"What particularly extreme little hobby?" the two monks couldn't help but ask.
"Cannibalism? Those crazy monks who control the camp are all cannibals." In the eyes of the two monks hiding among the people, those monks who eat human flesh are all crazy monks. Moreover, the monks who control this large settlement are all crazy monks.
They didn't want to become crazy monks, so they hid among mortals.
There are also many low-level monks hiding like them. There were even some soldiers who had been dispersed from the Taoist army and were hiding secretly.
"Eating human flesh is not an extreme hobby, right? It is a loss of humanity and becomes an evil thing.
Normal people, have you ever eaten your own kind?
I'm talking about those who particularly like to brutally kill their opponents, or who particularly like to learn bloody slaughtering of small animals..." the little sergeant said.
"Oh, these days, there are a few very normal monks who go out to work.
Bloodlust is nothing. This can only mean that people are ruthless in nature, but it cannot be said that they believe in evil gods. "The two monks said.
If you believe in evil gods, you don't know what will happen to you in the future. Many monks may be extreme, cold-tempered, cruel and arrogant. I don’t want to become a monster either.
"So when you go to that place, you will have a way to tell whether you believe in evil gods." The little sergeant said with great certainty.
"What do you mean? Where is that place?" The two monks couldn't help asking again.
Why do they sound a little scary?
How could a place be so powerful that it could sort out all the followers of the evil god at once?
Just when they were asking the little sergeant, the team in front suddenly became chaotic, ahhhh, wow wow wow, run away! Help! Give me a hand! ! Who can help me.
Do not kill me!
Ah~
Various screams broke out one after another, and the fleeing crowd threw the originally orderly team around them into chaos.
They were being pulled and chased everywhere like gourds rolling on the ground.
The little sergeant who was talking to them enthusiastically jumped up and rushed forward. Got busy with tasks.
Not only him, but also the sergeants responsible for escorting them rushed forward.
Each and every one of them was as if they had seen a peerless prey.
Living corpses, they haven't fought many of them yet.
All they saw were giant living corpses that had been mutated and covered in black air, fighting unscrupulously with the surrounding sergeants.
The battle was bloody and inextricable.
Whether they are evil zombies or living zombies, their biggest characteristic is that they are not afraid of death. There was no pain either.
As long as the injury is not fatal, it basically does not affect combat effectiveness.
This kind of opponent is actually quite useful when it comes to mopping up weak ones.
But when playing against guys like myself, there is no advantage.
Neither side cares about their own injuries, both are fighting for their lives.
At this time, as the highly intelligent party, the advantages of the God's Favored Ones are revealed.
Many people were affected by them and either died or were dragged away covered in blood by the people around them.
Therefore, the gods' favored ones usually lead the living corpses away, stay away from the crowd, and form small battle circles by themselves.
As soon as the little sergeant who had been talking to the two monks went up, he was attacked by a huge living corpse. It clawed into his abdomen and took out a large amount of flesh and blood and internal organs.
The young sergeant was not idle either. He kept wondering whether the opponent had taken out his stomach. He directly pulled out a short bronze spear, stabbed it upward from the lower jaw of the living corpse, and directly pierced the opponent's head.
Both were defeated and wounded.
If it hadn't been for the short bronze spear used by the little sergeant, the living corpse might have dragged the little sergeant along with him before he completely lost his ability to move. It's a pity that the living corpse has no chance.
The power of the short bronze spear struck, and the living corpse froze, then collapsed.
Black smoke rose up from the corpse of the living corpse. The rich black smoke seemed to be drawn away and absorbed by the bronze spear. The living corpse gradually shriveled up and finally turned into fly ash.
After the young sergeant killed the living corpse, he held out the bloody hole in his stomach and ran to other battle circles to help his comrades attack and annihilate other living corpses.
I didn’t even have time to sprinkle some Zhixue Powder on myself.
It was because his colleagues couldn't stand it any longer, so they got a lot of hemostatic medicine and applied it directly to him.
Ouch, ouch, the little sergeant screamed miserably.
I didn't see him crying even after his stomach was removed just now.
"Ah ah, this is Maki-sama's improved hemostatic powder, isn't it? You said you guys have nothing to do, why would you exchange sacrifices for it, but why do you want to exchange it for this terrible painful hemostatic powder?" The little sergeant cried, While complaining.
"Can you rely on us? No matter what you want to exchange for, you must first exchange ten packs of hemostatic powder at Master Zhenji's before you can exchange for anything else. What can we do?" An older sergeant, that is, The veteran who had just applied styptic powder to the little sergeant's wound said angrily.
Maki-sama actually knows how to engage in bundle sales. Is this irritating or not?
I don’t know that it was the profiteer who taught Master Zhenji bad things.
"Then you use it after you change it. Why do you use it for me?" Xiaojun said angrily.
"It hurts you, or it hurts me. Of course it's better if you hurt me." The veteran said confidently, as if it was best to be a dead Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist.
"Thankfully I still regard you as a respectable big brother." The little sergeant became even more angry.
"You say this twenty times a day, and you say it every time I see a man older than you. It makes my ears tingle." A certain big brother simply exposed the little sergeant's background.
The young sergeant was directly exposed.
It's so embarrassing to roll over. The expression on his face was awkward.
Maki-sama somehow developed the ability to refine and wholesale various potions.
Although this hemostatic medicine can make a strong man feel so painful that he doubts his life. But the effect is good. The bleeding stopped after using it, and his internal organs and damaged inner abdomen began to grow again.
Ouch, ouch, it started to itch intensely again.
They still like to sleep alone and everything will be fine. At least you don't have to suffer. It's so itchy.
"I think Master Zhenji must have had a problem with us recently. Otherwise, why would the medicine be so difficult to make? Ahhhhh, it's so itchy. It's so itchy." The little sergeant yelled.
"Don't scratch it. It won't heal easily after scratching it. If it becomes ugly, Maki-sama will refuse your sacrifice." The older sergeant said.
The little sergeant's hand that was originally intended to scratch his belly suddenly retracted. “Someone was rejected for being ugly?”
"No, Lao Wang in the next tent scratched his face badly. Master Zhenji confiscated his sacrifice for five or six days. Who asked him to scratch his own face?! Hahaha.
If it's itchy, just be itchy. Endure it and it will pass. "Another middle-aged sergeant said gloatingly.
"Then what should he do? Is he still unable to offer sacrifices?" the little sergeant asked hurriedly.
"Just to teach him a lesson. General Wei has asked the military doctor to treat the scar on his face. He said it will be completely healed in a few days." The middle-aged sergeant said with a smile. "This is considered self-inflicted. When he was injured, we all asked him to get good treatment. He insisted on saying that the scars on a man's face are proof of a man's bravery, and everyone should praise him.
In the end, Maki-sama couldn’t tell. Hahaha...it scared him. "
Ordinarily, no matter what kind of injury they suffered, as long as it was not fatal. Just sleep and you will be fully recovered. Of course, this is based on your desire to fully recover.
If you actively think about leaving scars. The scar will still remain.
Maki-sama is always happy to help others and make you think.
The problem is that her ugliness is also real.
Maki-sama is actually probably a goddess.
At first, everyone was in awe of her.
But as time went by, everyone discovered that Maki-sama was actually quite lively and had a good temper. Sometimes they even tease them deliberately.
"Itchy, itchy... I'm so itchy." Following the example of Lao Wang next door, the little sergeant didn't dare to scratch, so he could only keep jumping around, like a big flea.
Only a dozen living corpses appeared, and they were killed by the sergeants responsible for escorting them.
On average, it takes three or four people to find a living corpse.
After everyone completed the task, they were a little bit unsatisfied. Not enough to kill.
When everyone came back to their senses after killing all the living corpses, they found that the team had completely dispersed. They ran away wherever they went, so they had to catch the common people and monks again like chickens.
This arrest method is quite time consuming.
Two monks looked shocked and walked back together with a young sergeant who had a hole in his stomach.
"How can you still be alive after being so seriously injured?"
"If it were me, I'd probably be dead a long time ago. I'm at the third level of Qi refining, and I'm no better than ordinary people. When the evil corpses make trouble, I don't dare to rush forward. I only dare to run for my life."
After hearing this, the young sergeant said, "Then you are a bit cowardly. When I was still an ordinary person, I dared to follow my father to find a special terrain to sneak attack on those evil corpses."
"Kid, you are so awesome."
"I'm already twenty and two, so why am I still a child?" said the young sergeant.
"Then why do you look so fair and tender, young?" the other party asked abruptly.
After hearing this, the little sergeant rolled his eyes and looked at him.
"My skin has changed a few layers since I started practicing physical training. I have grown smaller. It's not just me, everyone is like this.
There was an old man in our camp who looked like he was in his fifties or sixties when he was in his thirties. Later he practiced physical training and shed his skin the most. On average, it sheds one layer in a few days. As a result, he now looks like he is in his mid-twenties. When his wife saw how changed he was, she quit working. I have to go to the altar. "
"Go to the altar?" The two monks looked at the young sergeant in confusion.
"Hmm, the altar is a good thing. If you are asked to go up, go up as soon as possible. You will never suffer a loss." The little sergeant pointed out.
The sergeants in charge of the escort regrouped the common people and monks who ran into the camp. As for those guys who ran to the gate of the camp.
They didn't care, they couldn't escape anyway.
There's someone taking care of it over there.
At that time, many people fled directly outside the camp.
Hurrah, a group of people rushed to the gate of the camp. But when they rushed to the gate of the camp, one, two, three... countless of them all stopped in unison.
Everything on his face was dull.
Outside the gate of the camp, there are three densely packed floors. The outer three floors are filled with warriors from the God's Favored Legion. Each one is holding a weapon and has a stern expression. They have completely sealed off the gathering place.
"You're here so soon? Why are you running around? Who is responsible for bringing you people out? Get in line, get in line quickly. Do you hear me?"
The sergeants standing at the gate of the camp stabbed people with spears, forcing the monks and common people who ran out to line up again. Those who were disobedient were directly beaten with spears on their heads and faces. He immediately became honest.
After waiting for a while, the large troops who had reorganized behind came out.
"What's going on? How come you escorted a team into two and a half? There are a bunch of immortals coming out, and there are a bunch more behind. How do you do your work?" A guy who looked like a young general asked with all his face.
The little soldier in charge of the escort quickly ran out and reported respectfully, "Some believers of the evil god probably realized something was wrong. They suddenly rushed out and killed people randomly and wanted to escape. We were busy encircling and suppressing those believers of the evil god, but some of them ran out. .”
"How many followers of the evil god?"
"There are fifteen people who came out to cause trouble."
"Fifteen believers, how many of you did it take to finish them off?" The young general looked like he couldn't believe you were such useless people.
"Hey, it's not like we haven't seen living zombies before. When everyone got excited, they rushed up to try their martial arts skills with them. But those living zombies were too weak and were killed by us in a few strokes.
Killing the living corpses was so fast that it took a lot of time to call back the scattered people. "
"You bastards, you really can't think of anything when your brain is hot. A living corpse is nothing. If the generals' instructions are delayed, you will be the one to suffer. Okay, okay, take your team and go west quickly. "The young general said.
"OK."
A huge altar stood on the flat ground in the forest.
Numerous soldiers of God's Favored Ones were responsible for bringing groups of people to the altar and escorting them away.
Because they are newcomers and most of them are ordinary people, the process is slow. Others were found to be followers of the evil god and were killed directly. Some people couldn't accept that their relatives were killed by followers of the evil god, so they went crazy and wanted to kill the surrounding soldiers who were favored by gods to avenge their relatives.
These people will be taken away and dealt with.
It won't end well anyway.
Early on the next morning, the identification and sorting work of the people in the original large camp was completed.
"There are nearly two-thirds of the people left in this camp." Wei Dongting and Song Zhengyuan came to report to Qing Hu and the others.
"Try to transport them to Fulicheng. There is a shortage of manpower there." Qingjin said. Who doesn’t need people to open up wasteland for farming, build waterways, or build bridges and roads?
"This is also a good idea. Han Jupiter must thank us." Wei Dongting said with a smile.
"I heard that there are some cannibals in the nearby city. Such gangs must be destroyed. Otherwise, after we clean up the army of evil zombies, we have to clean up the army of living zombies. That would be annoying." Qing Hu also made a request. .
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