no one knows better than me

When Zhuang Qingliu saw her draw her sword without saying a word, she thought that something serious had happened, but when she turned her head to look carefully, it turned out that she had encountered a group of low-level walking corpses slowly encircling her from the front left.

After death, the corpse is very easy to change, such as exposing the corpse to the wilderness, burying it in bad feng shui, or being disturbed, etc. Therefore, such things as walking corpses are not uncommon. Most of them have no spiritual consciousness and just wander around by instinct. Looking for living people to make troubles and sucking Yang Qi, generally it can be eliminated or transformed.

The only strange thing is that the three of them have just descended the mountain, and this place is still on the edge of the Meizhou Immortal Mansion. Ordinary walking corpses will instinctively avoid it, and it is unlikely that they will subconsciously come here.

After Zhuang Qingliu looked at it, just as she was about to get closer to observe, Mei Hualan next to her suddenly picked up her waist and swept her past without saying hello.

"..." Convenience is convenience, but why is it that the waist is said to be hugged.

As soon as the two of them landed lightly, Mei Siji had already withdrawn her sword and knocked down all the walking corpses.Just as Zhuang Qingliu was about to say a few words of praise, he really deserved to be the best of the new generation of Mei family disciples, with such a quick technique, but he suddenly glanced behind her out of the corner of his eye, and blurted out: "Be careful!"

Mei Siji flew up at the same time as she spoke, and turned to another direction with her sword.

It turned out that there was another wave of walking corpses swarming quietly behind them. The level of this wave was obviously higher than that of the previous wave, and their actions were much faster. Some of them had mutated, and their faces and fingers were moldy green.

Mei Hualan still didn't move, and left it to Mei Siji to deal with. Walking corpses, no matter how high the level is, are not a big threat, and they happen to be a common practice thing for junior disciples.

Zhuang Qingliu took the opportunity to look away, and was about to look around when a trembling sound came from a tall fir tree above his head: "——help, help!"

She looked up and saw a middle-aged man covered in dust, unkempt, holding the tree trunk tightly with his hands and shaking non-stop. From this angle, he could just see the tattered soles of his shoes, as if he had left Not far away or from somewhere.

Zhuang Qing pointed to the side clearly and asked him: "Are you chased here by these walking corpses?"

"Yes, yes... Exactly." The man's voice was hoarse, and he stared at Mei Siji in horror and drove away all the walking corpses before he murmured, "It's okay, it's finally okay."

It seemed that he was an ordinary person, so frightened, Zhuang Qingliu couldn't help laughing and said: "Yes, it's okay, you come down first."

As her words fell, Mei Hualan flicked her sleeves, and the middle-aged man fell lightly to the ground.

Mei Siji put away his sword, stepped forward and kindly handed him a pot of water, lowered his head and asked: "What's going on? Who are you? Why did you attract these walking corpses to follow you here?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be extremely thirsty, he quickly took a few mouthfuls of thanks, and then he took a breath and said, "I... I come from Xuanzhou in Shangzi!"

"Shangzi?" Zhuang Qingliu twitched his eyelids, turned his head slightly, and exchanged a glance with Mei Hualan.

"Yes, Shangzi." The middle-aged man's eyes dimmed, and he leaned against the tree and said in a hoarse voice, "I am originally from Yancheng nearby, and half a month ago I went to Xuanzhou in Shangzi with my son to do business, but he died of illness. , I bought a coffin, collected the body, and drove back by boat and car all the way, and took him back to his hometown for burial."

Yancheng is a prosperous city in Meizhou. It is very close to here. Mei Siji thought for a while and said: "From Xuanzhou to Yancheng, whether you take water or drive a car, you should not pass through here. You Why did it appear here?"

"I... I escaped with great difficulty!" The middle-aged man turned blue and spoke a little incoherently, "My son died of a sudden illness, so as soon as I was on the road, I felt extremely restless behind me, as if something was going on Follow, and since yesterday evening when I landed, no matter where I go or how I dodge, these...these walking corpses will always come up from all directions, following behind me all the time, no matter how hard I try to shake them off!"

Mei Siji frowned slightly upon hearing this.

The middle-aged man took a breath and continued: "I drove the car all the way and didn't dare to stop. When the day was about to dawn, the horse was killed by me, and I suddenly thought that the fairy mansion of Meizhou was nearby. So he ran over desperately, trying to ask for help, but he only got to this fir forest, and was almost surrounded, so he had to temporarily climb to the tree to hide."

Then the three of them just came.

Not to mention coincidence or not, just that a large number of walking corpses would chase people all the way, this incident is not unusual at all, and it usually does not happen, otherwise so many people passing through the wilderness, it is difficult One can be intact.

Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, and asked, "Mei Pan, what do you think?"

Before Mei Hualan answered, Mei Siji scanned the walking corpses and thought seriously: "It should be that there is something wrong with the coffin he pulled along the way. He died in a foreign land and traveled long distances without rest. The corpses in the coffin may have recovered slightly. There are no signs of corpses, so they have attracted the same kind along the way."

"Okay." Zhuang Qingliu asked the middle-aged man, "Where's the coffin?"

"The coffin... the coffin." The middle-aged man hurriedly got up, holding the water pot and pointed not far away, "The horse died, so I had to leave the coffin halfway, my son is over there, right there .”

Several people walked over together, and sure enough, there was a series of sprinting footprints in the wide area not far away, and then a dead horse and an ordinary black coffin appeared among the bushes.

Mei Hualan took a few glances, then suddenly drew her sword out.

"Wait... Mei Pan?" Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Meihualan: "Open the coffin."

"..." The opening of the coffin is of course to be opened to have a look, but how can this person act with such a stick? Zhuang Qingliu first held her hand, helped her insert the sword back, and turned to ask the middle-aged man, "To solve the influx of walking corpses, we must open the coffin for inspection, do you agree?"

The middle-aged man guessed the identities of several people just now, and nodded repeatedly: "Of course, please trouble me."

With his approval, before Mei Hualan could make a move, Mei Siji had already slashed open the coffin with a sword, and then a corpse with evil spirit suddenly sat up and burst out of the coffin!

Sure enough, the corpse has changed!

The newly dead corpses will have more evil spirit than ordinary walking corpses, but usually they are not too ferocious. According to Mei Siji's cultivation, three moves are more than enough to subdue her—but she has a sword with a powerful aura. As if the corpse couldn't feel the force of retreating, it fought to meet it suddenly, its movements were amazingly flexible!

Mei Siji dodged sideways, and threw out several talismans one after another with his left hand.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the body was stuck by her and suddenly turned around, slamming it towards her throat!

Mei Hualing raised her hand like lightning, and a sharp white aura flew out of her hand, directly into the eyebrows of the corpse, nailing him back into the coffin without any resistance.

"Ah, Mr. Duanzhu, you are really..." Zhuang Qingliu was about to sigh, when he suddenly lowered his eyes to look at his hand, "...What are you doing here? Meipan?"

Mei Hualan cupped her hand with slightly cool fingers, and said concisely: "Zhao Ling, ask."

"Well——" Zhuang Qingliu asked, "What do you mean? Just teach me to summon spirits?"

Mei Hualan continued to be concise: "Yes."

"Okay." Zhuang Qing nodded repeatedly, then turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Excuse me..."

The middle-aged man broke into a cold sweat from the scene just now, and waved his hands again and again: "Yes, yes."

"No." Zhuang Qingliu said, "I want to ask you, when did your young master die?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said: "The day before yesterday, not long after lunch."

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at the sun above his head, it had been almost three days, but the summoning spirit was on the verge of dissipating, and probably could only stay for a short while.

Mei Hualan took her hand, and spiritual energy quickly flowed from the palm of her hand, and then there seemed to be a sudden gust of dark wind blowing silently from the direction behind her.

Zhuang Qingliu followed kindly and said: "Hello, are you there?"

"..."

The corners of Mei Siji's eyes twitched, and she couldn't help but said, "You should directly ask for the name, age, or what you want to know."

"You don't even say hello, and your tone is so bad. When you meet someone with a temper, who cares about you?" Zhuang Qingliu raised his eyebrows.

Mei Siji twisted his face sideways: "If you summon a spirit, you will be restrained. If you don't want to speak, you can only tell lies, but you have to speak."

Zhuang Qingliu disagreed: "There are people outside of people, and ghosts outside of ghosts. It is easy to overturn by forceful suppression. The big taboo of being a human being is being too confident in one's own abilities."

Although the word "overturned" comes out of the mouth, it should be no problem to understand the meaning.

When Mei Hualan heard these words, she seemed to glance at her slightly, but Zhuang Qingliu didn't notice, instead Mei Siji was so angry that she turned her head around and ignored her.

The middle-aged man at the side suddenly shouted in a hoarse voice: "Your...Young master!"

Zhuang Qingliu turned his head and saw a young silhouette slowly appeared from the air, dressed in brocade clothes and jade belts, it really looked like a real person.

"Did he die from a sudden illness?" Zhuang Qingliu quickly asked the most important question.

"no."

The young man in brocade clothes only had time to answer a word, and then he disappeared in a flash.

The noon sun pierced through the leaves, finely mottled.

Mei Hualan remained silent, and slowly turned her eyes away from the dissipated young man in brocade clothes, and looked at the middle-aged man for a moment, then suddenly clasped Zhuang Qingliu's shoulders and turned flexibly, and then the sword in her hand came out of its sheath!

Zhuang Qingliu only had time to hear the man's sudden "ah", followed by Mei Siji's subconscious "ah", and then Mei Hualan's sword flew back very quickly.

"It's not a dead body—" she whispered after glancing at it, "it's a curse."