After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Those filthy and ugly flesh and blood began to squeeze and tangle with each other little by little, and finally gathered behind the monk into an indescribable bright red lump of flesh.

The corpses interspersed in the flesh can still vaguely see the original parts. The stumped limbs and severed arms have obviously fallen off from the original body, but they are still tearing and fighting each other in the sticky and foul-smelling blood. The bright red protruding eyeballs stared at each other, and the mandible, which didn't even have any flesh, snapped and bit the lump of flesh beside him.Low, noisy whimpers rippled from their gaps, and then swelled into an unbearably loud chorus.

"Woooooooo..."

"I seem to be going home..."

"Mom, it hurts..."

"I hate you, I hate you, I must kill you with my own hands..."

……

Lin Mao listened to the frantic and painful moans in shock, but his gaze remained on the body of the person in front of him.

It was only at this time that he suddenly realized that the other party's seemingly perfect body was actually a part of these meatballs.

The monk's feet were deeply embedded in the sticky and chaotic lumps of flesh, and reddish blood vessels and tentacles protruded from under his skin, connecting with the large pool of disgusting corpses around him.

Mo Luo tried to walk towards "Lin Mao", but when he took a step, the howling and moaning from the corpse instantly became more sharp and painful.

Even the monk himself had a face change the moment one of his feet left the stones.

Although it was only for a short moment, Lin Mao didn't feel that the criss-crossing wrinkles and sagging skin he saw on the other's face were hallucinations at all.

The reason why the opponent can maintain this almost perfect body and appearance is because he is continuously absorbing the fresh blood from the corpses behind his feet.

And in order to stimulate the little bit of blood they have left, Moro is not hesitating to use the link between himself and them to frantically torture "them" who should have been buried in the ground in an invisible form.

The answer emerged very clearly in Lin Mao's mind in the dream.

【"No……"】

Lin Mao heard himself crying like Moro.

【"If you want to use this method to obtain longevity, then you might as well just let me do it."】

【"I'm really tired...Moro, let me go, I'll make you live forever..."】

The moment the voice fell, "Lin Mao" felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He suddenly lowered his head, and saw "my" hands really inserted on his white and thin chest.

【"No no no no no-please-no-"】

Moro not far away let out a long cry.

He frantically rushed in the direction of "Lin Mao". After getting rid of those pieces of meat, he became old and ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Probably because the previous state was too perfect, now his original appearance has become particularly horrible.

Lin Mao had never seen such an old but still alive person.

There is not even a piece of skin on his body that can be called stretched, and even the pupils that are as clear as spring water are hidden in the drooping eyelids.

And the tears left in the eye sockets seeped into the net-shaped skin folds in a short moment, and disappeared without a trace.

Everything is so fast, and everything is so late.

The moment Mo Luo approached "Lin Mao", the severe pain almost completely annihilated Lin Mao's consciousness.

it hurts--

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—

"Lin Mao" panted heavily, but was so painful that he couldn't even make a sound.

A warm and sticky feeling came from his fingertips, Lin Mao lowered his head and clearly saw what "himself" dug out from his chest.

It was a beating heart.

At this moment, "Lin Mao"'s vision had completely turned blood red.

【"for you……"】

A moan as thin as gossamer came out with difficulty from the slit in the throat.

Moro seemed to be screaming, and the smell of blood in the air suddenly became extremely thick.

Lin Mao could feel that "my" body was slowly falling down, but what blocked his vision was the bright red meat that seemed to be completely submerged.

Deep sadness mixed with relief slowly overflowed in this body.

It should be because he was about to die, Lin Mao clearly felt that even the pain was gradually going away.

Mo Luo's distorted face filled "Lin Mao"'s little vision, and the warm liquid dripped continuously on his face, but "he" didn't want to care about it at all.

Ah, so easy...

In a trance, Lin Mao heard the real owner of this body, the soul that existed in this body thousands of years ago, let out a low murmur.

Then, the light dimmed.

……

"Master?!"

"Master! Can you still hear me..."

Chang Xiaoqing's voice seemed to come from far away above the surface of the water.

Then came Ji Wuming's voice.

"I still have to find a doctor again. Hey, you just said that you were serious about killing this monk, right?"

After a short pause, Ji Wuming said again: "Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't Master also get dizzy before? Just now I saw that his body temperature and pulse were normal...Okay, okay, I don't I said it, you pretend I didn't say it..."

Lin Mao's eyelashes moved, and finally opened his eyes slowly.

The first person to appear in front of him was naturally Chang Xiaoqing.

"Master!"

The grey-white long-haired man's face was distressingly emaciated. After realizing that Lin Mao had woken up, he seemed to be worried that this was just a sweet dream, and even the fingertips that came closer were trembling.

"Are you really awake?"

Chang Xiaoqing stared at Lin Mao hoarsely, and asked in disbelief.

"I……"

Just as Lin Mao was about to speak, Ji Wuming's rough answer was inserted next to him.

"Wake up, wake up, don't think you are dreaming again, I am beside you, Master is really awake."

Lin Mao couldn't catch his breath and was forced to cough twice.

After finally recovering, Lin Mao looked around him, and found that he was no longer in the narrow and crude carriage.

The place where he is now is probably an inn...

But Lin Mao was a little unsure in his heart.

Because this place is really a bit too dilapidated, even the back room where Yao Xiaohua and Yao Xiaohua borrowed after arguing, is much cleaner and brighter than here.The place where he is now, is called a room, rather it is a room made out of ruined walls. It is said to be a ruin, but there are doors and windows, and new straw is laid on the top.

"This is where?"

Lin Mao felt strange and couldn't help asking.

It's not that he is spoiled and can't endure hardships and can't live in such a dilapidated hotel, but because he knows Chang Xiaoqing's temper well. He hates that he has wronged Lin Mao the most in his life. As for finding such a dilapidated place for Lin Mao to live.

Lin Mao was secretly anxious, for fear that Chang Xiaoqing would encounter some difficulties during the period when he was unconscious.

And just as he asked, someone beside Chang Xiaoqing took the lead and answered: "It's a hotel, Master, don't look at this place, it's already a good place to live in this land, it's really not what the younger brother wants. neglect you."

Chang Xiaoqing: "..."

Ever since Ji Wuming was rescued, Chang Xiaoqing found that she became silent more and more often.

However, Ji Wuming's words were not false, this room is so simple, but it is really a serious hotel room.

And if it wasn't for Ji Wumingsheng's brilliance, and Chang Xiaoqing had to show off his martial arts to outsiders, I'm afraid their group would not be able to grab such a house with a door and a roof.

"If you don't believe me, Master, you can look outside."

Lin Mao frowned, pushed open the window sill and looked out——

The place where they were was happened to be on the second floor, and they could see the scene downstairs at a glance.

I saw a big place where Wuyang Wuyang sat or lay down, but it was actually crowded with people.

And those people have burdens, big and small, around them.People who know that they have a small fortune by looking at their clothes are sideways guarding their carts, and the boxes and cages on the carts are piled up like a mountain, while those who know that their families are poor by just looking at them are more or less carrying poles and bags by their side.

Obviously, these people are not only huddled here by themselves, but also huddled here in fear with all their belongings on their backs.

Moreover, the faces of these people were full of exhaustion and bewilderment. Except for a few children who innocently and ignorantly chased and beat them in the small and crowded yard occasionally, the others were all silent.

An inexplicable twilight atmosphere permeated these people, and just one glance was enough to shock Lin Mao.

"How is this going?"

He lowered the window and asked back.

This time, the two people in the room were silent for a while.

In the end, it was Chang Xiaoqing who spoke quietly: "It is said that there is a plague in the capital."

"Plague? Are you saying that the people downstairs are refugees who fled from the capital to escape the plague?"

Lin Mao almost felt that Chang Xiaoqing was joking.

Of course there will be plagues and wars in the capital, but the capital is not elsewhere, but at the feet of the emperor.

Even if it was a real plague, some court ministers tried their best to control the situation before it became serious.And the people in the capital are even more aware of the fact that the roots of the imperial city are good to enjoy the shade. After so many years, they have experienced wars and chaos, but they have never thought of leaving their hometown to become a refugee.

However, the naked reality was displayed in front of Lin Mao so bloody.

There are still more than ten days away from the capital, but this small resting town on the border has been overcrowded by the refugees from the capital.

According to the news that Chang Xiaoqing and Ji Wuming inquired, this matter is indeed strange.

The plague that prevails in the capital city is completely different from common diseases. People who are sick may walk, eat and sleep as usual the day before, but they just have a slight cough and fever. He could only see the clothes left on the bed, wrapped in a ball of foul-smelling bloody mucus.

For a living person, his flesh and bones would completely melt overnight, turning into such a puddle of corpse water in the end.

And anyone who smells that smell or is stained with that corpse water will follow in the footsteps of the previous person within a few days.

It's only half a month's work, and because of this disease, the capital is already empty.

It was those quick-witted people who fled in haste to barely take their lives.

So people like Chang Xiaoqing and Ji Wuming, in the end, barely won such a dilapidated wing room for Lin Mao to recuperate.

After all, although the house was dilapidated, it was thousands of times better than the one downstairs.

"There are even more bizarre things..."

Ji Wuming looked puzzled, and continued to speak.

"I heard people say that this plague is still a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster."

"What did you say?"

Lin Mao could only hear Ji Wuming's muttering, and for some reason, he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, what Ji Wuming said next really made his face even uglier.

"Many people say that this plague came from the palace—it was Prince Qiong who practiced witchcraft in the palace and wanted to seize the throne. After being discovered by His Royal Highness Yun, he hated himself for not accomplishing the big thing, so he tried to kill him. Before being kept in captivity, he worked with that...Gong Ningzi from the Chizheng Mansion..."

"Gong Ningzi released the plague together with the crown prince?"

Lin Mao was so angry that he smiled instead of angry.