How do these guys look like zombies or dead people from head to toe? If he didn't look unusually ordinary, he would just be a living person.
Ningxia didn't see the difference between them. Some monks are even less lively than them.
Yes, that's right, most of the rebels in the west of the city are composed of monks, and most of them were disciples of the sect during their lifetime. Some of them ended up here for unknown reasons, and their identities could only be determined from their belongings. Some of them came in by mistake at exchange conferences, just like Ningxia's origins.
Thinking that so many of Heaven's proud men were trapped here and ended up like this, Ning Xia felt a little strange.
But the two people in front of them who claimed to be brothers were not actually brothers. It's just that they have a good relationship and it's just fun.
The one with the top five and three fat is a disciple of a small sect, named Fang Zhuo. The other sect has never heard of it. It's a bit long, and Ningxia couldn't remember it for a while. He is a very nice person and likes to be funny, which is the lead zombie who found Ningxia at the beginning.
He has always been very friendly to Ningxia. Although he is a zombie, his pupils are extremely clear and his every move is very frank. It is difficult for Ning Xiaoxia to be defensive against the other party.
The thin monk he called brother did have some background.
Tianji Pavilion is not very famous in the southeastern border area, but it is not small either. It is quite famous. Speaking of which, the Wuhua Sect had some friendship with them back then, but later due to some incidents involving the previous generation, they gradually became estranged and lost contact.
What their sect is most famous for is its ability to calculate fortunes. Taking one's destiny as one's own, cultivating one's mortal destiny, and transforming one's own body...in short, it is a rather magical sect.
These are the things that Ningxia rarely heard without getting distracted when listening to the history of the sect, so this is why they made an impression. Their sect and the Wuhua sect sound like they have some stories.
Just as he was thinking about it, the one who was having a drink looked over and met Ning Xia's eyes. She was caught off guard and ran into the other person's eyes.
Deep, very deep, as if something is hidden. But Ningxia felt a little cold for a while.
"Welcome." The other party nodded towards Ning Xia and said this with care, then lowered his head and looked at the small wine in the cup, as if sinking into his own thoughts.
"Come on, come on, don't worry about him. My brother is like this. In fact, he is very happy in his heart and doesn't like to talk. Let's chat and give you some wine to warm up."
Taking the wine handed over by the other party, Ning Xia didn't refuse it. She took a sip and then met the other party's strange eyes.
"Okay, big sister. You are straightforward and magnanimous enough. If I were not like this, you would definitely accept her as my adopted sister. I like a straightforward friend like you."
For some reason, Ningxia instantly understood what the other party meant. She is really not afraid of their tricks or anything like that. Since she has agreed to others and chooses to join, she must trust others.
Secondly, the wine was poured from the pot he was drinking from. He had just drank a glass of wine just before, so Ningxia naturally didn't think much about it.
So she was still playing tricks on her, it wasn't the straightforwardness the other party said at all, it was just a simple inertia of thinking coupled with risk-taking.
But this is enough. For Fang Zhuo, this girl is refreshing and sweet to him. He is happy to make friends with such people. Even if his life is counted down, it will not prevent him from being happy at this moment.
I'm afraid that in Fang Zhuo's heart, the chaos of war outside and the arrogant official army might not be able to compare to the happiness he felt at this moment.
He has always been a person who just does what he wants without thinking too much. When his good brother asked him for help, he immediately did it, even if it meant becoming a rebel. Everyone planned to kill Qin Ming, and he agreed because it was what everyone wanted in their hearts. Finally, everyone said they wanted to die, and he agreed because it was the natural thing to do.
Fang Zhuo has always been such a person, hot-tempered and lively, he does whatever he wants, regardless of gains and losses, and he is able to help those he recognizes. Such people will work hard to live a good life no matter what situation they find themselves in.
Just like this, he became a living dead, trapped in a corner here, but he could still radiate the heat of life and shine with the brilliance of human beings. Such people are truly fearless.
However, Ningxia is not that profound about these personal brilliance, and he doesn't know his past. He just thinks that the other person is very nice and very generous. At a certain moment, Ningxia even had the idea that "it would be really nice to be his sister."
What a terrible, sincere person.
It's a pity that he died young in this rotting corpse. If you give him time, he may be able to accomplish something in due course. Ningxia secretly evaluated in her heart.
"Crack!"
Gradually, everyone who got a little drunk turned their heads and looked at the place where the sound came from.
A certain zombie who had been quietly sipping his own drink put down his wine glass at some point, took out a piece of dark green stuff, and hit it on the table with a crisp sound.
That thing is neither gold nor stone. It feels very hard when listening to the sound. It is dark green in color, but it feels gray for some reason. There are also some irregular patterns on it, which seem to have some secrets.
The two zombies who were frightened were attracted by their attention and stopped fighting for wine. Fang Zhuo knew what this brother was going to do, while Ningxia was attracted by the other's rather mysterious movements.
What is he doing?
I saw the other party take out a small round silver object from his arms and stuff it into the hole of the thing. If you look carefully, there seems to be a hole of the same size at the other end, and the two ends are exactly opposite each other, forming a line.
——Replace immediately Replace immediately——
There was still no movement in the corner, "I know you are there, stop hiding!". There was silence for a long time, and the white hair ball slowly moved out, bit by bit.
"You followed us all the way. What is your purpose?" Reborn looked at the white hair ball suspiciously, and his eyes fell on the squinted eyes and Zhu Dan's lips strangely. Compared to the last alien, this one is obviously much gentler, and Reborn can feel that there is no malice in it.
The white haired ball was a little surprised. This human cub had such strong spiritual power, much stronger than Wakko-chan's, but it was just a little bit inconsistent, as if his body was faintly broken. He didn't answer Reborn's words, and looked over at Kazuko on the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Do you know Kazuko?" Reborn was keenly aware of the other person's gaze and asked uncertainly. "She is fine. She has exerted too much physical energy and is sleeping now."
"Did something happen to her in the mountains? I smell a terrible smell on her body." After borrowing paper to Bingsheng, he stayed on the outside of Bingsheng Mountain and did not dare to go deep. It is said that deep in the mountain lives the Assassin, a being who is not very friendly even among youkai.
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