"Commander, we have searched the entire town. There should be no other survivors."

Soon, the searching soldiers came back one after another.

Hearing this, First Mao said from the side: "Retreat, those two monks should have turned into zombies."

After saying that, he looked at the sky and said, "It's getting dark, and night is not a good time to deal with zombies."

Zhang Heng glanced at the sky.

The sun sets in the west and the sky is red and beautiful.

But this beauty is deadly.

Because the sun goes down, the zombies hiding in the houses in the town will come out and move around. It is not just one or two zombies, but an undead army composed of one or two thousand zombies.

"withdraw!"

Zhang Heng gave an order: "Retreat ten miles away and then set up camp."

Zombies have a very sensitive sense of smell.

Following the wind, one can smell human scent from miles away and jump over following the scent.

Therefore, you cannot camp near Tengteng Town, otherwise the zombies in the town will become restless and possibly break through the wall and run out.

Tap tap tap...

Before dark, the troops retreated ten miles away and stationed themselves on a hillside.

Zhang Heng ordered the soldiers to light a fire to cook, and he took First Mao and Adjutant Wu to the top of the mountain and observed the direction of Tengteng Town with a telescope.

“It’s very lively!”

Under the moonlight.

I saw dozens of people in Tengteng Town, and many people worshiping the moon stood on the roofs.

These people stretched out their arms and gathered in twos and threes. Some even fought for a good position. The defeated ones could only go to the lower roof to worship. It looked very interesting.

"I've seen zombies worshiping the moon a lot. This is the first time I've seen so many zombies worshiping the moon together."

The First Mao also held a telescope in his hand: "Look at these zombies, they have different levels. Only the strong ones can stand on the two-story building, while the weak ones can only stand on the roof of the bungalow. The concept of hierarchy is very obvious.

.”

Zhang Heng was also watching quietly.

After watching for a while, he suddenly frowned: "Look at the northwest corner, there are a few zombies fighting there all the time!"

"Have it?"

First Mao raised his telescope and looked.

After a while, a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "This is not a fight, this is a corpse biting a corpse. One zombie has sucked the corpse energy of other zombies. This is rare among zombies. Could it be that they are fighting for the king of corpses?"

When there is a hierarchical group, there will be leaders.

There are monkey kings and nobles in the monkey group. They even have the right to beat other monkeys, and the monkeys who are beaten will not resist.

The same goes for zombies.

When their number reaches a certain level, a zombie king will be elected internally to lead the entire zombie swarm.

"It's not like fighting for the Corpse King!"

Zhang Heng looked a little suspicious: "If we are fighting for the zombie king, we should only absorb half of the corpse energy of the zombies it defeats, leaving half for the opponent, and then take him as a follower."

"Absorb all the corpse energy, and the zombie will die. Zombies kill zombies, just like ghosts eat ghosts. Other zombies will regard them as aliens and attack them in groups."

First Mao nodded: "It's very strange. Do you want to go over and have a look?"

Zhang Heng thought for a moment and said, "Let's not go there. I'll let Auntie Mei go."

First Mao was a little confused: "Who is Aunt Mei?"

Bang!!

The paper ghost flew out from Zhang Heng's neck and sat on his shoulder.

No. 1 Mao's eyes lit up: "Paper man?"

"It's a paper ghost!"

Zhang Heng did not explain much, and quickly said to the paper ghost: "Go to that town and see what they are doing. Also, be careful. This is a zombie town. Hide yourself when you go in."

Well, you are a ghost and they are corpses and they will not welcome you."

Whoosh!

The paper ghost burst through the air and flew away.

No. 1 Mao touched his chin and looked Zhang Heng up and down: "Nephew, you have hidden yourself deep enough. You have a ghost with you all day long. It's strange. Ghosts are filthy things that bring about decline, disaster, and suffering.

, trapped in one body, you carry it with you all day long, there is no reason why I can’t discover it!”

"How did you find out?"

Zhang Heng took out a handkerchief from his arms: "This is the Lushan Sect's Immortal Soldiers Picture. It is specially used to raise ghosts. I usually wrap paper ghosts with Immortal Soldier Pictures. Don't mention you, Uncle Star Reacher."

can not tell."

"A magical weapon of the Lushan Sect?"

The No. 1 Mao's face became serious: "That group of people is not a good person. Although they are separated from the Jingming sect and are also a well-known and upright sect, their behavior is insidious and vicious. They are even more heretical than the heretical sect, and they are still less likely to be dealt with.

good."

"I have never dealt with them. This picture..."

Zhang Heng organized his language: "One day when I was practicing Qi in the early morning, I saw Bai He coming from the east and gave me a picture. Look, it's this one."

"Is the painting presented by Bai He so exaggerated?"

First Mao acted like I don’t study much, so don’t lie to me.

But thinking about it, I felt a little guilty in my heart: "Could it be that my nephew really has great luck and great opportunities, and is a true immortal seed like Senior Brother Zhaixing?"

The star-catching Taoist has unrivaled love and unrivaled talent. He is recognized by Maoshan and even Taoist sects as the seed of a true immortal. It was expected that he would become an immortal in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Although Zhang Heng's talent is not that terrifying.

But he is just like the Duobao boy. Last time it was the turtle offering the sword, and this time it was the white crane offering the picture.

Next time, shouldn't it be time for an old man to come and give three volumes of the Book of Heaven to me?

Good guy, in the Age of Ending Dharma, two true immortal seeds came out of one sect. This is putting the founder in the frying pan, emitting so much smoke.

"I can't afford to offend you!"

No. 1 Mao looked at Zhang Heng secretly and thought to himself: "You must speak more politely from now on. How can this be my nephew? He is clearly my half-brother!"

Whoosh!

A black shadow flew from the sky.

Zhang Heng stretched out his hand to take it, and the paper ghost landed on his hand, jumped up and down his shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

"Well, I understand."

Zhang Heng stuffed the paper ghost into his clothes and said to First Mao: "The reason why the zombies are in chaos is not because they are fighting for the zombie king, but because there are two bald zombies attacking other zombies."

"Bald zombie?"

First Mao's eyes widened: "The remaining two of the twelve eminent monks of Fatai Temple?"

Zhang Heng nodded silently: "Those two eminent monks have transformed into corpses. I don't know whether it was because of their profound Dharma or other reasons. In short, they have been attacking other zombies, and dozens of white zombies have died on their hands.

There are so many.”

“It’s incredible!”

No. 1 Mao looked in admiration: "Even if I become a zombie, I am still fighting against zombies. After I look back, this incident can be written into the Maoshan Chronicles and the heroic deeds of the two masters can be passed down."

Zhang Heng added: "If you want to write, just write it all in. The twelve eminent monks of Fatai Temple are all outstanding and worthy of admiration."

No. 1 Mao didn't object, he raised his telescope and continued looking.

After watching for a while, he exclaimed: "Heizong is taking action!"

Zhang Heng also quickly picked up the telescope.

When I saw it, I saw a tall zombie grabbing two thin zombies and biting their necks hard.

Along with the twitching of their bodies, the two zombies quickly stopped struggling and fell down weakly.

"Good versus evil, fighting for life!"

Zhang Heng sighed and praised: "Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"

"What a pity!" First Mao put down the telescope and whispered: "It would be better if they waited for us. With this little means, why go in and die?"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "Go back to sleep. My troops will arrive tomorrow and I will avenge you masters."

"It can only be this way."

The first one looked regretful.

Because it was midnight, there was nothing they could do.

The second day.

Early in the morning, accompanied by the roar of trucks, Zhang Jinzhong led the artillery regiment of the First Division and arrived.
To be continued...