Chapter 90: The blame for not being buried, the corpse turns into a monster
In the corner of the inn without moonlight.
The monk's bald head is no longer so shiny.
Even the entire inn lobby was as dim as dust.
But it also gave Zhou Yi a rare opportunity to sit under the dark curtain and watch the long-awaited finale.
These four people were accidentally rescued by Ye Ma from the murals in Yeguo Temple.
Although he rebelled against the hidden sect, he was by no means an innocent person.
Among them, Feng Zhong, the three of them, were either incarnations of gangsters, or had been bandit leaders, or they had the souls of those who had sex with them to kill people on their pillows.
They are all scornful of human life, regardless of old or young, women or children. They are full of evil.
In comparison, Cui Hu, who practiced hard qigong, had killed many people, but he had a certain bottom line.
It can be said that the conscience is still intact.
The whole thing started because three years ago, Cui Hu was ordered to search for the legendary fairy fruit - Huozaojuoli.
As a result, a certain boss at the helm of Yinmen Jiannan Road, a master of magic known as Ma Lao, secretly ordered several masters to capture Cui Hu and imprison him in the mural painting of Yeguo Temple.
When Cui Hu was imprisoned in the mural, he also vomited blood and questioned Ma Lao.
The crime he got was "swallowing fairy fruit for himself and trying to betray the hidden sect."
However, Feng Zhong, Shen Luoyan, Wei Zishan and others who were imprisoned in the mural heard it and took it to heart.
After they were mistakenly rescued by Ye Ma and escaped, the story of what Zhou Yi saw at the inn a few days ago and the subsequent attempt to snatch the fairy fruit came to light.
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"Shaotou, guess what kind of existence this Cui Ying'er has become?"
In the corner of the inn, Zhou Yi changed his arm and continued to hold his chin.
The five-inch head was in almost the same posture, holding the cow's chin and sitting on the square table next to Zhou Yi.
"No wonder the mage didn't eat her bilo that day. It turns out that at that time... she was no longer human. Sure enough, the mage's charm is unstoppable!"
"Shaocha topic. It seems that you, a congenital geek, don't know what it is."
"This... to be honest with the Master, this Cui Ying'er is neither a ghost nor a demon, but she looks like a ghost and a demon. I really can't see through it. I would like to ask the Master to tell me, what kind of alien is this Cui Ying'er?"
In front of Zhou Yi, there is a secret place that Haotou cannot see.
Lines of small black characters emerged from mid-air.
It has the geomantic feng shui of Pingsha Town.
There are some strange things that have happened on the adjacent Lingnan Road in recent years.
There are also weird existences similar to Cui Ying'er in other places in the world.
…
These little black words finally come together.
It also made Zhou Yi understand what happened to Cui Ying'er.
He gently tapped the head of the cow with his fingers, looking far and wide.
"In this world, there is a kind of being who is born on the red sand day, dies on the black sand day, and is buried in the flying sand.
Pingsha Town has no rain all year round and is extremely dry. It is a saline-alkali land where plants are difficult to grow. It is also an extremely rare sandy land in Feng Shui.
And this Lady Cui had already died three years ago when her brother Cui Hu was imprisoned in the mural.
But after her death, she was never officially buried.
There is a saying: The fault of not burying the body will turn the corpse into a monster. The zombie will travel thousands of miles and bleed for an area.
Lady Cui...has become a zombie!"
When Zhou Yi said this, he deliberately did not lower his voice.
Not far away, Qi Zhener's eyes were stiff and his mind was buzzing.
The expressions of the four people who were besieging Cui Ying'er all changed.
They had not discovered before that besides Mrs. Qi, there was anyone alive in the inn.
It wasn't until the soft voice sounded that the four of them were startled.
What really shocked them was the man's last words.
"Zombie... zombie? How is that possible? She stole the fairy fruit!"
Shen Luoyan's charming face has been shrouded in a ferocious look.
She gritted her teeth and drifted into the inn with her peripheral vision, only to see a tall and tall man sitting cross-legged in that dim corner with flowing clothes.
In the darkness, it was impossible to see the person's face clearly, but the outlines of the man's sword and axe, as if he were a god coming to the world, made people awe-inspiring.
Her heart trembled slightly.
This moment of distraction revealed a flaw.
That pale hand penetrated the heavy energy and hit Shen Luoyan on the right shoulder.
Snapped!
Half of Shen Luoyan's body suddenly became bloody and bloody, and he flew backwards, falling hard into the ruins of the inn.
She just groaned, held up her arms, and tried hard to stand up, but when she saw the missing half of her arm, a trace of sadness and despair could not help but appear in her eyes.
Without Shen Luoyan, it would be difficult for the other three to support them.
Yao Lao Feng Zhong's legs were beaten to pieces from the knees down.
When the country collapsed, Wei Zishan was hit in the neck by Lady Cui's palm. He tilted his head and fell to the ground, his body twitching and his breath was like a gossamer.
"Ying'er! Wake up quickly!"
Cui Hu stared at his sister walking towards him, his eyes were red, and he growled in pain.
He took great pains to lead Cui Ying'er back to Pingsha Inn, hoping to make his sister fall in love with the scene and restore her sanity.
Their brothers and sisters lost their parents when they were young and became beggars wandering the streets.
Later, although he was taken aback by the hidden door and put into the door wall, he was forced to separate.
It wasn't until a few years ago that my sister was ordered to come to Pingsha Town and stay at the Luoxia Inn that the brother and sister were reunited.
The past few years in the inn were a happy time that neither of them could forget.
Here, they carry their most...
……puff!
Cui Hu's chest was pierced by a plain white hand, cutting off his memories.
Through the large hole in the chest, one could vaguely see a beating heart, being held in Cui Ying'er's hand.
Her long purple nails were already pierced through.
"ah!"
Cui Hu let out a heartbreaking scream of pain.
The woman opposite stood on tiptoes, swaying gently as if her body was hanging in mid-air. In the depths of her pale and cold eyes, something seemed to be coming out, and she was desperately resisting.
But in the end it didn't work out.
Snapped!
Cui Hu's heart was torn apart in her palm, his body tilted, and he fell to the ground.
The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, the color of the clouds is getting darker and darker, and the blood wheel in the center is spinning faster and faster, like a blood eye slowly opening.
Suddenly...
……boom!
A tragic bloody light descended from the clouds and enveloped Cui Ying'er.
Cui Ying'er's body trembled, she looked up to the sky and howled loudly, her voice was like a jackal, and for the first time she showed human emotions - incomparable sorrow and resentment.
The bloody light falling from the sky seemed to have eyes, penetrating into Cui Ying'er's body.
Cui Ying'er's body kept swaying, her skirts fluttered, and the corpse spots and ulcers under the plain white gauze sleeves became twisted. Under the blood and needles, the sutures shrank and returned to pale skin.
An aura that is between birth and death, but does not match the yin and yang, is brewing, condensing, and rising in Cui Ying'er.
In the blink of an eye, she has broken through her original level and is still rising.
The breath rippled into the wind, sweeping across the small courtyard of the inn.
Feng Zhong, Wei Zishan and Shen Luoyan, who were still breathing, looked at this scene with sad expressions, and some regret and disbelief.
"What kind of monster is this..."
"Why do people who eat fairy fruit become so angry?"
The gentle sound of the Buddha's trumpet sounded from behind the three of them.
"Amitabha, that's because, from beginning to end, there has never been any immortal fruit."
Hearing this, the three of them were startled, and then their faces darkened.
Zhou Yi didn't know when, but he had already walked to the half-broken door of the inn, facing Cui Ying'er, but he knew in his heart that it was still not the time to take action.
He looked up in the air, at the end of the blood-colored clouds, and the faint line of blood that extended to the south of Jiannan Road.
"All of this has to start with Lingnan Road, which was desolate and full of blood.
As early as a few years ago, there were already signs of the Lingnan Rebellion.
And among your hidden sects, a certain big boss has already planned to use evil methods to refine zombies by using the evil spirit of Lingnan Blood Evil.
The candidate is naturally Cui Yinger, who was born on the red sand day, will die on the black sand day, and is buried in the flying sand..."