Then, the figure shrank in an instant, and finally shrank into Han Sanqian's body.
"Get up again!"
boom!
There was another muffled thunder, and the black shadow in Han Sanqian's body was once again pulled and expanded to the entire valley. Although the black shadow had no face, it could be judged from the shape of the black shadow's struggle that it must be in unusual pain.
"Master, how long will it take to achieve it?" Ming Yu asked.
"Three days, one day to separate the soul, two days to separate the body and soul, and three days to separate and refine them. From now on, they will never transcend the body." The old monk replied softly.
"Three days?" Ming Yu frowned slightly.
It's been too long, I hope I won't have too many long nights and dreams.
At this time, in the inn in the city.
Compared to the joy at noon yesterday and the fear at night, Fu Mang and others at this time can only be described as miserable, even on the verge of collapse.
For two days and one night, facing the non-stop attacks of zombies outside, they were forced to defend non-stop. Even if they took turns to rest and defend, they were still exhausted.
What is more exhausted than the body is the mind.
There wasn't much food in the restaurant to begin with. After Han Sanqian came, the restaurant was full of customers, and in addition to Fu Mang's "reward to the three armies" at noon yesterday, there was almost no food left.
Since morning, I have almost been eating porridge to survive.
But right now, Han Sanqian shows no sign of coming back.
"Report!"
With an urgent shout, the listless Fu Mang suddenly regained his energy, stood up, and hurriedly looked at the patrolling disciples who ran down from upstairs.
"How's it going?"
"Is Sanqian back?"
"Are we saved?"
Fu Mang didn't need to ask any more questions, as others couldn't wait to ask.
Fu Mang also swallowed his saliva and looked at his disciple longingly.
"Mountain... there was a horrific explosion on the other side of the mountain, and the clouds were thick, and screams could be heard faintly." The disciple glanced at the crowd and said a little worriedly.
"Ha, that must be the three thousand who were killing the enemy in a bloody battle, and the gang they killed screamed in agony." Fu Mang forced a smile, trying to cheer up the hearts of those present.
"Yes, this possibility is not ruled out." Fuli also hurriedly agreed.
"But... the scream seems to be from one person, and the voice... the voice is very similar to that of the leader, I suspect..." At this point, the disciple did not dare to say
.
But everyone present understood what he meant. A single voice sounded very much like the leader of the alliance. Didn't this explain everything?
Han Sanqian was caught, and... he might even be in danger.
"Crack!"
At this moment, a heavy slap hit the disciple's face.
"You are talking nonsense and misleading the public. How could Sanqian be arrested? How could Sanqian scream in pain? Let me tell you, if you talk nonsense here, don't blame me for not caring about brotherhood and kill you on the spot.
!" Fu Mang said angrily.
The disciple was informed that he was feeling aggrieved as he touched his aching face with his hand: "Everything that the disciple said is true. Especially after nightfall, you can hear the leader's shrill screams. If you don't believe it, just help the commander up and have a look."
"How dare you say, damn..." Fu Mang cursed angrily, lowered his head and picked up his sword, preparing to draw it to kill.
"Enough!"
"Bang!"
With a roar, the table was suddenly slapped, and then Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng stood up and looked at Fu Mang coldly: "It's already this time, haven't you done enough?"
"I didn't bother, he was just talking nonsense!" Fu Mang was angry and dissatisfied, pointing at the disciple and shouted.
"From the beginning to the end, this Buddha's sound has never disappeared for a moment, and it has not diminished in size. If three thousand enemies are killed, I ask you, why does this Buddha's sound remain unchanged?"
As long as Han Sanqian starts killing enemies, the number of enemies will decrease, and the number of Buddhist chants they chant will naturally decrease. This problem is almost no longer needed to be thought about, everyone understands it.
However, like Fu Mang, Han Sanqian was the last straw, and no one was willing to admit this fact.
As soon as Jianghu Baixiaosheng said a word, the entire atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.
It was already difficult enough, but now that I heard such bad news, my last hope was shattered. To say that I was not depressed would be a lie.
"It's raining outside." Shiyu suddenly raised his head and said.
"Are you crying for the leader and us?"
One sentence is the heartfelt message of the poem, as well as other people's true thoughts and current situation.
"Although Sanqian is trapped, it does not mean that he is dead." Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng said at this time: "I could have followed Fu Mang's words to lie to everyone, but I didn't do that."
"Because in times of crisis, everyone should work together as a team, so trusting each other is very important. I believe that we can grit our teeth and wait together."
"That's right. Sanqian is not dead yet, how can we collapse first?"
After saying this, everyone nodded, and the extremely low morale dropped again.
At this time, in the rainy night outside, several figures were walking quickly through the rain, rushing towards a cave with a faint light in the mountain...
