It was a severed hand.
The five fingers were slender, and there was a thin layer of cocoon at the tiger's mouth. At this moment, they were falling quietly to the ground, with the palm upward, mixed with soil and blood, soaked through the lines on the palm, stiff and dim.
As if he had stepped on a sharp thorn, Jiao Zheng immediately retracted his foot, his face pale with a hint of solemnity.
"Senior Brother Jiao."
The usually soft voice was tainted with a hint of coldness. Jiao Zheng turned back to look at the girl behind him who had come down from the city wall at some point, and his pale face instantly turned ugly.
"Junior sister Yu, don't come down, go back quickly!" Jiao Zheng's face was livid, and he calmly shifted his body, covering the severed hand on the ground behind him.
Lingchu stood quietly within the protective formation of the city wall. There was a thin formation in front of him, and it only took half a step to step out.
Stepping out is the cruel and bloody battlefield.
No, in other words, it's just a slaughterhouse.
Even though the look on Jiao Zheng's face was ugly and his tone was unpleasant, Lingchu could easily hear the concern from his mouth, knowing that the senior brother in front of him who had only met twice was thinking about him. Afterwards, Lingchu, who was in a miserable state, had a faint smile on his somewhat stiff face, and his eyebrows softened.
"Senior Brother Jiao, didn't you say that after the beast tide is over, monks are still needed to clean up the battlefield? Since I am here, I want to help," when he said this, Lingchu glanced at Senior Brother Jiao Zheng's face. Still looking a bit disapproving, he continued, "What's more, in this situation, I think avoiding is not the solution to the problem."
After thinking about it, Lingchu added, "I'm not a person who likes to avoid problems."
Jiao Zheng looked at the clean and delicate face of the girl behind him. There was a hint of confidence and perseverance. The spiritual platform, which had always been heavy and seemed to be covered by layers of dark clouds, suddenly felt a cool breath flowing through it.
Yes, avoiding can't solve any problems.
A smile suddenly appeared on Jiao Zheng's ordinary brows, and the heaviness that had accumulated in his brows for several months suddenly dissipated a lot. In an instant, he felt that his mood was as clear as it had ever been in recent months.
"When I repair the formation, come and clean up the battlefield together." Jiao Zheng's mood became more relaxed, and his steps became much more relaxed. His head, which had never been lowered before, was slightly lowered, and he carefully avoided the corpses on the ground.
"By the way, cleaning the battlefield is also a dangerous thing. Junior sister Yu should be more careful." Before taking two steps, Jiao Zheng suddenly stopped and turned around to tell Lingchu.
Lingchu looked at Jiao Zheng's face and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. The frown that had been frowning relaxed, and his whole person no longer had the irritable feeling before. Although he didn't know what happened, he also knew that this was a good thing.
Since she just came to Luoyao City, she discovered as soon as she landed that all the monks in Luoyao City were as silent as a pool of stagnant water. It was calm without the slightest ripples, but it was so dark that it was bottomless and heart-stopping.
Jiao Zheng was not so silent, but he was also extremely restless.
Lingchu raised his eyes and looked at the battlefield that stretched for miles, covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and saw a bloody red scene in front of him.
She didn't know if she would have become so dead and numb if she had stayed in Luoyao City for three to five months, but she was very clear now, and she didn't want to experience such a state.
Taking a deep breath, Lingchu raised his right foot. The petite embroidered shoes on the snow-white soles embroidered with blue cloud patterns were clean. With one step, he stepped into the muddy ground outside the formation, which was made of blood and sea of consciousness. middle.
Leaving the formation, a smell mixed with earthy smell, rusty smell, and even a hint of heat hit the face, and there were broken limbs everywhere.
Lingchu couldn't help but closed his eyes and frowned tightly.
Then he immediately opened his eyes again, his eyebrows stretched, his clear eyes were stained with a deep color, his lips were slightly pursed, and he looked down at the human corpse closest to him.
This is a relatively complete corpse, but the head seems to have been smashed by a monster. The flesh, blood and bones are mushy, and a little bit of white brain is flowing on the auburn ground, like a blooming flower of hell. .
Lingchu's eyes fell on this corpse. It was a male cultivator, wearing the wave gown of the Sihai Sect.
Confirmed death.
From the storage bag he had just received from the city wall, he took out a small red flag and placed it next to the corpse. Lingchu glanced at the wooden sign hanging around the waist of the corpse, Zhou Shiyi, Sihai Sect.
This is an identity tag. All monks who go out to fight against the beast tide will hang such a wooden tag around their waists to facilitate the identification of corpses after death.
Holding a booklet in his hand, Lingchu solemnly wrote the words Zhou Shiyi on the black cover, followed by Sihai Sect.
The font is elegant and straight, and the strokes are drawn with great care.
Spiritual energy flowed through his fingertips, and a pure white chrysanthemum appeared in Lingchu's hand.
This is a flower condensed with spiritual power.
Lingchu gently placed the white chrysanthemum on the corpse's chest and tucked it into his front. Then he stood up without hesitation and continued to look at the other human monks lying motionless on the ground.
A wave of beasts, countless monks died.
Lingchu planted red flags one after another, wrote names one after another in the black book, and gave away white chrysanthemums one after another.
Not only the human monks, but also every monster he passed by, Lingchu would squat down and inspect it carefully.
But it's not for anything else, but to ensure that these monsters are dead.
If not, you need to make up for it.
When one hundred and one red flags were planted, ninety-five names were registered, and one hundred and one white chrysanthemums were presented, Lingchu's gradually dull face changed for the first time.
This was a human monk who was pinned down by a monster. His body was stained with blood, and the facial features on his face were covered with blood and wet hair. It was impossible to see what he looked like.
All he could recognize was that he was a male cultivator.
However, when Lingchu habitually slapped the monster that was pressing down on the male cultivator and pushed it away, he lay face to the ground with his fingers that were already stained red with blood, only half of his face that was covered with blood and hair was exposed. When he touched the male cultivator's neck, an extremely weak vitality circulated in the male cultivator's body.
In an instant, the look on Lingchu's face changed slightly.
Because during the beast tide, too many human beings died, and the entire battlefield was filled with thick evil and death aura.
Even though Lingchu is extremely keen on the energy of life and death, he can easily be misled.
Therefore, every time you encounter a corpse, you need to carefully identify it.
And this corpse... no, it should be said that this monk is the first living person that Lingchu has seen since he cleaned the battlefield!
