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 turning into monsters.
I saw people running away and dying one after another. 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 with her, 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 knock a monster staggering, and 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 mountain forest in the heavy rain? Not to mention that she was already exhausted. Of course, she tripped over a tree vine and threw herself into a tree.
In the bushes.
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, strange, 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 said hoarsely after a long time:
"save……"
At this moment, the living corpses in front shuddered, opened their big mouths with broken clothes, and pounced to bite them.
"Qiang."
A critical moment.
A ray of cold light pierced from behind Nannan.
Later.
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 speculation of Long Tu and others, the reason why they were unable to mobilize their magic power and turned into monsters after death was all due to the bowl of "Buddha porridge". Although the inexplicable bell woke everyone up from their hallucinations
, but the porridge still remains in the person's body, always ready to pull the person into the abyss of uncertainty.
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 living corpses could surround her, a roar like thunder was heard.
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 up.
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?
Yan Xinglie still held the zhezi that Yan Xinglie handed him in his arms.
The reason why he had not thought of this before was that, firstly, the Taoist priest did not 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 is just a wild Taoist who has become a monk on the way. Even the certificate on his body and the Taoist title "Xuanxiao" were taken from his dead uncle. The few spells he learned from the cheap master are not enough in total.
The sword at hand worked well. He took the fold and invited a few Yin soldiers by name, and he managed to make do. But if he wanted to recruit "thousands of troops", he had to sit down.
Fortunately, with Longhushan's professional accounts, 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 unwilling to be left alone, so he went to help with his sword in hand.
But when he took a step forward, he slapped his forehead.
Oversight!
I almost forgot, there is a little girl beside me.
When he looked back, he only saw this little girl, whom he had met once in the village at the foot of the mountain, holding his sleeve tightly. Perhaps because of fear of strangers, she only held a corner as big as a fingernail, but she used so much force that her fingers
Blue and white.
She lowered her head and didn't make a sound, only trembling slightly in the sparse cold rain. Two traces of tears flowed silently from her face stained with mud and blood.
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 compassion 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 donkey with a shiny head emerging from the tree cage. He spread his hooves and ran towards it.
By chance, on the way, he was blocking an unlucky living corpse. The big green donkey poked his head into the air, and then a rabbit kicked off an eagle and flew to the bottom of the slope.
Deep depression.
As for this living corpse, although it is tireless and not afraid of pain, its strength is much greater than before when it was alive. If there are any changes, it will be more difficult to deal with. But after all, it is only a body of flesh and blood. You can't handle it if your hands are broken, and your legs are broken.
If you lose your head, you can't walk. If you lose your head, 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: "Girl, this mountain is dangerous, so you should go down the mountain with this donkey Clever 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 flesh and blood mangled, his mutilated body twitching slightly, and red hairs sprouting on his face.
Li Changan raised the tip of his 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.