Zhang Huaiyi held up his mobile phone in his hand and broadcast the whole scene to the audience. The bloody appearance of the Taoist believers, the pain of losing their voices, and the bloody spine sword in their hands were all seen by the people of the country.
The people were speechless for a moment, and Zhang Huaiyi was also stunned.
After a long time, Zhang Huaiyi finally understood:
"Is that why?"
"I have thought about it before, why they never take action against people after being replaced, but just persuade them. I thought they were just trying to deceive people, so they didn't kill people, but it turns out that it is because... they originally did it for others. For your own sake.”
"They always think that they are human beings, and persuading people to practice immortality is a good deed. However, they never thought that good intentions lead to bad things, and good deeds harm people."
"They were never ghosts, they were just puppets. The real ghost is the invisible Taoist immortal who fools people into his hands."
"sad."
"But it is precisely because of this that we have to fight and resist."
"Comrades, my live broadcast is over."
"It's time for us to rescue them."
Rescue the people who are being hunted by the Taoist Immortal, and liberate the puppets who are fooled by the Taoist Immortal.
Zhang Huaiyi turned off the live broadcast, then rummaged in Qiao Yuan's room and found a long knife.
This is Qiao Yuan's last relic. With Qiao Yuan's relic, Zhang Huaiyi will go further.
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"Escape, escape!!"
"All people, please run behind us and take temporary shelter in the underground passage. Don't panic, pay attention to order, and don't cause a stampede..."
"All people, please run behind us..."
As people were fleeing in the same way, the sound of the trumpet attracted the attention of the scattered crowd. A group of rebels wearing sophisticated equipment appeared in the crowd. This was an armored company, riding tanks, carrying firearms and explosion-proof shields. As he rushed to the battlefield in an orderly manner, the commander stood on the tank, looking solemnly at the fleeing people and the corpses on the ground.
When the war started, they were the armored company with the fastest response. Thanks to their superior training, they were also among the best troops in the city and were able to get out of the team so quickly.
At this moment, their appearance became the direction of escape. The massacred people finally found their place and hid in the underground passages one after another.
The commander evacuated the crowd, and as the last few people fled, only a few Taoist monks holding spine swords were left in front of them, chasing people in a daze, saying:
"I'm real, I'm real..."
The strange scene in front of him made the commander feel numb. If he really thought he was a human being, was he a human being or a ghost?
Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about this somewhat philosophical idea. He still had confidence in the Taoist Immortal in front of him.
Of course, he was not blindly confident, but this was different from ordinary training.
This is a confrontation between practitioners and soldiers.
There is no need for negotiation. This is a life-and-death war. Killing them will also help them escape, so taking the lead means victory. Without hesitation, the commander ordered:
"shooting!!"
The soldiers with extremely high combat readiness opened fire instantly, and the monks felt the danger, and all flying swords crawled towards the soldiers! He shouted:
"I am a human being, I am a human being!! Why do you want to kill me!"
The bullets and the flying swords crossed each other. The bullets hit the flying swords. After shaking slightly, the flying swords were still flying towards the soldiers!
And there were also a large number of bullets flying towards the monks, so densely packed that there was no way to avoid them!
"defense!"
At the last moment when the flying swords arrived, the soldiers in the front row raised their shields in unison, and the flying swords all pierced into the explosion-proof shields, piercing directly. Many of the sword arrows were only a hair's breadth away from the soldiers!
The soldiers in the front row were breathing heavily, feeling as if they were surviving a disaster.
On the other side, the bullet hit the practitioner's body, directly! !
"Bang bang bang!"
The sniper bullets fired from the high-rise building were supplemented and hit a monk on the head. Suddenly, a watermelon exploded like a hit.
"Crack."
Compared to the superb attacks, their bodies seemed to be as fragile as ordinary people. They were easily broken and fell to the ground, like rags, lifeless.
The smell of blood spreads in the space, and no one dares to relax, but the monk in front of them has made no movement, which makes people can't help but think:
"Did you kill him?"
Seeing that the monk in front of him seemed to be motionless, the commander waved his hand after careful consideration and announced:
"Advance with shield!"
He wanted to get closer and see what it was like.
"Tap tap tap."
The soldiers' eyes were solemn as they gradually approached.
"Buzz buzz."
Suddenly, the sword that fell on the ground began to fly.
"Stop!"——
The monk's sword buzzed, and fear suddenly appeared in the monk's godless eyes. Immediately afterwards, their bodies began to regenerate, but they did not grow into their original appearance... The smashed hands grew into claws. Tumors grew out of the broken head, the broken thighs twisted and stretched, and eyes grew out of the damaged throat.
They looked at themselves and each other, their voices trembling, and they said:
"Why didn't we die?"
"Shouldn't we die? We are human beings. Human beings cannot withstand shells. Human beings deserve to die!"
"This is all an illusion. I am the real one and you are all fake!"
The sword flew again, even more menacingly, coming at a gallop! !
Everyone's eyes flashed solemnly, they were not dead! ! The commander no longer hesitated and shouted again:
"Shoot, shoot!!"
Guns and swords were intricately intertwined, shattering their bodies again. They fell, but got up again, fell down, and got up again. The fear in their pupils was more overwhelming, and their despair was even more overwhelming.
The commander frowned. Although they were still recovering, he could feel that their recovery speed was getting slower and slower, and the limbs they grew were getting weirder and weirder, growing completely irregularly like cancer cells.
This is immortality and a curse.
Although their recovery speed is getting slower and slower, which means that enough attacks can kill them, but time is also life. They must resolve the battle as soon as possible, rush to the next venue, and rescue other dangerous people.
The commander changed his mind, and at the same time the tank turned its gun barrel, and warmth brewed in the gun barrel.
"Get ready, fire!"
"boom!"
A huge roar exploded in front of the soldiers. Even though they were holding anti-explosion shields, they still felt countless missiles explode onto the shields. The entire team took three steps back.
A huge cloud of gunpowder smoke rose up and then gradually faded away.
Sure enough, the effect of a cannonball was much better than that of a bullet. Their bodies were blown to pieces, leaving only the mangled bodies lying in the gray mist with empty eyes.
It's a battle, but it's also an experiment.
The scene of the battle has extremely high reference value. The commander observed the scene in front of him and stared at this strange situation.
Healing is like a car without a battery. Their bodies can no longer recover from such horrific injuries, which seems to represent the end.
But the commander looked solemn.
Some minced meat began to run, and a monster that could only barely discern a human shape gradually merged.
After a while, he took a breath.
The commander was stunned. Although the five corpses each lost their ability to heal, when they were gathered together, their healing abilities were superimposed.
But what was more desperate than the commander was the body lying on the ground.
His chest suddenly began to rise and fall, and then he moved something that couldn't be called a finger, and then the only huge eyeball swelled on his face. He looked in front of him and then looked at himself.
"Hahaha, hahaha."
"I've broken through again, I've broken through again!"
"But why did I become like this... This must be an illusion, this is an illusion, yes!"
"As long as you don't look at it, it'll be fine. Just don't look at it!"
And in front of the army, they watched this scene helplessly——
He tore off his one eye, wailing in pain, but the one eye healed quickly, so he tore off his eye again, and it healed, and tore off, and healed, and tore off again.
Back and forth, this cycle...
