"I didn't expect you, Feng Yi, to inhale the corpse energy into your body without hesitation. What a man!"
"Yeah, I might not be able to do it if I change it..."
"Nonsense, the corpse gas of zombies is very poisonous. If you inhale it, you will turn into a zombie...
Huh? That's not right, Feng Yi, why is nothing wrong with you?" Qingsong asked doubtfully.
Feng Yi rubbed his nose in embarrassment and said, "I don't know, maybe I was born with a special constitution. Anyway, I was in a coma for two days after inhaling corpse gas, and there was nothing strange about my body."
“…”
This is simply unacceptable!
If other people had your physique, who would miss the opportunity?
He can also embrace a beautiful woman and live without worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.
A winner in life.
The admiration of several people for Feng Yi is like the endless stream of a river.
Like the Yellow River flooding out of control.
Feng Yi didn't bother to argue with them and let them talk.
This journey was originally thought to be quite boring, but in the end it turned into a story gathering. Qiu Sheng told stories, and several other people listened with interest. They did not look like they were out to kill zombies, but like they were out to travel.
When it came to Jiuquan Town being attacked by hundreds of zombies, and Feng Yi going around putting out fires, several people stood in awe of him.
If rescuing Ren Tingting was a matter of men and women, and rescuing Taoist Master Qianhe was a matter of duty, then running around to protect the villagers was because of the righteousness in his heart!
Only by caring about the people can we become the leaders of our generation.
They didn't know that Feng Yi was not that good before and had changed quietly and silently.
"Okay, stop chatting, the village is almost here." Feng Yi warned.
The journey was long and they only had to walk. They arrived in the afternoon and towards dusk. They found a shady place for lunch and ate dry food with a clear spring in the mountain. It had a different flavor.
After hearing Feng Yi's words, several people looked stern. Although they were curious about what happened next, it was obvious that now was not the time to discuss this. Business was more important.
"Feng Yi, I see there is a village not far ahead. I heard that the village is empty during the day. Let's go to the village in front first and ask about the situation." Qingyun said.
"Well, that's what I thought too." Feng nodded, and they walked a few steps quickly to the village.
The village was obviously not wealthy, and most of the villagers were listless and looked lethargic. As soon as Feng saw a middle-aged man, he stepped forward and said hello: "Brother, I want to ask you something."
The middle-aged man looked to be in his thirties, with a miserable face and a lot of gray hair. He raised his head when he heard someone calling him, and when he saw that several people were wearing Taoist robes, he stood up and said excitedly:
"You, are you experts from Maoshan?"
"I don't dare to be an expert... We are indeed disciples of Maoshan. My name is Feng Yi, and these are my senior brothers.
We were ordered by the headmaster to come to investigate the situation of ** and the general's tomb.
I wonder if you can explain it to us?"
There were so many people and it was difficult to remember each other even if they were introduced one by one, so Feng Yiyi said his name.
Several other people had no objections to this. Originally, they had accompanied Feng Yi out, so naturally they were centered around him.
"Okay...Okay, wait a minute, village chief, village chief." The middle-aged man was overjoyed to see Feng Yi say this, and ran towards the village excitedly.
Feng Yi and others looked at each other and followed in.
After a while, hundreds of people came to Wuyangyang across the street. The old man at the head saw Feng Yi and the others and said with excitement: "It's so pitiful, all the masters of Maoshan, you are finally back."
"The old village chief said something serious. We are all disciples of the Maoshan sect. My name is Feng Yi. You can call me Daozhang Feng." Feng Yi repeated it again.
"Hey, hey."
The village chief nodded repeatedly, and then said enthusiastically: "There is a small teahouse in front. Let's go there and sit and talk."
"Thank you." Seeing everyone looking at them expectantly, it's obvious that the situation here has reached a serious stage.
The village has a dirt road, and a very simple tea shop has been set up next to it. It is just a few logs and some straw mats. It can be used when the weather is good, but it will collapse if there is a heavy rain or strong wind.
"We often do farm work in the fields, so we randomly set up a tea shop, with a frail woman taking care of it to help everyone dry the tea. Don't mind if the tea is not good." The old village chief said kindly but with a guilty conscience.
"Old village chief, you are worrying too much. We Maoshan disciples never care about what we eat and wear. It's good if we have water to drink."
After Feng Yi finished speaking, he picked up a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. The taste was indeed average and a little sour, but after finishing the drink, he felt more energetic than before. He asked curiously: "Is there any article in this tea?"
"There is no article, just some refreshing herbs. The weather here has been bad recently, so I have to finish the farm work quickly. Drinking this will make you more energetic." The old village chief explained very thoughtfully.
"good."
Feng nodded and asked: "Old village chief, what did you just say?
If you feel bad, has it always been bad, or is it just something that happened recently?"
Maoshan Sect is located in Damao Peak, the terrain is much higher, and the weather is not that clear.
When Feng Yi asked about it, the old village chief sighed and said, "It was caused by the recent period."
He blinked his somewhat cloudy eyes and said slowly: "Two months ago, the weather was good here. This year, there are a few more young men in the village who can help with the work. They all thought that there would be a good harvest.
Who knows, one night about two months ago, the ground suddenly shook. We thought it was an earth dragon coming out, but later we found out that it was not, and it disappeared after just a moment.
Later, we found that there was no damage, so we continued to sleep. Who knew that when we went to the fields the next day, we found that many crops were withered. The harvest season was about to come, and everyone was anxious.
I searched for problems, but found nothing...
We were so worried that we sent people to the field to keep an eye on it all night. We found that it didn't get any worse, so we felt uneasy. We kept an eye on it all night on the third night, but nothing happened.
Just when we thought everything was fine, on the tenth day, another piece of land had a problem. Now we had no idea and didn't know what to do. After watching it for a few more days, we realized that maybe ten days was a deadline.
On the night of the tenth day, the whole village didn't sleep. They hid secretly and stared at the crops. Who would have thought..."
Speaking of this, a trace of fear flashed across the old village chief's face, as if he had seen something terrible. Qiu Sheng couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
"We saw that the village that had disappeared was back. The lights in every house were on, and all the lights were eerie and green. Then there were the sounds of adults talking and laughing loudly, and the sounds of children playing and playing;
Then, there were footsteps in the crop fields, but we couldn't see any figures..."
