Uncovering this horrifying truth, the entire Legion of the Living Dead is in trouble.
After hearing their origins, they could barely calm down. No matter what, at least the memory of death that once existed in their past memories is no longer testable. They may never be able to get it back, and it won't help no matter how much they care. After learning about the conspiracy behind the scenes, I felt frightened at best and sad that I had been involuntarily involved in the conspiracy for so many years.
But now you tell them that the shrimp soldiers and crab generals they fought before are not the real masters. Even Qin Ming, who seems to be awesome and coaxing, is just a puppet. Their real opponent is a dragon. Dragons have disappeared from the mainland in ancient times and only exist in myths and legends.
They were about to face a dragon.
We promised to win, but now we are going to die anyway. We agreed to form a Qin-Ming resistance army, but the boss behind the scenes turned out to be a dragon?
dragon? Yes, you heard it right, it’s a dragon.
Fang Zhuo heard this from Zheng Jie, and Zheng Jie didn't know where he heard the secret information. It's not a secret now because everyone already knows. Incredibly, no one ran away after hearing this.
Everyone pretended to be strong and sat there, as if they were not afraid of life or death. Well, to be honest, they were already dead a long time ago. Although they also know that they will die one day, death is a heavy topic after all, and they will still subconsciously produce a certain degree of negativity and avoidance.
Ningxia could hear a zombie guy diagonally behind him muttering unconsciously: "I hope that dragon can be more gentle when it bites me." Hmm... This is not very realistic. After all, a dragon that has been dormant for many years has so many lives as its basis. It is impossible for a dragon to have a good heart.
What kind of geomantic treasure is this Fengming City? In a very ordinary exchange conference held every five years, first the afterimage of a phoenix in flames appeared, and then this time it went even further, a real dragon came directly. Do you want her to die, to die, or to die?
Thinking that in just one month after arriving in Fengming City, he had experienced picking up, appearing, poisoning, and being trapped... there was nothing routine. Ningxia couldn't help but lament her too rough fate. Do you dare to be more normal?
Unfortunately, I am now trapped in this urn, and I cannot escape. If I want to escape, I have to cross a mountain called "Shenlong". God, it would be easier to just let her die!
In the days that followed, perhaps to verify the authenticity of the information given by Zheng Jie, there were fewer and fewer zombies wandering on the streets. ,
The wave of zombies that lost control had probably been wiped out by Qin Ming's army a long time ago. Not a single one was left, not even the corpses. The large numbers of officers and soldiers patrolling and mopping up the city that we had seen before were disappearing at the speed of the naked eye, and those who still insisted on the front line also looked like they had completely lost their energy and spirit, as if they had been sucked dry.
Yes, I matched up with the information one by one.
It seems that Qin Ming really plans to attack his own people first. Those missing living dead were probably captured by Qin Ming and fed to his master, right?
Really, Ningxia couldn't understand the thoughts of City Lord Qin. If, as the intelligence said, there was a dragon as his master, then what was the use of helping his master to eliminate all the living dead?
This dragon has carefully planned to hide here for many years and kill so many lives. It can't be for fun, right? There must be something wrong with him that made him willing to live like a gutter rat for so many years.
And it is reported that the other party has always maintained a normal rhythm of gradual progress in the past, but this time it suddenly became impatient and started killing. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. No matter what the other party is planning, it must be enough to be so confident.
When the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden. The cunning rabbit dies and the lackey is cooked.
Now the question is, when this dragon completes what he has planned for many years, how will he treat the heroes who have been working for him for a long time.
All right. Although fighting in the court is far from this, Ning Xia, who did not come, felt that the dragon was very likely to do this.
"Despicable human beings... nobility... how dare..." For some reason, some intermittent words popped up in Ning Xia's mind, with a contemptuous and condescending tone. What's even weirder is that the languages are neither Chinese nor English, nor any language she has known before. They are simple and mellow, with an ancient atmosphere, but she actually understands them.
Moreover, she vaguely felt as if she had heard these words and tones somewhere. They existed deep in her memory, shrouded in layers of gauze, and she could never remember them. They were looming.
Ning Xia shook her head and sorted out her chaotic thoughts.
What is she thinking about? ! I actually made up a play in my mind. How could the Dragon Clan say such lines that are full of the sense of being a middle-class emperor? She had never heard of it. She had never seen a dragon scale since she was a child.
Sighing, Ning Xia walked with heavy steps to the guest room, intending to adjust her personal protective gear and weapons.
If the intelligence is correct, it only took three or two days for the fire over there to reach here. She had to check the weapon in advance, lest she find out in the middle of the fight that there was no ammunition in the wooden warehouse and lose her life?
Ning Xiaoxia, who was concentrating on walking, didn't notice that the Fire Formation Stone lying in the different space suddenly flashed a bright red light in the darkness, flickering, seeming to be echoing something, very spiritual.
City Lord's Mansion
There was a ticking sound in the dark secret room, as if something could not stop flowing, which was particularly eerie in the darkness and silence of the dark room.
A solemn "hehe" sound sounded from the room, accompanied by a vibrato, as if squeezed out of the throat, dark and hoarse. A beast is moaning resentfully, complaining about the unfairness of fate, and deeply resenting a certain existence.
The howls of wild beasts could be heard endlessly, and gradually the deep resentment turned into endless sadness and despair.
It was the same darkroom as last time, with the towering stone platform covered with alluring Hibiscus flowers. At this moment, the flowers are blooming, and the petals are spreading out wantonly, and they are so beautiful that they are swaying.
On the high platform, there was a person sitting, wearing mysterious clothes that seemed to blend into the darkness. He seemed to be hugging something, and he looked like a human being.
It's just that this person seems to be too thin. No, saying thin is not accurate. Because the "person" he held in his arms was too thin, and was crushed under his embrace, as if he really only had one layer of skin.
With his head lowered, the man buried in that layer of "skin" raised his head, revealing his withered face and sinister eyes.
If you look closely, the "skin" he is holding in his arms is not a person, but a suit of empty clothes.
The clothes seemed to have just been completely stripped off the person's body. The belts and ribbons were all tied tightly, but they were deflated because they were not supported by the human body.
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