"Ho ho ho!"
The zombies roared and rushed into the group of robbers, killing each other. It jumped very fast, one heart hole left and one heart hole right, turning this small temple into a slaughterhouse.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
When Lao Ma saw this Shura scene, his hooves softened and he collapsed to the ground. He only dared to scream in his heart, bury his head in the dry firewood, and act like an ostrich like I can't see you, and you can't see me.
Chen Sheng, on the other hand, looked calm. He put his hand on the handle of the staff, arched his body slightly, tensed his muscles, and listened slightly.
"Brother, this zombie has become a thing, and I can't subdue it. I need to go back and notify the elders in the door to deal with it. Let's run away while these people attract hatred!"
Zhou Tong shouted anxiously, holding a peach wood sword and running towards Chen Sheng in the corner.
Three steps, two steps, one step.
Clang!
The cane sword is unsheathed and re-sheathed.
A well-placed wound appeared on Zhou Tong's throat.
"Ho ho..."
He covered the wound with blood still flowing out from between his fingers. He wanted to say something, but in the end he fell to the cold ground.
Zhou Tong raised his head desperately and stared at Chen Sheng. His eyes were bigger than the old horse and his mouth opened and closed.
It seems to be asking why, how did you realize something was wrong.
If he doesn't explain why, he will die with his eyes open!
"I've been to Hejiagou. The family situation there is very average. Even the richest family can't afford to hire a corpse remover."
Chen Sheng said calmly.
Six months ago, there was a funeral in Hejiagou, and he and the old man were invited to play the erhu, earning half a fortune and a meal.
Yuan, it turns out that’s the case.
Zhou Tong closed his eyes unwillingly.
He is a Ye Maoshan, and has not been recognized by the Qing Dynasty in Maoshan. He only learned a little about the folk art of fur corpse refining, so he used the banner of Maoshan.
The zombie was indeed from Hejiagou when he was alive, but he was not a wealthy businessman, but a martial arts apprentice.
A warrior with strong Qi and blood and a strong body is most suitable for refining corpses.
The purpose of his trip was to go to Hejiagou and let the zombies evolve by sucking the blood of their loved ones.
But he didn't expect that while sheltering from the wind and snow in this small temple, he would encounter a good corpse refining material.
Chen Sheng's seemingly thin body has extremely rich energy and blood, which is comparable to that of a top-grade warrior.
Zhou Tong was happy to see Lie Xin, but he was afraid that Chen Sheng was really a warrior, so he got close to him and wanted to win it without bloodshed through secret calculations.
The donkey meat was made with sesame and boiling water sauce. Even if a beautiful tiger ate it, let alone a new warrior, it would have to fall asleep.
But he didn't expect that an old mule would cause trouble, allowing Chen Sheng to avoid the plot by accident.
Then the group of bandits came in and told them that they killed all the people in Hejiagou.
Zhou Tong was very angry because the corpse refining was ruined. In addition, the bandits repeatedly provoked and teased him. He simply went with the flow and made up a story. He used the talisman to control the zombies and gave it the order to kill all the bandits.
He himself pretended to be defeated by the zombies and wanted to escape with Chen Sheng.
At that time, you can control the zombies and attack them from behind when they are not prepared!
But in this seemingly perfect plan, Chen Sheng discovered the flaw and understood it.
"What a bad luck. Why are the people I met today worse than the last?"
Chen Sheng curled his lips
Zhou Tong's flaws were not limited to Hejiagou.
Chen Sheng has been traveling with the old man selling and singing for nearly ten years, and has met all kinds of people.
The other party's disguise is really bad.
Enter the small temple first and ask for permission.
He also borrowed donkey meat and leaned near the fire.
The corpse smell on his body was stronger than that of the zombies.
Just taking a deep breath, Chen Sheng already suspected that the other party was not a serious Maoshan Taoist priest, but might have practiced some evil magic, such as corpse refining.
When Zhou Tong began to use the Hejiagou incident to make up stories, and then the zombies started killing.
Chen Sheng concluded that there must be something wrong with him, and if he dared to get close, he would take the opportunity to attack and kill him!
He was not sure about killing zombies, but it was still very possible to kill Zhou Tong.
Because if Zhou Tong himself was very strong, there would be no need to tolerate the robbers and make up stories to numb people.
This further shows that his skills are probably all in refining corpses.
Chen Sheng, on the other hand, proved his guess with practical actions.
The snow stopped and it was almost dawn.
The zombies also killed all the bandits.
Without Zhou Tong's next instruction, it still stood upright on the spot with the talisman remaining in its mouth.
Chen Sheng smelled the stench of the corpse, cautiously approached the zombie, poked it with his staff knife, and found no response, so he kicked it down.
Then he picked up the large knife stained with blood on the ground, measured it, and slashed hard at the zombie's neck with all his strength.
Poof!
The knife penetrated three-thirds of the way into Chen Sheng's neck, and Chen Sheng's mouth was shocked to the point of numbness.
Good guy, so hard!
No wonder killing those bandits was like killing a chicken.
It's fast, has high defense, can't feel pain, and is simply a killing machine.
Chen Sheng rubbed his hands, swung them round and struck three times with the knife, striking the same position, and then cut off the zombie's head.
Then he chopped off the heads of all the dead people present, piled them together, and burned them all in a fire.
Then they dragged the headless corpses one by one to the door to let the sunlight shine on them.
This was Chen Sheng's best. There was not enough firewood, the snow had just stopped, and there were no dry branches anywhere.
If the heads are cut off and burned, and the headless corpse can be transformed into a corpse when exposed to the sun, then the people around here will be blessed.
"Killing people and setting fires with gold belts, building bridges and paving roads without corpses, this ancient proverb really has some truth to it."
Chen Sheng weighed a large bag of broken silver in his hand.
This is what he got from touching corpses, so he can't work in vain.
Anyway, these are some ill-gotten gains, so you can take them with peace of mind.
The robbers contributed fifty-three taels, and Zhou Tong contributed four and a half taels, as well as a booklet.
Chen Sheng estimated that the booklet was about the method of refining corpses. Anyway, he couldn't see it and didn't bother to understand it, so he threw it into the fire and burned it to Zhou Tong.
"Old Ma, let's go and continue on our way. We still have business to do."
Chen Sheng patted Lao Ma's butt.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
The old horse started to trot, it had long wanted to leave this place of right and wrong.
When Chen Sheng chopped off the zombie's head, he frightened it so much that it was afraid that the zombie would move.
At noon, Chen Sheng finally arrived at his destination.
Fortunately, the distance was not too far, otherwise it would have been difficult for him to go the right way as he was blind.
Qingquan Town, as its name suggests, got its name because there is a clear spring in the town.
Water is the source of life.
In this world ruled by a feudal dynasty and with underdeveloped science and technology, if there is an easily accessible source of drinking water, people will be attracted to settle in the area.
Because of a mouthful of living water, Qingquan Town is considered the most prosperous town within a hundred miles.
Therefore, the surrounding refugees will gather here in order to make a living.
The original owner of Chen Sheng's body was also one of the refugees.
