Um? What are you asking and answering, and you are still dumbfounded?
Fang Zhuo and He Ming looked at each other. It's impossible for Qin Ming to send such a stupid envoy, right? !
But the other party was wearing the armor of the City Lord's Mansion, so he must have come from Qin Ming's side.
"Azhuo, are there any of us at the City Lord's Mansion?" He Ming seemed to remember something and asked.
"Yes, there is, but I don't know why we haven't contacted you for a long time. Since the situation changed last month, the other party has never made an appointment with our people. We originally wanted to contact you, but we felt that we sent our soldiers without knowing the situation. It's too risky to go to the meeting, so I'll let it go." Fang Zhuo said helplessly.
He didn't dare to send spies to hit the nail. It wasn't because he forgot something, but there was a reason. It was the result of his careful consideration. Too many things have happened these days, and too many living dead have died, whether from their side or the enemy's. In the final analysis, they are all killing each other, and they know this clearly in their hearts.
Because no matter what, they couldn't reach the end point and hurt Qin Ming, the culprit. All they could touch were the enemy's living dead who were once their companions. They are all their own people who are killing each other, and Fang Zhuo and the others have no choice. Their different stances are doomed to their fate.
The people here are all the living dead, souls that should have died long ago. Although they don’t know what kind of power they have used to stay here in this form, everyone actually knows that they are already dead. They also have a premonition in their hearts that one day, they will truly disappear, and they will not even be in this state now.
The long-term confusion divided the living dead into several groups with different mentality. Fang Zhuo and other zombies are a type of zombie with a clear mind and a firm will, intent on finding the path they should take, even if this path leads to death. The other kind represented by Qin Ming is still unwilling to accept his fate of death, and is paranoid about getting into blind corners and paralyzing himself.
Another part is simply not knowing what you should do. He was confused, muddle along, and did things based on his mood. Because everything is meaningless in their eyes. They are all dead anyway. Even if they win, they cannot change their nature of being neither human nor ghosts. If they lose, they will just die again.
Therefore, to a certain extent, it makes no sense to them to join Qin Ming or join the rebels. As long as they want to, they may rebel at any time. There is no loyalty at all. This is also the reason why Fang Zhuo divides his attack into small groups, so as to reduce the risk. Even if something goes wrong, it will only be a matter of a small group, not the destruction of the entire team.
The spies from the City Lord's Mansion had inexplicably not contacted them for a while, which in itself showed a certain problem. Or, he was already dead, which would explain why he didn't come back to meet her again. Either he rebelled, he rebelled overnight, decided not to work for the rebels anymore, or he directly told Qin Ming about it.
This is not surprising, after all, when there is no profit, no one can blame anyone for not being able to last.
However, now this strange visitor has brought this silent undercover to the surface again.
After discussing to no avail, the group decided to "invite" the other party in to see what he had to say.
The visitor came in very quickly and must have been waiting for a long time. At this time, everyone remembered that they seemed to have left others alone for long enough. If they were friendly forces, they would not chill others.
And the other party obviously looked like he was dusty. Because as soon as the door was opened and the other person stepped into the threshold, Ningxia could smell the smell of morning dew mixed with earth. The edges of the worn boots were stained with wet earth, making them look very fresh.
From Ningxia's point of view, the visitor was a very young young man. Even the common characteristics of zombies did not detract from his temperament. He was majestic and well-dressed, and his clothes and accessories were also very elegant, probably those of a young master.
It's a pity that such a good and good boy died so early. If he hadn't suffered this disaster, he would have stayed with his family and teachers and lived a comfortable life.
These days, Ningxia has encountered too many living dead people in the main city. Most of them are young and vigorous people, the proud sons of small and medium-sized sects, charming and charming women, gentle talents with no memory but extraordinary conversation, etc. They are all ordinary but energetic men in their prime. Such a person, a guy who could live a good life no matter what outside, actually ended his life in a place where he never saw the light of day.
It's really sad. At the same time, it also warned Ningxia that if she didn't work hard to gain a chance of survival, maybe this would be the ending waiting for her. No, it will be even worse. Thinking of this, the girl shuddered and suddenly felt a little cold.
No one was paying attention to how Ningxia was struggling with this. Almost all the living dead focused their attention on the new "companion" that appeared in the room.
Under so many eyes, the other party seemed very timid. Um, okay, it's true, this little guy seems to be a little too shy. The world of cultivation is a hodgepodge, and even a newbie like Ningxia, who has been in the industry for only a year, will not act so jerky. What kind of rare breed is this?
Fang Zhuo, who judged at a glance that the opponent had no fighting ability, did not take off his mask. Instead, he rarely spoke with a sullen face. He only looked at the visitor below, not knowing what he was thinking. The other zombie brothers all looked like whispering to each other, as if they were judging something.
Okay, Ningxia, who is sitting very close, hear it clearly. All inspections and interrogations were fake, just like the two big sisters next door were actually discussing Xiao Xianrou's beauty and speculating on his origins. The middle-aged uncle in the back is lamenting that if he had a son, he would be this old.
As for the two corpses of Fang Zhuo sitting firmly above them, it was a typical psychological warfare and a good calculation. Ningxia guessed that He Ming should have taught him this. This kind of pressure should not scare the little rookie below half to death, so it would be easier to ask questions.
"Little brother is a bit unfamiliar. If I remember correctly, I have never seen him before." Fang Zhuo saw that the situation was almost complete, looked at the guy below carefully, narrowed his eyes and asked. His memory was correct and he had indeed never seen this little guy before.
Ordinarily, such a simple guy is rarely seen in the world of cultivation, let alone among the living dead. When you have something to do with him, you should also meet him to the extent that there is an intersection, so that he is even less likely to not recognize the other person.
Especially when he came here, he was so sensitive, and he was wearing a very eye-catching armor from the enemy camp. What was his intention when he came here?
A premonition told them that this matter was not simple.
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