"Leave? None of you can leave today. If you kill my third junior brother, no one can leave safely!"

The lama looked at Protector Feng's body, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it, Protector, these people killed Protector Long, they all deserve to die, should I kill them now?"

The bald man was holding a submachine rifle, with an undisguised coldness flashing in his eyes.

"No!"

The lama looked at Qisha, who was tightly closing his eyes and struggling to fight against the poison of the flame demon, with a look of relief on his face: "However, after catching Qisha and the three Yulin guards of the Guoshifu, my third junior brother died a worthy death.

, come back and send him to a sky burial!"

"But, they..."

The bald man wanted to say something anxiously, but he was frightened by the cold snort from Protector Nima and shut his mouth obediently.

"What do you know? Sacrifice for our great cause of liberation is inevitable. Even I can sacrifice myself at any time when necessary. Keeping these people will be of great help to our cause of liberation, so we cannot kill them for the time being.

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Worried that his subordinates would be dissatisfied, Protector Nima explained patiently, causing a group of subordinates to look stunned and bow respectfully: "Protector Nima is wise!"

The guardian of Nima waved his hand: "Lock them all up!"

"No, no, no, protector, that foreign devil has escaped!"

At this moment, a terrorist hurriedly ran over and shouted in Tibetan.

"What? How could he run away? What do you do for food?"

Protector Nima's face showed a fierce look, and with angry eyes he grabbed the terrorist's collar and roared angrily.

"puff!"

Protector Nima lowered his head in shock and watched as a simple-looking knife pierced his chest.

Incredulously, he raised his head and looked at the terrorist he was holding in his hand, only to see him suddenly grinning, revealing a pair of neat white teeth, before his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he realized that he had no strength at all and was lying on a hospital bed. In addition to doctors in white coats, there were several men in casual clothes staring at him eagerly.

"This...where is this?"

Protector Nima asked in a dry voice.

"He's awake, I'll notify the chief!"

One soldier immediately turned around and ran out quickly.

Protector Nima licked his chapped lips, closed his confused eyes, and couldn't figure out, wasn't he dead? How could he still be alive?

A moment later, a middle-aged man with a majestic face and a military uniform walked over. The general star on his shoulder dazzled him.

Protector Nima narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who are you?"

"Sun protector, right? I am Shen Moru, the head of the Yulin Guards. You can call me General Shen!"

The middle-aged general smiled slightly: "I hope we can have a happy cooperation in the future!"

"Don't even think about it. Don't think about me betraying the living Buddha!"

The face of the protector Nima changed drastically, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

"That's not up to you, Protector of the Sun. Don't forget that this is the Yulin Guard. Only you can't think of it. There's nothing we can't do."

Shen Moru smiled slightly, not surprised at all by his stubborn attitude.

"I would rather die than betray a living Buddha!"

Protector Nima was shouting hysterically, but his eyes were full of fear.

Because he knows that this is the Yulin Guard, where almost all the superpowers in China are gathered. It is extremely simple to find a few spiritual masters. A deep hypnosis may allow him to unknowingly confess.

everything.

Shen Moru smiled broadly and said indifferently: "Sorry, you can't die now even if you want to. Since you are unwilling to cooperate, then you should have a good rest. When you recover, we can talk slowly!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation. Just as Protector Nima breathed a sigh of relief, three old men in Chinese tunic suits and very retro clothes walked in from the door.

But the deep, sea-like eyes of these three old men made him feel fear subconsciously. He closed his eyes desperately and shouted: "I don't know anything, kill me, kill me!"

The three old men looked at each other and smiled. Before they could destroy his will, he collapsed first. Then the next thing would be simple!

In an office not far from Protector Nima's ward, Shen Moru looked at the surveillance video with a smile on his face. He turned to look at the pale man with his legs crossed behind him: "Qisha, you stood up this time.

Great work."

"Senior brother, I am not greedy for merit. That is the credit of my younger junior brother. If he hadn't detoxified me, I would have died long ago!"

The man curled his lips indifferently, with a hint of lingering fear in his eyes.

Shen Moru showed great interest: "Qisha, master has accepted a disciple again? Let's talk about it."

"Junior brother is not Master's apprentice, but Third Master's apprentice!"

Qisha smiled slyly: "As for the name, my junior brother won't let me tell anyone, and he doesn't want the credit, even if it goes to Wan Rui and the other three..."

"Third Master has accepted a disciple? Why didn't I know?"

Shen Moru's eyes widened in shock, and he asked in disbelief, the third uncle was a Wuhou of the country, how could he not get any news about such a big event as recruiting a disciple?

"There was no apprenticeship ceremony, and the younger junior brother didn't want to become a disciple at all. It was the third junior uncle who shamelessly insisted on accepting him as his apprentice. Of course you didn't know."

Qisha said with a funny look on his face, with a warm arc at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Moru was completely confused. Damn, that was the Lord Wu of Zhenguo. How many people were crying and wanting to become his disciple but they couldn't get it. Who is that little junior brother? He could actually make Lord Wu shamelessly insist on accepting him as his apprentice.

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Qisha was very satisfied with his shocked look, and then knocked on the table to wake him up from the shock: "You will definitely have a chance to see me in the future, little junior brother. Let's not talk about it for now. I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. You are

Why didn’t the person in charge of the Habayashi Guards tell me? It made me think that the Habayashi Guards wanted to seize power from the Imperial Palace?"

"Isn't this what Master doesn't want me to say?"

Shen Moru helplessly shook his head: "I won't hide it from you now. First, Master and the others have worked hard for the country all their lives. Now that they are older, they hope to concentrate on martial arts practice and pursue their own lives. Second, they understand very well.

No one in power will tolerate the existence of an uncontrolled transcendent force, so they have long been prepared to retreat."

"So, Master and the others secretly planned to establish an organization that would train elite warriors for the country. It would be under the jurisdiction of the military and eventually replace the Imperial Guards Office to protect China. They started preparations more than 20 years ago, probably because they considered me.

My identity is quite special. I am both a warrior and a soldier, and I am also a member of the Imperial Palace, so I am the best candidate to be the head of the Yulin Guard."

Shen Moru patted the dumbfounded Qisha on the shoulder: "Now you understand, why Master never allows you to tell others that I am your senior brother? It's because Master and the others don't want others to make irresponsible remarks and think that the Imperial Palace still wants to seize power.

Don't let it go, its

It's not that Master and the others don't want to let go, but they are afraid that the newly established Habayashi Guards will violate their original intentions and become a tool used by certain politicians. Therefore, they deliberately create conflicts with the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Guards repeatedly, causing the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Guards to

The illusion of discord.”

"Damn it, you bunch of treacherous and cunning guys really played tricks on me. The last time I handed over the Bureau of Religious Affairs, I almost got angry and demolished the Yulin Guards."

Qisha said with a sad and angry look.

"Hehe, I wish you could come and tear it down. The bigger the fuss, the more real it will appear, and people will not associate Habayashi Wei with the Imperial Palace."

Shen Moru chuckled and then straightened his face: "It is an indisputable fact that the Imperial Palace has disappeared in the long river of history. However, the Yulin Guards are not mature enough to completely replace the Imperial Palace. Therefore, I am the person in charge of this transitional stage.

You will be here for a while, Qisha, you need to grow up as soon as possible, I hope you can take over my class in the future."

"Okay, I'm not interested in this. I'd better leave it to Tanlang or Pojun, or else I can leave it to my junior brother."

Qisha's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said, but then he shook his head: "Forget it, my junior brother is a person who is indifferent to fame and wealth, and he must not be interested in this. Even the third junior uncle didn't accept him as his apprentice, so why?

Maybe you are willing to take this job, so I don’t have to look for trouble on my own.”

"Who is my junior brother? Where is he now? Let me meet you too. You can even take a sneak peek!"

Shen Moru asked with great interest when he saw that Qisha respected this junior fellow apprentice so much.

"I guess there is no chance now. Maybe later. He is busy saving all mankind and has gone to Tianzhu."

Qisha said casually without any hesitation.

"He went to Tianzhu? Is he crazy? That's the area hardest hit by the zombie virus!"

Shen Moru's expression changed drastically. Although he didn't know who his junior brother was, he was still a descendant of the Guoshifu lineage, so he still felt worried subconsciously.

"Don't worry, my junior brother is very powerful. Even if the zombies are dead, this kid will still be alive and kicking."

Qisha has unspeakable confidence in Ding Ning. Thinking of how much food he carries with him like Doraemon, it would be strange that he could be infected with the zombie virus.

Ding Ning, who is saving the world, is currently in the Sikkim State of Tianzhu. His spiritual consciousness is spreading out overwhelmingly, carefully searching for traces of Baqi.

Although Ding Ning was unable to figure out what kind of deal was between the Dalai Group and the Goddess Organization because of his impulse to kill seven times, he was able to capture the protector Nima and hand it over to the state, and he also got the bait of White to contain Baqi.

He was also very satisfied in Tianzhu.

He just did an experiment yesterday. He released White from the water space, and hundreds of thousands of zombies suddenly attacked the Tibetan-Xinjiang border. Then he hid White in the water space and brought him to Tianzhu and released him.

Those zombies suddenly began to retreat and wander into Tianzhu like a well-trained army.

This made Ding Ning even more sure of his guess. Baqi could command these zombies and had a way to sense White's location. Therefore, after sensing White's aura, he commanded the zombies to attack the border of Tibet crazily, and then

It was discovered that White appeared in Tianzhu again, so the zombies were sent back to Tianzhu to look for White.

It's a pity that none of the three members of the Divine Organization have been injected with virus serum, so he has not yet found a way to solve the virus. The only thing he can think of is to find the pathogen Baqi and eliminate it, and the virus will disappear automatically.

Sikkim is located at the southern foot of the Himalayas, bordering China, Tibet, Bhutan and Nepal. The terrain is high in the north and low in the south. Almost the entire territory is above 1,500 meters above sea level. It has fertile valleys in the south and mountainous areas in the north. It has a population of about 600,000.

India's least populous state is also the hardest hit area by the zombie virus.

In his spiritual consciousness, he saw that the white temple walls were covered with colorful paintings, but what was staggering on the crowded streets were disgusting zombies with carrion on their faces and fangs, creating a strong visual impression on people.
Chapter completed!