A group of people surrounded Zhang Feixuan and the three of them in panic. The rotten faces and the smell of the dead were so close to their eyes and noses that their expressions changed.
Gao Sishu moved his steps and used the wall behind him to reflect Lao Gao's body. He was about to jump out of the crowd, but as soon as his body reached high altitude, he suddenly stopped and landed at a faster speed.
The two looked at each other in confusion.
"It's all people."
Gao Sishu's voice was very steady, with a hint of despair that said 'you are already dead'.
Wang Qizheng looked forward and his pupils shrank.
He was tall, and he could see that since these people gathered around, the streets that should have been empty at the back were filled with dense crowds of people, leaving no room for them to escape.
"Save us"
These rotting dead people are getting closer and closer, further squeezing their living space, and there is almost no room to occupy them.
Although they didn't know what these rotting dead people wanted to do, they knew that if they were approached by these people, they would not be able to get anything done.
"Third brother! Take us out!" Zhang Feixuan shouted hurriedly.
Wang Qizheng sprouted thin wings directly from his back, grabbed Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu with both hands, squatted with his legs and feet, and used the strength to jump straight into the sky. He flapped his thin wings and flew to the top.
No matter how many there are, as long as they fly up, everything will be fine.
When those rotten people saw someone flying up, they subconsciously stretched out their hands to grab it.
Gao Sishu curled up into a ball, barely able to avoid the hands of these people.
Zhang Feixuan, on the other hand, was grabbed by a rotten hand on his ankle before he had time to dodge.
As that hand grabbed him, people from all directions, like mirror images, reached out and grabbed him.
Those hands were riddled with holes and rotten beyond sight, and strange maggots grew out of the fingers and clung to Zhang Feixuan's trouser legs.
This made him feel sick.
No matter how embarrassed he is, he always looks like a rich man and keeps himself clean. He hates this kind of thing the most!
"Let me go!"
Zhang Fei
But just when he was about to make a move, his eyes happened to meet those of these rotting corpses, and he was stunned for no reason.
It stands to reason that he has seen this kind of dead people a lot. Even if these dead people are crushed together, it will make his scalp numb at most, but it will not cause fluctuations in his heart, even if these dead people are alive.
This kind of thing can at best be regarded as a zombie that has just emerged from the dead. It may not even be considered a zombie, but there are just a lot of them.
Even if these people are connected to the real mortals in the General City, so what, they are just mere mortals, and it doesn't matter if they kill a few rotten corpses for their own safety.
The bell is not here, and the senior brother is not here either.
Killing these rotting corpses would at most result in the death of a few mortals, and he would be able to escape.
But
Zhang Feixuan just couldn't do it.
Those eyes were also rotten, and some of them were even missing, but the look in them was very familiar to him.
That year there was a sudden flood and everyone in the city died. As a survivor, he also had this look on the sect who came over.
Praying, hoping, and longing.
Zhang Fei You can’t do anything fake.
They are also praying for salvation.
Just like myself back then.
"I don't even have time to sweep the snow in front of the door!" Zhang Fei
Immortals are made by mortals.
In my mind, my senior brother's words rang inexplicably.
Who was not a mortal back then?
He was also a mortal back then. If someone had really rescued him like his senior brother, instead of throwing him into the water like a scapegoat, perhaps his fate would have been different.
"What are you doing, ouch!" Wang Qizheng screamed.
Zhang Feixuan let go of his hand at this time, and hit him hard, dragging him to fly a little higher, but he fell to the ground.
He opened his folding fan and fanned himself in an unusually graceful manner, "You guys are just fools, I really don't believe in evil today!"
"Second brother, why are you crazy!"
Wang Qizheng roared in confusion and wanted to go down and catch Zhang Feixuan, but there was no time. The endless corpses stretched out their hands at this moment, waiting for him to land.
"Okay! I don't care about you anymore! Wish yourself the best of luck!" Wang Qizheng gritted his teeth, fluttered his wings and flew away from this place.
"I still need you to take care of me? I am the second senior brother."
Zhang Feixuan shook his head and wanted to fan himself again, but the hands of the corpses had already touched him.
"Save us, Great Immortal!"
"We don't want to die!"
"There are monsters, there are monsters, Great Immortal!"
Zhang Feixuan, who was drowned by the rotting corpses, could only hear these people repeating these words. As more hands were on him, his consciousness became more and more scattered.
The clothes on his body also began to rot gradually, becoming like these carrion corpses.
He is not as invulnerable to all attacks as his senior brother, nor does he have a great fire, nor is he a magic weapon refined with his senior brother's power like a bell. He should not have come down in the first place.
Zhang Feixuan felt regretful for no reason.
Why did you suddenly change your mind?
It’s so bewitching!
It's okay now. Surrounded by these rotting corpses, he is really going to be doomed.
There's nothing wrong with trying to be a hero. I'm not a senior brother. Do I deserve it?
Own
"do not be afraid!"
Among the group of rotting corpses, Zhang Feixuan suddenly shouted, "I am Zhang Feixuan, the second disciple of the Jinxian Sect. Our Jinxian Sect is the best at saving people. I will not abandon you. Come on! If you are in any danger, I will come." Let’s solve it for you!”
Following the sound, a ball of blood exploded, causing the corpses to move back, leaving a little gap for Zhang Feixuan.
Regardless of the tatters on his body, he fanned the folding fan, holding one hand behind his back and keeping his body straight.
"I'll take care of whatever the gods don't care about!"
"God doesn't care, I'll take care of it!"
"I can't control it, but I still have a senior brother who can definitely control it!"
"Look at me, I look so handsome, and you know that I don't lie to others! If I did, I would have left long ago!"
Zhang Feixuan didn't know where the courage came from, so he shouted: "Calm down, everyone, speak slowly, I will save you!"
Whether he is qualified or not, whether he can be saved or not, is no longer within the scope of Zhang Feixuan's thinking.
At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, he only had the words and deeds of his senior brother in his mind.
as well as
The scenes of those sect disciples he encountered when he was a mortal.
Back then, they didn't save him.
Now
I can save it!
Who said you should practice Qi and cultivate yourself, you must be like those people!
Can't Zhang Feixuan be the same as his senior brother? !
(End of chapter)
