In the narrow basement, a sudden scream woke everyone up.
Xie Fanjing jumped up and knocked a hole in the big iron box. She rubbed her forehead and opened her eyes in confusion.
"how?"
Bai Zhu opened his eyes and subconsciously stood up and took two steps back.
The bright light of the torch made him squint his eyes. He raised his sleeves, and the small silver thorns slipped silently, and he pinched them.
This was one of the countless weapons in Zhao Xiu's iron box. Bai Shu saw that it was small and delicate and could be easily stored in his sleeve, so he used it together with the long knife for self-defense.
When he saw the face of the deceased clearly, he was shocked.
"how come?"
Bai Shu couldn't believe it. He held the silver thorn and stepped forward.
Lying next to Tiezhu, Song Chi's face was ashen, showing a deathly gloomy color, and there was no longer any sound of breathing coming from the tip of his nose.
He just lay there calmly, breathless.
"died……"
Baizhu withdrew his hand from Song Chi's wrist. The place where he started was cold and there was no sign of a beating pulse.
"How could this be?"
He frowned deeply. He obviously had nothing to do last night and even ate one more steamed bun than Tie Zhu.
After only half a night, the yin and yang were actually separated.
Thoughts surged in his mind. Song Chi was dead. Even if he could get the key and open the secret passage, there would be no guide and no geographical map.
Going out to sea without permission is undoubtedly seeking death.
The East China Sea is vast and boundless, and the wind and waves are high. In the former Song Dynasty, King Wei of the Song Dynasty heard that there was an immortal mountain overseas and called it Yingliang. The immortal once planted an immortal tree there.
A Qingyao plant has green-yellow leaves and white blooms. If you eat it, you will not grow old.
A Qingyu plant has bright white leaves and green flowers. If you eat it, you will not die.
After exhausting all the efforts of the country and exhausting countless efforts, King Wei of the Song Dynasty's four sea voyages ultimately ended in vain.
Not to mention the beasts in the sea that are far more ferocious and barbaric than those on the mainland, and even the ancient races that date back to before the Jedi Tiantong.
The vastness of the sea alone is enough to be daunting.
The sea is never a place that can be easily set foot in.
Bai Shu stared at Song Chi, his dead face silent and soundless.
"I'm offended." He said softly.
"Tie Zhu, let's look through it together." Baizhu said to Tie Zhu, who was still stunned. "The geographical map may be on him."
"Whoa whoa!"
Tie Zhu hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and nodded.
The two of them searched the corpse in front of them carefully from top to bottom. Baizhu's body never dared to relax, as if he was worried that the corpse in front of him might suddenly explode at any time.
Just a few collections of books and a little money. The scrolls are spread out beside them. The beauties in the paintings are bright and shining, as bright as April morning flowers.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
Tie Zhu squatted down and held his head in frustration. He thought Song Chi would have a geographical map on his body, but unexpectedly, he found nothing.
"Bury Brother Song." After a long time, Tie Zhu said in a dull voice, "How can this person just disappear?"
"Okay." Bai Zhu nodded.
Bai Shu picked up Song Chi and opened the way ahead, while Tie Zhu followed behind carrying two crescent shovels.
Xie Fanjing hugged the cat and followed at the end.
As the stone lion embedded itself, the stone slab creaked and slowly opened.
It was not bright outside yet, and a thick and dense purple mist filled the sky, as if it would press down on the ground at any time.
A few stars faintly emerged from the fog, shining slightly.
Bai Zhu took the crescent shovel, weighed it briefly, lifted it with his wrist, and a large piece of soil flew out.
Song Chi died silently, and when he thought about the malice behind that night, he couldn't help but think more about it.
Even if he doesn't notice it himself, doesn't even Xie Fanjing, who is a Yang Fu, know nothing about it?
Why would they let something that could hide from the eyes and ears of so many people and kill Song Chi silently?
Was Song Chi really killed?
Unknowingly, Bai Zhu had dug a deep pit, and he stood in the pit, stunned for a moment.
As handfuls of earth fell, Song Chi's body was slowly buried. No matter what his life was like in the past, it would no longer matter after his death.
Baizhu patted the earthen grave with his shovel face expressionlessly. The sea route was dead and he could only find another place to go.
I don’t know if there are any living people left in the city, and what is the fate of the Immaculate One in the Spring and Autumn Academy and the Sword Washing Pond.
Take Baotai Wushen Pills when you get back, and start with the "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" first.
Baizhu's mind was in chaos. It had only been three or two days since the disaster.
This is just three or two days, but it is more magnificent than his two lifetimes combined.
"It's so exciting." He let out a low sigh.
I can't clearly see the situation in this world. I am in the muddy water. Is what I see in front of me an earth barrier or a deep pool on the other side?
Purple mist, zombies, Gui Chong, martial arts...
What the hell kind of world is this?
Power.
He looked at the little girl holding the cat, eagerness welling up in his heart.
More, more attribute values.
He wants to become stronger!
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Beside the earthen grave, after seeing three people and a cat leaving, Song Chi also let out a long sigh.
His figure is translucent, like a wandering spirit, floating low in the air.
"Sorry, I'm just too afraid of him." Song Chi smiled bitterly, "I still haven't changed."
He looked towards the earthen grave, his eyes piercing through human skin.
Under the human skin, there is a body that appears to be safe on the surface, but inside there are countless old wounds accumulated, four small nails pierced through the limbs, but in fact it is riddled with holes.
His eyes flickered, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
"The little girl from the Xie family is here, he must be here too."
Song Chi took a long breath, no longer lingering, and quickly ran towards the city gate.
He was like a stream of light, moving dozens of feet away, leaving all the scenery behind him one after another.
Ever since he was driven into the Trapped Dragon Nail, his body that was originally so powerful has become as weak as a mortal.
After his soul left his body and gave up his body, this long-lost flight made him feel a lot of emotions.
"How come there are so many?"
Suddenly, Song Chi's figure froze, and his face looked extremely ugly.
There are countless zombies in the city, so densely packed that they can't be seen at a glance.
Not far away, several children of five or six years old staggered out of a doorway, with fresh blood stains on the corners of their mouths.
All kinds of death are so tragic that we can’t bear to look at them directly.
Song Chi's hands trembled slightly and his eyes were filled with fear.
"Master, why don't you take action against this kind of natural disaster?"
He stopped in mid-air, motionless.
Below, zombies all over the city moved stiffly, and purple mist slowly penetrated their mouths and noses.
In the vision of the soul body, the muscles and bones of these zombies who inhaled the purple mist became firmer and stronger, and their bodies became stronger and stronger.
In the streets and alleys, those corpses that had not yet been eaten slowly stood up under the influence of the purple mist.
Purple Mist repaired their bodies, and new skin, flesh, and muscles grew out.
He only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he looked blankly at the foggy river hanging above his head, shocked and speechless.
"What on earth...is this?"
He had never seen anything like this in the classics, and even before the Jedi Tiantong, there had never been such a scene.
A burst of mourning suddenly sounded, Song Chi's expression changed, and the cry turned into a low howl.
The pregnant woman, with pale eyes, stumbled towards a pile of blood and mud, and swallowed big mouthfuls.
On her neck, a wound as big as a bowl was gradually healing.
"Heaven will destroy my humanity."
This kind of catastrophe, in Song Chi's opinion, is even worse than the Jedi Heavenly Power, and can almost dominate the rise and fall of humanity.
He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.
A Baizhang Dharma statue with a vague face and incomplete clothes appeared behind him.
With the appearance of the Dharma image, Song Chi's already vague soul became even more chaotic, as if it would disperse with the wind at any time.
"Good work, good work..."
He murmured to himself, a trace of struggle showing on his face.
"Good work, good work!"
The man had taught him these two words for forty years.
In forty years, he has grown from a virile young man to a middle-aged man. In forty years, he has gone from a world-renowned leader of the younger generation to a drowned old dog that everyone calls for beating.
"After all these years, I still don't understand merit."
He laughed at himself, and a jade ruler appeared in Dharma Elephant's hand.
I don’t know what those high-ranking adults are still doing, and yes, power, reputation, wealth, these things cannot be fully enjoyed.
Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry on the unique teachings for the past saints, and create peace for all generations...
"How can I care about the world even though I'm a drowned old dog?"
The eyes of the Dharma Elephant suddenly shone brightly, the divine light shone directly into Dou Mansion, and the tadpole-shaped golden characters were looming.
In the distance, Xie Fanjing's ears twitched. She looked suspiciously in the direction of the Dharma image, then widened her eyes in confusion.
"Save some strength."
He shook his head, and the jade ruler in Dharma Elephant's hand was knocked down.
