Nannan felt as if she had fallen into a nightmare from which she could not wake up.
In a dream.
She saw people killing each other like crazy, and she saw monks tearing apart their disguises and transforming into monsters.
I saw people running away and dying one after another. And soon, the blood mixed with the mud, and the dead climbed up from the mud and bit the living.
She just followed her grandfather's footsteps numbly, but gradually, there were fewer and fewer people walking together, and there were more and more monsters.
Until they could run no longer, until only she and her grandfather were left in the entire team.
She watched the monsters surrounding her on all sides, watched her grandfather hunched over and waved his crutch in front of him, watched the crutch smash a monster to stagger, watched more monsters swarm up...
"Nanny..."
Grandpa called out, and then was drowned by the monsters.
then.
Amid the sounds of biting and swallowing, a voice burst out:
"run!"
This sound was not loud, more like a weak cry before death, but it was like a needle piercing the confusion and chaos in the heart, and the whole world woke up.
Nannan felt it.
Rain is cold, blood is hot, and tears are salty.
The muddy water smells of earth, and the monsters exude a foul odor.
And the dream... is real!
run!
At this moment, all the sorrow and fear in her heart turned into a cry.
Run!
However, how far can an eight or nine-year-old girl run in the rainy mountain forest? Not to mention she was already exhausted. Of course, she tripped over a vine and threw herself into a bush.
The thorns scratched her cheek, the rocks scraped her knees, and the mud stained her clothes.
But she could only watch helplessly as the monsters gathered around them little by little, looking at the greedy, weird, and ferocious faces. A few hours ago, they were familiar neighbors and strangers. But now he wants to eat her alive.
But again, she is just an eight or nine-year-old girl, what can she do?
He just opened his mouth, and after a long time he said hoarsely:
"save……"
At this time, the living corpses in front trembled, opened their big mouths with broken clothes, and suddenly pounced on them.
"Qiang."
A critical moment.
A ray of cold light pierced from behind Nannan.
Subsequently.
Hook, prick, point, wipe, pick.
The clear and formidable sword light exploded, firmly protecting the little girl in the center.
"……I."
It was only then that Nannan's cry for help came out.
And a warm, rough hand pulled her up from the mud.
Then, a torn Taoist robe stood in front of her.
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Li Changan gently covered his daughter behind him and silently looked at the living corpse opposite him.
According to the speculations of Long Tu and others, the reason why they were unable to mobilize their magic power and turned into monsters after death was because of the bowl of "Buddha porridge". Although the inexplicable bell woke everyone up from their hallucinations, the porridge still remained in people's bodies, always ready to pull people into the unpredictable abyss.
Although Li Changan did not eat the porridge himself, all the thousands of people on the mountain were affected by the trick. According to the inferences of Long Tu and others, most of the thousands of people have probably turned into living corpses by now.
Not to mention other things, there were more than a hundred living corpses in front of him, and no fewer than ten of them had mutated.
No wonder they didn't have the guts to follow the Taoist priest back up the mountain. Even Li Changan himself, with his magic power exhausted and injured all over his body, had to protect the little girl behind him. He couldn't defeat the crowd with a single sword.
Fortunately, although he is the only human being, there are many ghosts.
Just as the Taoist priest protected the little girl, and before the zombies could surround her, they heard a roar like thunder.
An exceptionally majestic and familiar figure passed Li Changan, like a roaring and fighting bear, and crashed into a pile of living corpses.
Immediately afterwards.
Countless ghost soldiers swarmed forward.
It was Yan Xinglie and his tribe!
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In the bamboo forest, although Yang Zhiji's words were shameless, they also gave Li Changan a wake-up call.
There are many living corpses on the mountain, but why does Li Changan have no help?
The book Yan Xinglie handed him was still in his arms.
The reason why he hadn't thought of this before was that, firstly, the Taoist priest didn't have the idea of motivating others with favors. At most, he would invite the bearded man to the human world as a drinking companion one day when he was quiet and bored. Secondly, he also had that ability...
To be honest, Li Changan was just a wild Taoist who had become a monk on his way to becoming a monk. Even the ultimatum on his body and the Taoist title "Xuanxiao" belonged to his deceased uncle. The few spells I learned from the cheap master are not as effective as the sword I have. Taking the booklet, he invited a few Yin soldiers to come up by name and reluctantly made do. But if he wanted to recruit "thousands of troops and horses", he had no choice but to sit on the throne.
Fortunately, with the professionals from Longhu Mountain, he doesn't need to worry about this.
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As he watched, the bearded man rushed into the pile of living corpses, as if there was no one there.
Naturally, Taoist Li was not willing to be left alone. He held his sword and went to help.
But when he took a step forward, he was slapped on the forehead.
Oversight!
I almost forgot, there is a little girl beside me.
When he looked back, he only saw this little girl who had met once in the village at the foot of the mountain. She was holding his sleeve tightly. Maybe because she was afraid of strangers, she only held a corner as big as a fingernail, but she used so much force that her fingers Green and white.
She lowered her head and didn't make a sound, only trembling slightly in the sparse cold rain. On his face stained with mud and blood, two traces of tears flowed silently.
Li Changan couldn't help but be silent, and the enthusiasm he felt for slaying demons and saving people suddenly turned into a short sigh.
But at this moment, where is the time to feel sympathy and compassion?
The Taoist priest quickly calmed down and thought about asking one or two Yin soldiers to escort her down the mountain, but when he sniffed, he grinned, raised his hand and blew a loud trumpet.
Immediately, not far away.
"Hmm."
Suddenly, he saw a big, shiny donkey emerging from the tree cage. He spread his hooves and ran towards the donkey.
By chance, on the way, he was blocking an unlucky living corpse. The big green donkey poked his head into the air and jumped into the air. Then a rabbit kicked off an eagle and flew to the bottom of the slope, hanging on a tree branch, with its whole chest deep inside. Deep depression.
Although this living corpse is tireless and unafraid of pain, its strength is much greater than when it was alive. If there is any mutation, it will be even more difficult to deal with. But after all, it is only a body of flesh and blood. If the hand is broken, you can't hold it. If the leg is broken, you can't walk. If the head is lost, you will die.
Just like the person in front of me, his chest was sunken, his ribs were shattered, his internal organs were displaced, and there was thick blood coming out of his mouth like toothpaste. He was about to die.
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The donkey ran up to him, but the Taoist priest grabbed his top hair and rubbed it.
When going up the mountain, the Taoist priest planned to fish in troubled waters with his hairstyle, so he let the donkey wander outside the temple by himself. With such a big change happening, he was worried that the big green donkey would not be eaten alive by a living corpse, but he didn't think so. Well……
The Taoist priest touched the donkey's bell and dug out a piece of mud. He knew that the donkey had been enlightened by moon wine, but he didn't expect it to be so smart.
"It seems that I can no longer call you 'stupid donkey', but I have to call you 'smart donkey'."
After telling the joke, Li Changan picked up the little girl and put it on the donkey's back. He grabbed the donkey's ears and told him to send the person to the settlement point at the foot of the mountain to wait for him.
Then he said to the little girl: "Nanny, this mountain is dangerous, you should go down the mountain with this donkey 'Smart' first."
The little girl said nothing, only tightened the Taoist priest's sleeves a little more, and looked at him with tearful eyes.
Li Changan's heart softened, but he still said softly:
"Nanny, uncle is going to save people, save more people..."
Nannan finally let go of her hand.
"Hold tight." The Taoist priest ordered.
The little girl hummed softly, wrapped her arms around the donkey's neck, and buried her little face in the mane.
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Watching the man and the donkey go down the mountain, Li Changan withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked to Lao Jiazheng's body.
At this moment, this conscientious old man was lying on his back in the mud, his bloody and mutilated body twitching slightly, and red hairs sprouting on his face.
Li Changan raised the tip of the sword, put it against his throat, and then pressed hard.
The edge of the sword cuts off the neck bones, and the deceased is left in peace.
The Taoist priest closed his eyes and then raised his eyes to look into the dim night.
The sky is gone and the rain has stopped early.
The cold moon casts a faint light through the gaps in the clouds, and the Thousand Buddha Temple formed by the winding mountain is silent and silent in the shadow of the trees. The splendor in the day is completely ghostly and creepy at night.
"Three Body Buddha."
Li Changan knocked on his sword and muttered to himself.
