They escaped from the town without much effort. Han Sheng quickly seized the opportunity, grabbed the baggage hidden on the roadside, and followed them. They also "borrowed" three horses from the guards to speed up. The speed of escaping. Shen Wenzheng was so serious that he thought it was Han Sheng who was disguised as a woman. After all, the contours of his eyebrows and body shape were very similar to his, and it was dark, so it was normal that he couldn't see anything. But at this time, Xue Miyin was already suspicious of his identity. But she thought that even if Han Shangyang was not an ordinary person, it would not matter. After all, the two friends who were traveling with him seemed not to be surprised.
She was driving the horse, and Ling Huan was holding her nervously from behind. Her clothes were probably wrinkled. There was no way, she couldn't slow down her pace at all now. If the guards were to fight back, it would be over.
"Did you really set fire to someone else's firewood shed?" Xie Zhe, who was driving the horse, turned to ask Han Shang, who had long since changed back to his original appearance.
"Where can I do it? You really want to light it, why don't you give it to me? I made a bunch of firecrackers in the open space, the kind with a small sound but very big flowers. When they get close, they should realize that something is wrong, so they should run away. Bar."
They rode horses and ran very far in a short period of time. When they turned back, the outline of the town almost completely disappeared into the darkness, and the three horses stopped. They reined in their horses and turned back, seeing the endless night, occasionally, A brilliant firework will appear from a point in front.
Amiao shouted again.
Xue Miyin lowered his head and found that it was at the horse's feet, with all the hair on its body exploding. It was even more terrifying than when it was in the inn. It kept making threatening sounds of "ha, ha", but stepped back step by step. It was rarely like this, which made Xue Miyin feel uneasy. So she turned her head and looked in the direction where Amiao was demonstrating, and suddenly felt a shudder.
"...You, look behind you?"
The rest of the people turned around, and after taking a breath of air, there was a deathly silence.
Corpses. Densely packed, "living" corpses were approaching them.
"The white line on the door is not lime... it's salt!"
As soon as Xie Zhe said this, everyone else's faces turned as white as salt. No wonder there are still so many people guarding the north, which is clearly not bordering the town. Therefore, not all infected people in this area have been cremated. After dealing with it, there are still many dead people living here. I am afraid that their families are not willing to burn their relatives so easily. After all, this is a small place. There are also some people who should be orphans who died without anyone taking care of them.
There is no point in analyzing these, because they are coming this way. There are many people in this group, and under the moonlight, countless pale faces are slowly approaching, many of them are festering. This is definitely not a town that will die. Otherwise, you would never see a living person on the street before. I am afraid that around this, the dead from nearby cities and villages have gathered here. These living corpses may not be all the living corpses in this area.
"Why would they..."
Why are there so many? How can they move? How can they attack humans? Everyone can give a different answer to Ye Linghua's question, but it is meaningless. The most important thing at the moment is to escape. And this time it is more difficult than before. Extremely serious: In the past, it was just to avoid the hands and eyes of a dozen officers and soldiers, but now it is to escape from a group of entangled monsters. Rather than saying that they are unreasonable, it is better to say that they can't even "speak". Come.
Han Chang jumped off the horse and lit a ball of orange-red flames in his hands. But at this time, something unexpected happened again.
"Amei!!"
Shen Wenzheng screamed at the top of her lungs, and her child suddenly burst into tears. They didn't know whether they saw something or were frightened by their mother's sudden actions. They looked over and saw a deceased person of similar age walking forward. The body was already there. It was highly decomposed, and even her clothes were stained by the oozing corpse liquid. How did she identify that it was her sister? But they soon understood - the female corpse was holding the body of a child in her arms, and it could move. It can scream. It is small and as big as a newborn.
"Tsk..."
Several balls of fox fire were floating in the air, and Han Zhang really didn't know whether he should lead them into the tide of corpses. He glanced at Xie Zhe, who also looked helpless. He knew what Han Zhang wanted to ask him.
"We still don't know how it works, and we have no way... to rescue them."
"Is this possible?" Ling Quan, who was on horseback, was as anxious as the horse. "Is it possible to rescue the living corpses? They can still move. Is it... that they retain something human-like, so they can still return to adulthood? What does it look like?”
Xue Miyin said sternly: "Don't say these are useless, you should think clearly. Like the one over there - it's so rotten that even if it regains consciousness, it won't last long. And that child... No matter where It’s a tragedy that we can wake up.”
The tide of corpses was approaching, and Amiao couldn't continue to be brave. It jumped onto the horse and grabbed Mi Yin tightly without letting go. She could feel the little guy's claws stretching out from the flesh pads and hooking into her. On the skin. Even though it has a monster or ghost-like posture, it retains many of the habits of life. Shen Wenzheng tightened the stick in his hand and hugged his daughter tightly with the other hand. She wanted to scream, wanted to Fighting, but not knowing why she is fighting. Should she hope that the two corpses can still be saved? Should she raise her weapon? Target her biological sister, her daughter's favorite aunt, and her children - she does Less than.
"Let's do it." Shen Wenzheng said this, "I know Mr. Zhongli, who is very powerful in magic..."
Since they didn't plan to run away, they all dismounted one after another. The changing fox fire painted Han Zhang's face with warm color and was clearly extinguished. Han Zhang fixed his gaze on Shen Wenzheng's face. She opened her eyes wide and stared blankly. That familiar corpse. It seemed like a baby could be heard crying in the tide of corpses, like an animal howling or a ghost wailing.
A wall of crimson fire was built, like a curtain, isolating the scene in front of him from people's sight. Behind the wall of flames, there was the sound of sizzling human tissue fighting and devouring the open fire. Hanshang turned his back, not looking, and listened. Only then did Lu remember that he didn't like the dazzling flames. But he must have weighed it. In comparison, the lives of his friends were more important than his likes and dislikes. They heard the people who were suspected of drowning struggling and gasping for breath. The sound sounded like a strangled person breathing desperately, mixed with lamentations one after another. People who specialize in cremating corpses in government offices must be used to hearing this sound. After all, the air and moisture in some dead people's bodies have not been drained cleanly. , people who have been dead for too long will also produce some gas that is easy to ignite and will cause small explosions. But whether it can be explained clearly with reason, or it is a strange force, no matter who sees the chaotic dance of the demons at this moment, they will be silent.
Shen was still lying on his mother's body without saying a word, but his tears had already soaked into the fabric, making Wen Zheng feel wet and hot. The small area where the child cried silently was as burning as the fire in front of him. From beginning to end, she She was the only person present who never looked away from the flames. Her eyes were unafraid, and the fire flickered in her pupils, like a part of her. Was she in silence? No one dared to ask. This was a A belated funeral.
Xue Miyin looked at Han Shang and had the answer in her heart. He was indeed a monster. It was really strange that he was with humans, even so peaceful. Moreover, the other man was similar to an Onmyoji. It was strange.
At this time, something slowly straightened up behind them. The firelight cast all the shadows behind them, and they failed to notice anything strange. A person suddenly appeared there, but he did not disturb anyone, he just stayed with them. Watching all this, Shen was still a little tired from crying. What happened in the past few days was too heavy for a child. She raised her head buried deep in her mother's arms and noticed the person behind her mother. .At that moment, she clenched her mother's clothes, which made Shen Wenzheng immediately notice something strange and suddenly turned around. The long stick was like a part of her arm, unexpectedly flashing out, and the end of the stick was only a few steps away from the person. It stopped steadily an inch from the temple.
He didn't dodge.
When they heard the whistling sound of the stick cutting the air, the attention of others was finally drawn here. At this time, Xie Zhe and the others lost their voices on the spot - the appearance of this person was so familiar, they had clearly seen him before.
"You are, the one from Death Shadow Pavilion..."
"Wu Yin." He announced his family name.
Seeing that they knew each other, Shen Wenzheng slowly moved away the long stick. But this time, she did not feel the slightest guilt about the person in front of her like Xue Miyin's misunderstanding at that time. Because she was keenly aware of It turns out that although they know each other, their relationship is not necessarily that good. How can there be friends who both have a dead look on their faces when they meet? Although Xie Zhe and the others are just the three of them, the person who claims to be Wu Yin is not only There was no courtesy at all, and there was even a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
"Why are you here?" Xie Zhe asked.
"Aren't you here too?"
"We left the town, thinking it would be safer here. Who would have thought that it would be even more lively than the town."
Han Sheng smiled and sighed, but he couldn't laugh at all in his heart. Like his companions, he knew exactly what it meant for the people from the Shadow Pavilion to appear here. They were not impermanent, and they would not be so kind as to deal with the human world. abnormality. Therefore, this trouble must be related to him.
At this time, half of the people suddenly rushed over from the fire curtain. Fortunately, Xue Miyin reacted quickly. She turned sideways and no sparks splashed on her clothes. But she could not relax yet. The "person" never Only the upper half of its body escaped from the fire. It was fatter and died relatively late, so it burned longer. On the dry ground, its arms grabbed the ground and crawled forward, leaving several deep streaks. The mark was still slowly crawling towards it. Before Shen Wenzheng was about to beat it back to the fire with a stick, Xue Miyin immediately used the pick hidden in his sleeve to stir the strings. After the short music ended, its movements Slowing down, freezing in place, and slowly approaching Miyin. Burning hands kept reaching out from the fire curtain, as if trying to grab the shamisen. Han Chang immediately pulled her further away, not wanting her to "mess with it" Burning."
Wu Yin, who had not intervened until now, suddenly snapped his fingers, and the movement of the half corpse became even slower. It became stiff and dull, like rusty iron, and stopped one after another. Its hands were still frozen in the air.
, but the fire was extinguished. Miyin kicked it, and the severed hand immediately turned into carbon powder and collapsed.
Xie Zhe's tone was a little regretful: "Sure enough, I have something to do with you."
