[Comprehensive martial arts] Zhilan Yushu

After breakfast, the group of them set off.Considering the issue of safety, the group chose to walk on the official road, but there was really no other way, and then took the small road.

As they walked farther along the Luoshui River, the withering of the trees seemed to be getting worse. Even though the river water still looked clear, it looked really ghostly, making people feel creepy.

"Brother, these trees have turned into the withered appearance they are now because the river water is actually polluted?" Lan Tingzhi pulled the sleeve of the tree and said softly: "Then is it possible that the trees withered so much? The more serious the place, the more likely it is the place where the Red Clothes Sect poisoned it?"

"It makes sense, so," Lan Tingshu raised his finger and pointed: "We are approaching the water source."

"Brother, I was actually thinking that the Luoshui River is polluted, so we can tell from the trees on both sides of the river that the tree roots absorb the water in the Luoshui River, causing the phenomenon of withering." Lan Tingzhi analyzed: " So, what about the vegetables irrigated by the water of the Luoshui River? What about the land in Luodao watered by the water of the river?"

"It's possible, as you guessed, that these will be polluted and poisonous by the river water."

"In this case, Luo Dao may not be able to live in a hundred years." Huizhen listened beside him, sighing softly, with compassion in her tone.

"There is someone in front." Ye Qinghan said suddenly, and his words made everyone instantly alert. Lan Tingshu held the flute tightly, Lan Tingyu held the piano with one hand, and Ye Qinghan held the sword tightly in his hand.

In the early morning of Luodao, the air is filled with lingering mist, as if soaked in a layer of hazy white gauze, which makes people instinctively raise their vigilance to the highest point.

In such mist, under their eyes, a lonely figure slowly stepped out.Because of the smog, they couldn't see each other's appearance clearly, but from the figure, they could tell that the other party was a tall man.

Emmmmm, with this body type, it is impossible for her to be a woman.

From the sound, it can be heard that the opponent's steps are firm, and it can be clearly seen that he is carrying something huge on his back, but the steps are very light, and it can be judged that the opponent is a martial arts practitioner, and his internal strength should not be weak.

But when this person walked out of the mist, when they saw his appearance clearly, everyone present tensed up.

The gray complexion is no doubt similar to that of the corpse, but the indifferent and sharp eyes make people feel that he is still alive, and the body of this corpse still has soul and will.

And the huge thing on his back is a huge coffin. They can see that the coffin is firmly bound by layers of Taoist swords.

"You, are you the hero Murong?" Lan Tingzhi stared at the coffin on his back, and suddenly remembered that when Bao Fengfeng and Bao Fengfeng listened to Uncle Zhao's talk yesterday, one of the people he admired the most was Murong Chasing the Wind with a coffin on his back.

But, but Uncle Zhao didn't say, Murong Zhuifeng is a corpse!

"What's the matter?" Murong Zhuifeng opened his mouth now, his voice was slightly hoarse and rough, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.But it can be heard that he speaks rationally, which shows that he still has the thinking and rationality of a normal person. Everyone's eyes can't help but fall on the giant sword in his hand, which is still bleeding and stained with the flesh and blood of the corpse.

Murong Zhuifeng noticed their gazes, and said coldly: "These zombies do not belong to this world. My mission is to send them back to where they should go. The dead must rest in peace."

"Yes, but you..."

Murong Zhuifeng said coldly, "As you can see, I am a poisonous person." Speaking of this, he laughed at himself, "Or, I can't even talk about a person."

"There are many wandering zombies scattered in Lidu City. They keep devouring all kinds of things and attacking all the living people they can see. These evil spirits should be eliminated. Although killing them can't eradicate this scourge, at least it can delay them. Explosion." Murong Zhuifeng looked at them, his eyes were firm and cold: "Because of this, I, Murong Zhuifeng, must not die until the zombies are gone!"

Lan Tingyu couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but he thought about the imperial court's inaction, ah, he couldn't say inaction, they directly closed the city regardless of the lives of Luodao people, and he also wanted to do something: "The court Yu is willing to do his best for Senior Murong to eradicate the dead man."

This senior shouted willingly and sincerely.

"How can I lose my pure Yang Palace disciples in eliminating demons and defending Dao?" Ye Qinghan also said: "Poverty Dao is also willing to do his part."

"Amitabha," Huizhen clasped his hands together: "The poor monk wishes to save the dead and let those poor people return to dust."

"My daughter of Qixiufang is not only good at singing and dancing." Lan Tingzhi drew out her swords, her eyes were firm: "I am willing to work with my brother to eradicate cancer."

"The scourge of corpses, my Five Immortals sect is obliged to do so."

"Thousand Flowers Valley are mostly doctors who save lives and heal the wounded, but they don't see corpses hurting the people." Lan Tingshu smiled.

Murong Zhuifeng never expected that these people would ask to help him. After all, just looking at the corpse makes people want to run away. He was silent for a moment, and finally said lightly: "If that's the case, then I'll ask you all."

"There is a zombie not far away. This zombie is very scary. People nearby call it the impermanent ghost."

"He has great martial arts skills. I failed to kill him. I hope you all can help me eradicate the ghost of impermanence." He paused for a moment, as if his whole body trembled. Maybe this was just an illusion: "He should be in a broken house in the northwest corner of Lidu City right now." In the temple."

With the specific address, it is not difficult to find the place.But it is completely different from the strong, burly, and hideous corpse they imagined. No matter how you look at this impermanent ghost, he was just a person who knew martial arts but not too high in martial arts.

"Isn't it wrong?"

"No, he is the only corpse in this ruined temple."

"Then, let's do it."

After the flash of the sword, the impermanent ghost was beheaded by a sword, and he died utterly.

Lan Tingyu frowned slightly, turned her head to look at Huizhen and Ye Qinghan: "It's very strange."

"That's right." Huizhen nodded: "This corpse named Wuchanggui is not particularly strong. Murong Zhuifeng won't be able to beat him."

"So, Murong Zhuifeng hid something from us." Ye Qing said coldly.

"Let's take a step and take a look."

Wrap the impermanent ghost's head with a rag, so as not to get the dirty blood everywhere, and also to avoid getting it on his own hands.Lan Tingzhi was also courageous, and after a few glances, she turned to Lan Tingshu.

"Brother, tell me, is this corpse poison the same as AIDS, as long as it is not in contact with blood, it will not be infected?"

"You're thinking simply." Lan Tingshu stretched out his hand and poked his sister's forehead with his fingers: "Since the transmission of corpse poison is through water, and the corpse poison is very likely to be transmitted through contact with the patient's skin and mucous membranes. "

"Won't it spread through the air like the T virus?" Lan Tingzhi rubbed her forehead.

"No, if it is airborne, then we have been infected in Luodao for the past few days." Lan Tingshu looked at her and comforted: "Don't think too much."

"Ah."

"Also," when it comes to virus infection, a bunch of virus names popped up in Lan Tingshu's mind: "Those wild animals, eat as little as possible or don't eat them."

Lan Tingzhi: "???"

"SARS virus, MERS coronavirus, Marburg virus, and Ebola virus, which one does not come from wild animals? Pheasant hares are fine, like bats, civet cats, especially bats, don't I feel novelty and want to try something new.”

"I don't want to live to eat that stuff?" Lan Tingzhi grinned, her expression twisted a bit: "And bats are very creepy to look at."

"You guys, do you often do this?" Huizhen's mouth twitched slightly as she looked at the brother and sister who had strayed from the topic for a long time.

Ye Qinghan didn't speak, he had an expression he was used to, and he was already used to it, because the three brothers and sisters talked together, and they would always unknowingly digress, and the ending of the digression was definitely related to eating .Ye Qinghan was no longer surprised when he saw that the three of them had inexplicably changed from talking about colds to how to make beef taste better.

"Calm down, master." Lan Tingyu comforted, and then said to the two brothers and sisters in his family who were going to "better roasted pheasant or made into beggar chicken": "Brother, little sister, don't worry about it." Thinking about eating, I'm leaving."

"Ah, okay."

When they came back, I don't know if it was Lan Tingyu's illusion, but after knowing the death of the impermanent ghost and seeing the head of the impermanent ghost, Murong Zhuifeng's back was a little bent.

But it was not an illusion that there was a particularly heavy voice coming from the coffin behind him.

He took the head of the impermanent ghost, raised his head, and looked at the gray sky of Luodao quietly. He didn't speak for a long time, only the sound of the dark wind driving the robe echoed in the valley.

The coffin behind him trembled slightly, along with Murong Zhuifeng's body.

"This is my son, he will never harm anyone again." Murong Zhuifeng said softly, then he turned his head and looked at the coffin behind him: "Madam, you can rest in peace now."

The sound of movement in the coffin became louder, and it sounded like a woman's mournful cry.

Lan Tingyu's expression froze, Ye Qinghan froze, the compassionate smile on Huizhen's face disappeared, Lan Tingshu's eyes widened, Kurom raised his hand to cover his mouth, and Lan Tingzhi burst into tears come out.

At this moment, all of them felt mixed feelings in their hearts and their eyes were astringent.

What do you not understand, what else do you not understand?

Where is he can't beat, what is he can't kill, just because he is his son, just because...

As a father, I can't bear it, and I can't do it.

"This, this coffin..."

"There is my wife in the coffin, but I can no longer let her out." He turned his head sideways, and there was an imperceptible trace of nostalgia and love in his gaze towards the coffin.

Why can't it be released?

They all know the answer.