Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 249 248. The Living Corpse (Please Subscribe!!!)

After this small encounter, not only Situ Yuan, but also other warriors in Zhenling Division realized the seriousness of the situation, and their mood became depressed, as if there was a big stone pressing down on their hearts.

They thought that even if there would be some resistance in this counter-insurgency, it should be safe and sound.

However, the reality gave them a blow to the head!
Don't look at An Le suppressing more than a dozen refugees with a single palm, and he looks very relaxed, but you must know that he is a strong man in the fifth realm!
Such characters are rare in the entire Zhenling Division.

If these warriors did not encounter An Le's help today, they would have to pay a very tragic price. The previous batch of warriors who asked for help was a bloody example.

In the heavy atmosphere, Ye Linger quietly tugged on the corner of La Anle's clothes, hesitant to speak.

Soon, An Le took her to a place where there was no one else, and asked softly.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Ye Linger's expression was very serious, and she said with some uncertainty: "Where have I heard of this kind of immortality?"

"Ok?"

An Le's eyes froze, and he was rarely surprised.

Out of the protection of his senior sister, he did not inform him of the information he had obtained during the deduction in advance, but then Anle remembered that Ye Linger had lived in Taixu Palace far longer than him. Except for one point, it is an immortal cultivator who is too orthodox. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he naturally knows many secrets that he does not know.

Ye Linger thought hard for a while, and then said: "That's right! Master once said that there is a magic technique created by evil cultivators, called corpse transformation technique, which can transform mortals into living corpses."

"The characteristics of the living corpse are very similar to those refugees who have practiced the Immortal Method."

"Infinite strength, unafraid of death, and infected with corpse poison due to wounds."

Hearing this, An Le narrowed his eyes: "Corpse Transformation?"

"In other words, this matter has something to do with cultivators?"

This is a direction he had never imagined before.

After knowing the weird existence of the "human immortal law", An Le had already searched for its source in the deduction, but there was no substantial progress.

He originally thought that this was some kind of ancient and evil belief, or the influence of some kind of strange thing in heaven and earth, but he didn't expect to hear this information from his senior sister.

Ye Linger paused, and continued: "Under the rule of Taixu Palace, similar turmoil seems to have occurred, but after being noticed by the monks, they were quickly suppressed and quelled, without causing too much disturbance."

"So there was such a thing."

An Le stroked her chin, thinking silently.

He was not surprised that Taixu Palace could quickly suppress this kind of disturbance.

Although immortal cultivators and warriors have many things in common, they also have quite a few differences.

Like a living corpse transformed from a refugee, it is very difficult for a warrior. Once a close fight is fought, a little carelessness will fall into danger.

But among cultivators, there are countless spells and magic circles that can deal with such stupid and reckless enemies.

If the cultivator of transforming spirits takes action, a large-scale spell can eliminate a large number of living corpses, and there may be a way to restrain the corpse transforming technique.

This is not to say that warriors are inferior to immortal cultivators, but that the latter are superior in terms of the variety of methods.

"Who exactly spread this evil law to the Great Thai Dynasty?"

Thinking about it, An Le suddenly came up with a guess: "Could it be that Taixu Palace provoked civil strife in the Great Tai Dynasty in order to quell the war as soon as possible, so..."

His heart felt a little cold.

It has to be said that this conjecture is indeed possible.

War is cruel, and it is not surprising that some low-handed means are used in order to win.

However, without sufficient evidence, guesses are just guesses.

An Le couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He suppressed his distracting thoughts, and when he was about to return to the camp, there were a few unkind shouts not far away.

"Who tied them up? Let go!"

"Jade-faced scholar Lu Bin?"

"Hehe, are you listening to me or to him?"

An Le and Ye Linger walked back near the camp, and saw a shining bald head.

This man was ferocious, wearing a heavy armor that looked like a fortress, and there was a strong blood on the armor, one could tell that he was a battle-tested man.

The bald man's name is Tu Yuanwu, who is also a thousand householder in the Lingsi of Qingzhou Town.

Although An Le has met him a few times, the relationship is very estranged, and he has also heard that the other party has expressed dislike for him in private.

Seeing An Le approaching, Tu Yuanwu glared unceremoniously.

"Lu Baihu, why did you tie up my people?"

Tu Yuanwu is a man of great loyalty, and he is regarded as a brother to the warriors under him. At this time, he thought that An Le was bullying others, so naturally he didn't look good.

An Le said lightly: "They have been poisoned by the corpses. If they are not strictly guarded, they will only kill more people."

"Corpse poison? What corpse poison?"

Tu Yuanwu frowned, and immediately a warrior came to him and explained a few words.

But after listening to it, Tu Yuanwu sneered twice: "Absurd! It's just nonsense!"

"I've never heard that those refugees have such abilities, Lu Bin, why don't you find a better excuse?"

In fact, he has long been displeased with this jade-faced scholar.

With thin skin and tender flesh, she looks like a little girl. She doesn't look like a warrior at all, and she always acts timidly, which is very uncomfortable.

Tu Yuanwu loathes Anle, and there is another more important reason - he had the opportunity to become the seed of the god general of Qingzhou Zhenling Division, and he has a very good relationship with Tie Lao, but he never expected that a man who just joined Zhenling Division not long ago The newcomer was unexpectedly favored by Tie Lao, who gave him fragments of the general's armor.

Such a great opportunity was taken away, how could Tu Yuanwu not hate it?

It's normal to show this attitude right now.

Hearing Tu Yuanwu's words, An Le's expression remained unchanged, she cupped her hands and said, "In that case, I'll take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, he left with Situ Yuan and several warriors under him.

Before leaving, An Le looked at the other people under Tu Yuanwu's subordinates with pity.

Seeing his reaction, Tu Yuanwu's heart skipped a beat, with an ominous premonition.

At this time, the martial artist next to him asked cautiously: "Master Tu, what should we do? Do you still want to tie them up?"

Tu Yuanwu actually believed An Le's words to a certain extent, but he just said those words just now, and if he tied these three people up now, wouldn't he slap himself in the face?
He had no choice but to say bluntly: "Let them go, but keep an eye on them."

With him guarding here, nothing major should happen.

******
"Brother Lu, that bald head is so disgusting!"

Situ Yuan walked beside An Le, and said indignantly: "We are kind enough to help, but we don't show any kindness. We are really kind enough to be a donkey."

An Le didn't take it seriously, he didn't take this trivial matter to heart at all, he asked.

"The one-armed man from before, did you find out anything?"

Another warrior next to Situ Yuan showed helplessness: "He is not afraid of pain at all, even if he is tortured, he can't ask anything."

An Le had expected this for a long time, and just said: "You guys report all the information you have collected, and let me interrogate him."

Soon, he was brought to the side of the big man.

A rag was stuffed into the mouth of the one-armed man, and his whole body was bound by several thick iron chains. His flesh was torn apart, and there were several horrific scars on his body, which seemed to be traces of torture, but his There was no pain on his face, only contempt and hatred.

"You all leave."

An Le gave orders to the surrounding warriors, and they naturally followed suit.

As soon as he took the rag out of the big man's mouth, he began to curse: "God damn dog official! Things that are not as good as pigs and dogs, I..."

Before the big man could finish his swearing, An Le gave him a cold look.

The man, who had been indifferent to all kinds of cruel tortures before, suddenly trembled in his heart, and his stiff body was inexplicably cold, but he still talked with his neck stuck.

"Officer Dog, I fell into your hands this time. Rather than complaining about it, it's better to give me a good time."

After finishing speaking, the big man raised his head and pursed his mouth, looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

An Le stared at him seriously: "You'd better not force me."

The one-armed man just sneered: "Heh, if you have any tricks, you can use them! When I die and go to the fairy world, I will definitely pay you back ten times!"

An Le sighed and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had become pitch black, and the boundless depth was hidden in them.

And the one-armed man stared at by these eyes gradually lost his expression, his consciousness seemed to be withdrawn from his body, and he came to a piece of pure darkness. In that twisted depth, it seemed that countless eyes were watching him.

The man's superficial culture makes it impossible to describe his feelings at this time in words. He just feels like he has been thrown into the endless deep sea, and he has a fear of his own insignificance.

He had already lost his sense of physical pain, but the panic and despair brought about by his spirit and soul submerged him like a tide.

"no no……"

The big man let out a broken wail, tears streaming down his face.

He fainted for half a minute, and then woke up suddenly, panting heavily, sweating with a foul smell, and then looked at An Le in front of him with extremely fearful eyes.

"You, what the hell are you?"

An Le's expression was flat: "You don't need to know who I am."

"Next, I ask, you answer."

Facing An Le's gaze, the man only felt a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart, as if it had already entered the depths of his soul.

'He is definitely not human! '

'demon!This is an inhuman monster! '

The man couldn't help roaring in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any strangeness on his face, and said tremblingly, "Okay."

Although he is not afraid of death, it does not mean that he is willing to die in extreme terror.

An Le looked at him and said, "I see your body shape and muscles, you used to be a martial artist, right?"

"Speaking is also methodical, unlike ordinary farmers, the family conditions should be good."

The one-armed man replied honestly: "My family used to have a Zhuangzi who raised more than a dozen people, so I had the opportunity to practice martial arts."

Speaking of this, his eyes became more bloodshot, and he said bitterly: "If it wasn't for the imperial court, because of you...their dog officials, how could I have fallen to this point?"

"The little bastard from the county magistrate's family fell in love with my sister, collected taxes again and again, said they were going to war, confiscated the family's pigs and sheep, and later injured my parents, forcing my family to die!"

"I was so angry that I beat the little beast to death with a stick, and then fled to the mountains with my family."

"Originally, we were almost starving to death, but luckily we met a good man who taught us the Immortal Art, and only then did we have a way to survive."

When the man said this, his tone was full of gratitude.

Apparently, even now, he still thinks the Immortal Law is a good thing.

An Le didn't argue with him on this point. People who practice the Immortal Law are like brainwashed fanatics, and it's useless to talk too much.

They only believe what they want to believe.

And, from another point of view, which one is more unfortunate, starving to death or turning into a living corpse?

Feeling no pain is a good thing for these civilians living in despair.

An Le actually had some sympathy for them in his heart, but he also knew very well that when the refugees practiced the Immortal Method and spread corpse poison on a large scale, they were already on the road of self-destruction.

Don't care about right and wrong, An Le just asked: "What does the person who taught you the Immortal Law look like?"

The one-armed man showed hesitation at first, and after thinking hard, he was startled, and said with a little confusion: "I forgot..."

"forget?"

An Le frowned and looked at the man.

His demeanor didn't seem to be fake, it seemed that he really didn't remember the person's appearance, and he had never noticed this before.

An Le's mood became more and more heavy: "Does the other party have the means to forget the memory?"

The unknown monk is very cunning and cautious, and may have used this method on everyone who has seen his true face.

But this gave An Le a faint sense of familiarity.

He continued to ask, "Why were you sent here?"

The one-armed man didn't dare to hide it: "The people above said that some lackeys from the imperial court will come, let us intercept it."

Sure enough, their attack was premeditated.

With these forces, it is undoubtedly very crazy for ordinary people to dare to take the initiative to attack the warriors of Zhenling Division, and they would never accept such a task.

However, most of the refugees who practice the Immortal Law have gone crazy, and only they will unconditionally carry out this kind of action of sending them to death.

An Le even suspected that these refugees themselves were used as expendable items by some members of the rebel army, so that they would cause some trouble to the army of the Great Thai Dynasty before they completely turned into living corpses that would bite anyone.

Even if it's just a little loss, it's a huge profit.

Every warrior in the Zhenling Division needs several years of training before they can fight, but in the war-torn Liuzhou, the most indispensable thing is refugees, and they can catch a lot of them.

Such an exchange is undoubtedly what the enemy would like to see.

Next, An Le asked some information from the man, and then handed him over to others.

The warriors were all very surprised to see the change in attitude of the one-armed man.

Now he even has a bit of nervous breakdown, as if he is worried that he will be fatally attacked at any time.

When he left An Le's side, the man heaved a long sigh of relief, as if he had escaped the gaze of some kind of monster.

Everyone didn't dare to think about what exactly Lu Baihu had done to turn the unyielding man who had resisted death into what he is now.

******
at dusk.

The post road seemed extraordinarily quiet and empty, and the untended roadside was overgrown with weeds, giving off a desolate atmosphere.

The smell of rancid blood wafted faintly in the air in the distance.

This is a very prosperous main road, but now there is only a scene of decay and dilapidation. The post station not far away has been smashed and damaged, and there are a few stripped corpses lying there. Everyone can't help but feel a little bit sad.

"Roar... Roar!"

At this moment, a hoarse roar suddenly came from the ruins of the station.

A living corpse that could barely make out the human form got out and rushed towards the crowd.

Its body was highly decomposed, black and viscous blood mixed with mud, without distinction, and the pale bones on its face were directly exposed to the air.

This living corpse is not tall, but rather petite, and her abdomen seems to be a little swollen. Before she was alive, she was most likely a pregnant woman.

boom!
There was no need for An Le to make a move, and the warriors around him quickly exploded the heads of the living corpses.

This is the crux of the living corpse.

With its head lost, it staggered and fell to the ground, and was burned by the warrior with a fire, and everyone was relieved.

After traveling for more than half a day, the warriors of Zhenling Division have also gained some experience in handling living corpses. As long as the warriors of the three realms wrap their bodies with blood, they will basically not be injured by ordinary living corpses. Corpse, the situation is naturally another matter.

"Why are these ghosts everywhere?"

Situ Yuan sighed and couldn't help saying.

Along the way, scattered living corpses can be seen almost everywhere.

They often wander aimlessly in ruins and forests, and once they smell the breath of living people, they will attack desperately.

That is to say, the warriors of Zhenling Division are all elites, otherwise there would have been casualties long ago.

What weighed their hearts the most was that since they entered Liuzhou territory, they had not even met a living person once.

Obviously, the people of Liuzhou either fled here, or became part of the living corpses.

Seeing this scene, An Le sighed in his heart: "It's a scene that only appears in Resident Evil."

Many warriors were very depressed and seemed extremely depressed.

They no longer want to think about how many people died in Liuzhou now.

Even if he and the others succeed in suppressing the rebellion, the entire Liuzhou will be almost completely destroyed.

At this time, a message came from An Le's token, asking them to gather at a place ahead, count the number of casualties, and report the situation.

Not long after, An Le and others arrived at the newly built camp.

The figure of the eunuch Xie Gaoguang is not far away, which means that the mysterious nobleman is also here.

Among the crowd, An Le saw another bald head.

Tu Yuanwu looked a little embarrassed, the number of warriors behind him decreased significantly, and the three injured people were nowhere to be seen.

Noticing Anle's gaze, Tu Yuanwu's face became more and more ugly, but he still walked over.

Situ Yuan immediately stood in front of An Le, and asked coldly, "Lord Tu, what's the matter with you?"

Tu Yuanwu stared at An Le, and said sullenly, "You are right."

"I apologize for my earlier recklessness."

(End of this chapter)