A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Meng Xianjue let out a deep laugh, and took two steps first. When he realized that no one was following him, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at him: "Let's go?"

Looking at the sincere invitation sent by the person in front, Cheng Weiwan really couldn't refuse.

In the end, he compromised, rolled his eyes to the sky, and let Meng Xianjue lead them to the spiritual room.

Maybe Wei Jiuyang went out first to clean up many ghost corpses along the road, and there were many hideous corpses lying on the ground, all of which remained silent.

Therefore, their business is much easier, and they hardly encounter any ghost corpses, they just need to walk towards the spiritual room with a clear goal.

Meng Xianjue walked in front to lead the way for the two of them, without saying a word, only slowing down and waiting for them when they were about to turn the corner.

But from the beginning to the end, they didn't say much.

And Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao poked each other back and forth, and made eye contact from time to time.

Cheng Weiwan raised one eyebrow: "What does he mean?"

Ling Siyao shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.

Cheng Weiwan looked at Meng Xianjue again, gave him a look, and lowered his voice: "Do you think he still suspects us?"

Ling Siyao glanced in Meng Xianjue's direction, and said: "He is willing to take us to the spiritual room, which proves that he already believes in us, at least for now he will think that our purpose is the same as his."

Cheng Weiwan looked at Meng Xianjue, who was standing still at the corner, casting his gaze towards them vaguely.

"I hope we can survive the day we reach Changyang Mountain."

The jurisdiction area around Changyang Mountain is too far away from Changyang Mountain, but the only thing they can be sure of is that Changyang Mountain is much safer, even though their original purpose is to aid Changyang Mountain in crisis.

The entire spirit ship was ridiculously large, probably because the ghost corpse tide behind hadn't had time to come over, the ground was clean and shiny, there was no blood or any signs of fighting.

Seeing this kind of scene, Cheng Weiwan didn't feel relaxed at all. Even if all the disciples in the box were safe and sound, ghost corpses are terrifying things. Once one of them got in, they would be killed in a very short time. Can develop into a powerful team, they can capture a city in an instant, let alone a spirit ship.

Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao exchanged glances, their hearts shrouded in ominous foreboding, but they still kept silent, followed closely behind Meng Xianjue, and pushed open the door of the spiritual room.

Behind the door are Wei Jiuyang and two disciple helmsmen who have turned into ghost corpses.

Wei Jiuyang's sword was still dripping blood, and the eyes of the two helmsmen were protruding, their skin was black and purple, their mouths were wide open, and they fell crookedly on the ground.

Wei Jiuyang was panting heavily, and the hand holding the sword was shaking violently.

Meng Xianjue stood outside the door: "What's going on?"

Wei Jiuyang wiped off the splattered blood on his face, raised his eyes, and glanced at Meng Xianjue without any emotion. There seemed to be something in his heart, and the remaining innocence disappeared.

Seeing that Wei Jiuyang didn't answer him, Meng Xianjue's face suddenly became solemn, he turned around and closed the door, holding Wu Liangfeng in his hand, pointing the blade in Wei Jiuyang's direction, and said indifferently: "Wei Jiuyang, what happened?"

Wei Jiuyang glanced at Meng Xianjue lightly, and his voice became much lower: "Brother, I have told them in advance not to go out with those disciples outside, they are safe for the time being, as for these two, they have already been infected, I will Then there was no help."

Cheng Weiwan looked at Wei Jiuyang in astonishment.

He couldn't believe it at all, this person was a naive and lively little junior who liked to act like a baby with his senior one hour ago.

In this short period of time, what happened?

Did he kill all his former classmates to make him like this, or did he swing the sword until he was completely numb?

The innocence and liveliness of young people have completely disappeared in Wei Jiuyang's eyes.

Seeing his appearance, Meng Xianjue hid the emotion in his eyes: "You broke the spirit ship in the second half?"

Wei Jiuyang secretly clenched the hilt of his sword: "Yes."

Meng Xianjue responded lightly, stepped to the rudder, carefully observed the function of each button and mechanism, and then said in a deep voice, "That's right."

If in the past, Wei Jiuyang would have jumped up for joy when he heard Meng Xianjue's praise, he wished he could pull Meng Xianjue into a few tricks immediately, but now, Wei Jiuyang just silently retracted his sword, his eyelashes drooping, and his whole body was wrapped A decadent atmosphere: "Thank you, brother, for your compliment."

"It's just that," Wei Jiuyang raised his head, "we store a large amount of materials in the back half of the spirit ship. Even if our personnel are reduced sharply, the remaining materials will not be able to support us to reach Changyang Mountain."

"So," Meng Xianjue finally found a way to communicate, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, "We don't want this ship anymore."

Wei Jiuyang obviously didn't expect Meng Xianjue to say this, he was extremely shocked, but soon, he managed to suppress the surprise, and the emotion in his eyes became more and more indifferent: "Brother, do you mean to abandon all the disciples on board?"

Meng Xianjue had already connected to Hechu in front of him, and he stared intently at the sky where the spirit jade transformed: "If this is the case, it's not bad, it will save a lot of trouble, and you don't have to work so hard to find supplies."

Only then did Wei Jiuyang realize that he had misunderstood Meng Xianjue, and immediately shut his mouth, hiding the haze in his eyes, and stopped talking.

And the moment he turned his head to look at Lingyu Tianmu, his eyes widened slightly.

What he saw was Meng Xianjue trying to contact Zhang Chengcan.

"Brother, no!"

Meng Xianjue didn't press the button in his hand, the moment Wei Jiuyang interrupted him, he turned his head slightly: "Why not?"

"Senior brother, you are not ignorant of Zhang Chengcan's character. If he can let us climb the crane smoothly, it's fine. No matter what price we pay, it's still worth it, but what if he refuses?"

Meng Xianjue simply pressed the button, looked at the gradually clear face of Zhang Chengcan in the sky, and said softly, "He won't miss such a good opportunity."

Such a good opportunity to make a name for yourself.

Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao walked slowly behind Meng Xianjue, quietly looking at the huge sky.

Zhang Chengcan did a good job on the surface, he even made a bow to Meng Xianjue, and said, "Brother, contact me today, is there something wrong?"

Meng Xianjue cut to the chase: "Ghost corpses appeared on the spirit ship, and half of the manpower has been lost. The spirit ship has fallen. On behalf of the surviving disciples, I request to take a crane ride."

Zhang Chengcan lowered his head, seemingly embarrassed: "This..."

Immediately, a servant boy answered, "Brother, you must not! Who knows what they are thinking about, what if they infect us with the poison of the ghost corpse?"

"Yes, yes, who knows if they have those things on them? Who can guarantee that each of them is healthy and safe? Who can guarantee that they didn't intentionally infect us?"

All of Zhang Chengcan's voices came through the jade tablet, and all of them fell into the ears of everyone in the spiritual room.

Ling Siyao couldn't hold back, and sneered.

Zhang Chengcan naturally heard the piercing laughter, turned his head immediately, scolded the two little servant boys behind him, then turned back again, and smiled at Meng Xianjue: "Brother, forgive me, they are also unintentional, you guys Don't take it to heart."

Meng Xianjue seemed to have seen through Zhang Chengcan through the screen, and his voice was calm and unwavering: "I don't care, you worry too much."

Zhang Chengcan didn't know how to answer the conversation for a moment, coughed awkwardly, and began to glance around, looking for an opportunity to divert the topic.

Meng Xianjue said: "There are still 27 surviving disciples on the spirit boat, are you willing to take them in?"

Zhang Chengcan raised his head so that his entire face appeared on the sky, and he raised a smile: "Brother, what are you talking about, shouldn't brothers in the same school help each other? Of course I am willing."

The spirit boat stopped, and so did He Huo, but the distance between them was longer.

The spirit boat was not quiet, there were always ghosts sticking their arms and heads out of the window restlessly, showing hideous and ugly faces.

In the short time of this cup of tea, only 27 of the 19 survivors remained.

Wei Jiuyang's eyes were red from the heat. While covering for the normal and healthy disciples, he blocked the ghost corpses coming from behind.

However, after seeing the terrifying scene on the spirit boat from a distance, He Huo immediately opened a barrier, and at the same time drove forward a considerable distance.

Seeing this, Wei Jiuyang stood at the gate of the spirit boat with his sword in his hand, clenching his teeth.

Meng Xianjue's proactive request and Zhang Chengcan's cooperation and assistance met Cheng Weiwan and Ling Siyao's wishes, but there was one thing that made Cheng Weiwan feel extremely disgusted.

Zhang Chengcan will definitely take this opportunity to publicize how kind-hearted he is, how much he loves his classmates, and how much he is a pillar of righteousness.

However, after they boarded the crane, they realized that the situation was completely different from what they had imagined.

Zhang Chengcan didn't really want to help them at all, he just allowed them to board the crane. As for the supplies and accommodation, all 19 people were all enclosed in a big room. The chain locks the entire door. If there is no key, no one from the outside can come in, and even less can anyone from the outside get out.

The moment the door was locked, Wei Jiuyang leaned against the door with his sword in his arms, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

They had no choice, if they wanted to achieve their goals by making a fuss, there was only one possibility - to annoy Zhang Chengcan and make him disregard the last bit of sympathy.

Meng Xianjue sneered, his face didn't change much, he just sat cross-legged in the corner, secretly watching Cheng Weiwan's every move.

Suddenly, he felt an aura in the Mingyue Building on the Sea. Meng Xianjue frowned slightly, letting out a ghostly aura, and entered the Mingyue Building on the Sea.

After entering, I realized that Ji Xue had been waiting for him for a long time.

As soon as Ji Xue saw him, she smiled at him gently: "Looking at him?"

Meng Xianjue's otherwise fine face collapsed in an instant, and he said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Ji Xue gave up instantly, she bowed her head, her black hair fell from her shoulders, and the red dress was as bright as blood.

"Actually, I have thought about something for a long time, and I decided to tell you."

Meng Xianjue said concisely: "Say."

Ji Xue folded her hands in front of her body, her golden silk wedding dress was still dazzling.

"A long time ago, this kind of situation happened near Baihu Village."

Meng Xianjue suddenly stared at her seriously.

"Although there were no ghost corpses, this happened to the wild birds, hares, and stray cats and dogs that died on the street.

"Dead but not stiff, doing evil, extremely contagious."

Meng Xianjue frowned: "Has anyone suspicious appeared before?"

Ji Xue chuckled, "That's exactly what I want to tell you.

"That was a few years ago, I can't remember exactly how long, but I once saw a person at the entrance of Baihu Village.

"The man was well veiled, wearing a black cloak, but was tall and looked very thin.

"Before he came, Baihu Village had already had a bad reputation for yin marriages, but since he came, I always feel—"

Ji Xue opened her eyes completely: "The 'Qi' of Baihu Village is cut off, dead things are no longer truly dying, and living people are not really living."

Death is not real death, and life is never real living.

As Meng Xianjue listened, he gradually got a bottom line in his heart.

This person was exactly the same as the tall, thin man in black who he had learned about not long ago and who secretly had dealings with Zhang Chengcan.