this size walking around in the world will obviously cause big trouble. Although now, the deceased shadow We can't catch all the corpses at once, but when things seriously threaten the safety of local livestock, we will try to deal with some of them. Just like the plague itself, it spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and it will only get worse if it spreads endlessly. The sooner. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not my intention to help humans, this is just the job I was assigned.”
Shen Wenzheng sounded a little confused.
"I don't expect you to be such a kind-hearted person. But since the poison was not caused by you, and the Death Shadow Pavilion also intends to care about the survival of human life, why can't it break this evil spell and develop a prescription to save lives and heal the wounded!"
"You seem to have misunderstood," Wu Yin frowned, as if he felt that he had explained enough, "We do not have this obligation. The recovery of corpses is only for our own research. This disease has been around since the moment it was born. It’s a poison that has no cure, we don’t plan to create an antidote, and no one else can crack it.”
"Sure enough, this poison is related to you," Xue Miyin also spoke. "Your words are so conservative and make sense no matter how you interpret them. Are you playing some word game? I know people like you very well, and Very annoying."
"I don't have to make you like it. I'm afraid this is the first time we've met, right? Well, I've told you too much."
Wu Yin's attitude was still cold. He waved his hand, and the dust on the ground suddenly gathered in wisps, but there was clearly no wind, as if it came to life spontaneously. The sand, dust and stones gathered together and poured into the scorching fire field in one direction. The burned corpses were refilled, and the missing body parts were replaced by dust, turning into sand sculptures or something like that, slowly walking out of the flames. This was so scary that not even Hansang's fire could stop them.
Shen Wenzheng immediately threw the child behind him, held up his stick, and stopped him in front of everyone. She was a little nervous. After all, she had dealt with evil people in the past, or beasts and monsters that were not difficult to deal with. This was her first time fighting a horde of extremely dangerous monsters like this, but she had no choice. The child is right behind her, and she must not retreat.
"This is too bad... Is there any other way?" Xie Zhe asked him.
"You can also make the flames hotter, but once the living corpses are transformed, I'm afraid they will turn into magma on the ground." Han Chang was a little nervous, "By then, there won't even be a place for us to stay..."
While they were discussing anxiously, in addition to the crackling sound of burning, a coherent sound of string music flooded into their ears. The sound was simple and pure, so clear that there was no trace of dust. The group of living corpses seemed to have heard such music, and their movements became slower and stiffer. It's as if they were originally pulled by invisible external forces, but now they are controlled spontaneously from within. What they "want to do", "what they can do" and "what they are forced to do" are intertwined with each other. Struggling paradoxically. The dusty fragments of them are flaked off by the air, just as cold and hot water are used to crack them.
Wu Yin pondered for a while, then turned his wrist and raised his arms. More loess rose up from the ground, and the ground beneath their feet sunk. The power of sand and soil provides arms for the living corpses, and Wu Yin's will is stronger than the influence of the music. Xue Miyin, who was sitting on the floor, felt something was wrong. He adjusted the movements of his hands and played a new song. The melody of this piece is more urgent and the tone is duller. A mere three slender strings can actually explode into thunderous sounds like war drums. The special force caused some fragile zombies to break their wrists and ankles, but they were still moving forward. She realized that her power was limited after all.
Suddenly, two sounds of friction as a weapon was unsheathed appeared almost at the same time. Looking over again, Xie Zhe and Han Zhang each had a bright weapon in their hands. When he drew his sword, Xie Zhe felt a gust of wind flow out of Fengyun Zhan's scabbard, which seemed different from before. As for Han Shan's dagger, even if there was only a little bit of unextinguished firelight, it could still reflect a very bright golden light.
Wu Yin suddenly lowered his arms, and all the dust flowed away from the living corpse. The corpses fell down, leaving only unburnt skeletons. The strange stench was either blown away by the wind or everyone present was already used to it.
Is he...scared? Not too possible. After all, he had never fought against the two of them, and they were not well-known in the world. He shouldn't have given up just seeing the two of them draw their swords. While several people were wondering, Wu Yin said this:
"Although I don't know how much you weigh, I'm not interested in learning from you. But I don't really want to have anything to do with those two swords."
After speaking, Wu Yin looked at Xue Miyin sitting there. She looked calm on the surface, but she was still a little flustered in her heart, wondering what other tricks this man was up to. For now, she felt that there was no great disparity in strength between her and him, but the gap did exist. Putting aside saving other people's lives, it is not an easy task to protect oneself wisely from such a huge army of corpses.
"You gave me some new ideas. Maybe I should thank you."
Wu Yin said this, but she didn't understand. Several people gathered together and looked at him, preparing to deal with the next round of attacks that he might trigger at any time. However, among the corpses scattered there, there were no complete skeletons. Some were still struggling, just like a pile of dead fish that had been disemboweled, scaled, and gills removed, and a few of them were twitching nervously.
"Even if you are a monster, please speak human words." Xue Miyin sneered.
"It's nothing. I noticed from the beginning that these corpses that have been dead for a long time should be incapable of hearing. Although many of the recently deceased people can still speak and respond to the words of others. But these are limited. The throat will rot, and the remaining consciousness will only respond to familiar people, and eventually it will completely collapse. But if you can directly talk to the soul in some form... maybe music is indeed a good choice."
Wu Yin waved his hands and left.
"……baffling."
Looking at his back, Shen Wenzheng, who frowned, cursed. Shen was still holding her hand, and there was sweat between his fingers. The black figure quickly disappeared into the black night, the remaining fire was completely extinguished, and there was no longer anything that could be ignited on this land.
It became quieter in the second half of the night, and no one said anything. Although it seemed that no living corpses would attack, they still could not take it lightly. After experiencing such a sudden crisis, everyone felt very tired after relaxing, and their whole body ached. If they could touch the pillow, they would fall asleep as soon as it hit them. In such a harsh environment, they rested on their horses and took turns keeping vigil. Some time before dawn, Han Zhang woke up, but Shen Wenzheng was nowhere to be seen. Logically speaking, she should have woken her up. Seeing that Han Zheng was still leaning against Ling Yu and sleeping soundly, he knew that Wen Zheng hadn't gone far. He raised his head, sniffed the air, and took a few steps in one direction. Before he walked too far, he saw Wen Zheng's back. Wen Zheng was sitting on his knees on the ground, seemingly tinkering with something.
"Mr. Shen..."
For a moment, just like the stick she used on Wu Yin in the middle of the night, the tip of the stick was pointed directly at Hanshang, and he even felt a gust of wind and waves passing by his face. He was stunned for a moment, and Shen Wenzheng came to his senses and took back his stick apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I didn't have a good rest, my head is a bit unrecognizable."
"It's okay. It's always a good thing to be alert. When you have a child with you, the more cautious you are, the better."
Shen Wenzheng stood up, and then he saw a small mound of soil on the ground, with two wooden grave markers stuck in front. Nothing extra was written on it, only two shallow names were engraved on it.
"This is……"
"Ah, I dug out the bodies of the old girl and her son, but there is only a little left, so I hurriedly buried them here. This wooden thing is from the east when I traveled around with my children. Poor people would use this method to replace tombstones and comfort the souls of the dead. It's a pity that we escaped from the town and couldn't bury her and her husband together. Well, maybe she would be happier this way..."
"She must have received your comfort. I also have a sister...I can understand how you feel."
"Hey, let's not talk about this." She patted the dirt on her hands and changed the topic, "Master Zhongli, you are not an ordinary person. You have also made great achievements in the practice of fire magic. You will definitely become famous in the future."
"...No, actually I don't like fire."
"That would be too bad. You can only be unknown like me." She walked towards the camp and continued, "But you choose the road yourself. There is nothing good or bad. As long as you choose it, just keep walking. . I don’t like fire... that’s fine. We are the same kind of people. Maybe we will meet again in the future if we are destined."
Han Chang showed a sad expression: "Are you leaving now?"
"Well. I'm going to leave now with Yi Yi, so I won't wake everyone up and say hello. You have a clear goal, so you move forward bravely; I walked around, so I continued to wander. I heard that the West has been funded by the imperial court in recent years and is much richer than in the past. There are a lot of interesting things, and the scenery is beautiful. I heard that the mountains there have no vegetation, but they are colorful... I want to take my daughter to see it. I would also like Mr. Zhongli to say goodbye to all the young heroes for me."
"Okay... let's meet again someday."
