The heavens start from Maoshan

"It should be forced to be helpless, trapped in the street pavilion, and finally exhausted to death."

Zhang Heng counted the number of people and hesitated: "Counting the master who committed suicide, we have seen a total of eight people. Where did the rest go?"

"Yes!"

Yimao was also a little confused: "If I remember correctly, there should be twelve great monks, and now there are still four."

Zhang Heng whispered, "I hope they weren't taken away."

"That would be miserable, the end of a thousand corpses divided into corpses is not good."

Speaking of this, Yimao's eyes brightened again: "It may also be trapped in a certain basement, for example, the basement is inside a room, and there are zombies guarding the room, they can't get out, and the zombies can't get in, that's it They are in a stalemate, waiting for us to rescue them."

"It's not impossible."

Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "Just to be on the safe side, I'll call some people in and organize a search team to stand on the street and shout. In case someone is really alive, hide in the basement as you said. There will be a response."

Human life is at stake, and No. [-] Mao is unambiguous.

He just did what he did, but he didn't forgive others, muttering: "The bald donkey is troublesome. If I don't have the ability, I still have to show off. It adds to my workload for nothing."

a little.

Zhang Heng called in two teams of soldiers, took a pair himself, and handed them over to the No. [-] team.

The two led two teams and began to search in the town, and the soldiers shouted: "Is there anyone, we are here to rescue you!"

"Save me, save me!"

Not to mention, after searching twice, someone really responded.

Zhang Heng took a look and found that the voice came from a courtyard.

Kick open the door and follow the sound to find a person hidden in the well.

He sat on the bucket in the well, looked outside helplessly, and said weakly, "Help me, I've been in the well for many days, and I can't get up."

"Humans are indeed adaptive animals. There will always be people who can do everything possible to survive!"

Zhang Heng looked incredible.

When the person was pulled up and questioned, he was a resident of the town. When the zombies came, they couldn't escape, so they jumped into the well with something to eat.

Zombie belongs to soil and is not compatible with water by nature.

Hiding in the well, the zombies would not go down and bite him, so he survived like this, and today is the first time.

Unfortunately, he had already eaten all the food, and the well rope was too slippery, so he couldn't climb out by himself. If Zhang Heng and the others didn't come, he would plunge into the well and die later.

"Master, we found a man in the cellar."

As the first man was found, a second was soon found.

It's just that this person is purely cowardly.

He hid in the cellar and never dared to come out. He didn't know that the zombies couldn't move during the day, so he just hid like this.

That is to say, there is homemade rice wine in the cellar, which can be used to quench thirst and hunger, otherwise he would have killed himself long ago.

"There is no monk!"

It was a happy thing to find two survivors in a row, but Zhang Heng couldn't laugh.

Because the monks could not be found, it means that these monks have all died, and the Buddha did not bless them.

Good people don't live long.

Soon there was news from No. [-] Mao that the bodies of two great monks were found in a small alley.

So far, ten of the twelve monks have died, and the whereabouts of two remain unknown.

Chapter 115: Afterglow of Maoshan

"Marshal, we have searched the entire town, there should be no other survivors."

Soon, the searching soldiers came back one after another.

Hearing this, No. [-] Mao said from the side: "Get out, those two monks should have turned into zombies."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the sky: "It's getting dark, night is not a good time to deal with zombies."

Zhang Heng looked up to the sky.

The sun was setting, and the sky was red and bright, which was very beautiful.

But this beauty is fatal.

As the sun goes down, the zombies hiding in the houses in the small town will come out to move around. It is not 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 set up camp."

Zombies have a very keen sense of smell.

Along the wind, you can smell the human scent several miles away, and jump over along the smell.

Therefore, it is not allowed to camp near Tenteng Town, otherwise the zombies in the town will be restless, and they may break through the wall and run out.

tata tao...

Before dark, the troops retreated ten miles away and stationed on the side of a hill.

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

"It's very lively!"

Under the moonlight.

I saw a lot of figures in Tengteng Town, and many people worshiping the moon stood on the roof.

These people stretched out their arms and gathered together in twos and threes. Some even fought for a good position. Those who were defeated could only go to the lower roofs to worship. It looked very interesting.

"I've seen a lot of zombies praying to the moon, but it's the first time I've seen so many zombies praying to the moon together."

The first Mao also held a telescope in his hand: "Look at these zombies, they have distinct levels. Only the strong can stand on the second floor of the small building, and the weak can only stand obediently 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 slightly: "Look at the northwest corner, there are a few zombies fighting all the time there!"

"Have it?"

First Mao raised his binoculars 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. Some zombies suck the corpse breath of other zombies. This is rare among zombies. Could it be that they are fighting for the king of corpses?"

A group with a hierarchical concept will have a leader.

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

The same goes for zombies.

When their number reaches a certain level, they will also elect a corpse king internally to lead the entire zombie group.

"It's not like fighting for the corpse king!"

Zhang Heng looked a little suspicious: "If it is fighting for the corpse king, it should only suck half of the corpse's energy from the zombies it defeats, and leave half for the other party, and then take it as a follower."

"Suck all the corpse's breath away, and the zombie will die. Zombies killing zombies are like ghosts eating ghosts. Other zombies will regard them as aliens and attack them in groups."

Yimao nodded: "It's very strange, do you want to go over and have a look?"

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said, "Let's not go, I'll let Aunt Mei go."

The first Mao was a little dazed: "Who is Aunt Mei?"

Bang! !

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

First Mao's eyes lit up: "Paper man?"

"It's a paper ghost!"

Zhang Heng didn't explain much, and quickly said to the paper ghost: "Go to that town and see what they are doing, and be careful, this is a zombie town, hide yourself when you go in." Well, you are a ghost, they are corpses, and will not welcome you."

Whoosh!

The paper ghost broke through the air and left.

No. [-] Mao stroked his chin and looked Zhang Heng up and down: "Nephew, you hid deep enough. You have a ghost on your body all day long. It's strange. Ghosts are filthy things that gather decay, disaster, and suffering." , trapped all over the body, you carry it all day, there is no reason why I can't find it!"

"How did you find out?"

Zhang Heng took out a handkerchief from his arms: "This is the picture of soldiers and immortals of the Lushan School, which is specially used to raise ghosts. I usually wrap paper ghosts with soldiers and immortals. can not tell."

"A magic weapon of the Lushan sect?"

The first mao's face became serious: "Those people are not good people. Although they are separated from the Jingming sect and are also well-known and decent, their style of doing things is sinister and vicious. it is good."

"I have never dealt with them, this picture..."

Zhang Heng organized his words: "One day when I practiced Qi in the morning, I saw the white crane coming to the east, and sent me a picture. Look, it's this one."

"White Crane's offer of pictures, is that an exaggeration?"

The first Mao acted like I don't study much, so don't lie to me.

But after thinking about it, he murmured in his heart again: "Could it be that my senior nephew really has great luck, great opportunity, and is a real fairy seed like senior brother Zhai Xing?"

Zhaixing Taoist talent is unparalleled, with unsurpassed talent, and is recognized by Maoshan and even the Taoist sect as the seed of true immortality, and it will become immortal in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Although Zhang Heng's talent is not that scary.

But he is just like Duobao Boy, the last time it was the turtle who offered the sword, this time it was the white crane who offered the picture.

Next time, shouldn't it be time for an old man to present three volumes of the Heavenly Book?

Good guy, in the Dharma-ending era, two true immortal seeds came out of one sect. This is putting the patriarch into the frying pan, and there is so much smoke.

"I can't afford to provoke you!"

No. [-] Mao secretly looked at Zhang Heng, and thought to himself: "Speak more properly in the future, 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 catch it, and the paper ghost landed on his hands, jumped up and down his shoulders, and whispered in his ear.

"Well, I see."

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

"Bald Zombie?"

No. [-] Mao's eyes widened: "The remaining two of the twelve eminent monks of Fatai Temple?"

Zhang Heng nodded silently: "Those two eminent monks have turned into corpses. I don't know if they were profound in Buddhism or for some other reason. In short, they have been attacking other zombies. There are already dozens of zombies who died in their hands. Too many."

"It's incredible!"

No. [-] Mao expressed admiration: "Even if you become a zombie, you are still fighting zombies. After I read it, this incident can be written in Maoshan's annals, and the heroic deeds of the two masters will be passed down."

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

Yimao didn't object either, and raised his binoculars to continue watching.

After looking at it for a while, an exclamation came out of his mouth: "A black zombie has made a move!"

Zhang Heng also quickly picked up the binoculars.

In sight, a tall zombie was grabbing two thin zombies and biting them hard on the neck.

Accompanied by the twitching of the body, the two zombies quickly stopped struggling, and fell down limply.

"Good and evil confront each other, fight for life!"

Zhang Heng sighed, and praised: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

"It's a pity!" First Mao put down the binoculars and whispered: "It would be great if they waited for us. Why bother to go in and die with this little means?"

Zhang Heng shook his head: "Go back to sleep, my troops will arrive tomorrow, and I will avenge the masters by then."

"It can only be this way."