How to Feed a Baby Zombie

The young master ended the game with his life, in exchange for the peace of more than 30 people.

The border town was defended, and He Xuan also went crazy.

On the day Taoyuan committed suicide, his eyes were stained with blood, and he even wanted to jump off the city wall to snatch the corpse back.

Ge Zhan and a few generals dragged him back from the brink of losing control after saying that he could not let the little prince die in vain.

The coalition forces of Nanwu and Beidi obviously did not expect Taoyuan to make such a move. Looking at the murderous army on the city wall, they dared not attack the city rashly, so they could only temporarily order a retreat and took away Taoyuan's body .

He Xuan's person was dragged back, but his soul was taken away, like a walking dead, without any emotion in his eyes.

The generals under him were all very worried about his condition, and they wanted to persuade him but didn't know how to speak, so they could only stand outside the big tent and worry.He Xuan locked himself up for a day and a night, and everyone thought he would be devastated. Unexpectedly, when the reinforcements from the capital arrived, he still shouldered the responsibility of being a general and made a battle plan in an orderly manner. A bit forbearing and cruel.

At this time, in Nanwu's barracks, the leader of Nanwu had a fierce dispute with Jiang Yan, and all the guards standing outside were trembling and did not dare to move.

"People are gone, what's the use of venting your anger on me!"

"You promised me that you would not hurt his life."

"How could I know that he would hit the knife's edge? Find out who you are."

Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, staring at the candlelight on the table with ecstasy.There was a bit of regret in the always fickle eyes: "I shouldn't have brought him..."

The leader of Nanwu seemed displeased: "It's just a dry person. If you die, you will die. Don't forget your identity."

Jiang Yan came back to his senses, looked up into his eyes, and his expression returned to indifference: "Please remind me, never forget."

"I'll take the corpse with me." After saying that, he got up resolutely, left the big tent after leaving a word.

Jiang Yan returned to his tent with a dignified expression. Inside lay a blood-stained young man with a pale face and closed eyes. Even if he was not breathing, it did not affect his Juechen appearance.

Jiang Yan walked over and stared at him fixedly, his eyes fell on the terrible knife mark on his neck, a bright smile of a young man appeared in front of his eyes, which formed a strong gap with his current lifeless appearance.

The scent of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake seems to be still lingering in the nose...

Jiang Yan was stunned for a while, bent down and picked up the boy on the bed, muttering to himself: "I have a way to save you..."

After the reinforcements from the Gan army arrived, He Xuan hurriedly formulated a counterattack plan, leaving only a part of the soldiers defending the city, and led the army to attack the camp of the North and South coalition forces overnight.

The North and South Allied Forces did not expect him to be able to dispatch troops so quickly, they were caught off guard, abandoned the camp and fled. He Xuan searched the camp, but did not find Taoyuan's body.

He couldn't help but hate himself for being incompetent, people failed to guard him, and even his dead body would be trampled on.

He Xuan couldn't suppress the dark fire in his heart anymore, he casually grabbed a prisoner of Nan Wu and asked, "Where's the corpse? Where are you hiding?"

The prisoners of war were just ordinary soldiers, completely unaware of the actual situation, and shook their heads tremblingly.

He Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he lifted the knife in his hand, and a smear of warm blood splashed on his face, making him immersed in the bloody smell of killing, and he couldn't tell whether he was a human or a ghost.

At this time, in a small village on the border, in an unremarkable wooden house, Guoshi Nanwu was tied to a chair with a cloth strip stuck to his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he faltered for help.

Jiang Yan held a dagger and wiped the blade slowly. After a while, he put it on Nanwu Guoshi's neck and pulled out the cloth strip from his mouth: "Guoshi can think about it? I know you have this ability .”

Master Nan Wu coughed a few times before sighing deeply: "People cannot be resurrected after death, forcibly resurrecting is against the law of heaven."

Jiang Yan clenched the dagger a little more, felt his flowing blood vessels through the sharp blade, and a gloomy paranoia flashed in his eyes: "What is the way of heaven? I'm going to go against the sky today. If you don't agree, go see him in advance Yama."

Looking at his distorted face, Nanwu Guoshi felt timid in his heart, and couldn't help but agree.

This little prince has a weird personality and is moody. At the beginning, Princess Nanwu fell in love with a foreigner and passed away after giving birth to him. It was the leader of Nanwu who raised him. Over time, he was trained to be a cold-blooded wolf heir. What is it really? Everything can be done.

Only then did Jiang Yan put away the dagger, cut the rope on the national teacher's body, dragged him to the bed, looked at the lifeless young man on the bed, and unconsciously lowered his voice.

"let's start."

Half a month later, the battle situation in northern Xinjiang took a shocking turn. The Southern Wu Guoshi disappeared, and the coalition forces could not use witchcraft to help them. After suffering heavy losses, they retreated steadily.

With monstrous hatred and the determination to make the enemy pay for their blood, under the leadership of He Xuan, the Qianjun fought more and more bravely, and their morale reached an unprecedented level.

He Xuan's whole body was covered with a layer of violence, and he was called the King of Yama Rakshasa, and he made the enemy fearful on the battlefield.

That night, the Qian army raised its troops to the wilderness of the border, planning to attack the border overnight and drive the enemy out of the northern territory of Dagan according to the battle plan.

The North and South Allied Forces were depleted and the reinforcements did not arrive in time, so they did not last long and fell into a crushing defeat.

He Xuan led his troops to take advantage of the victory, and soon captured the border line. Finally, in the enemy's camp, he killed the leader of the Nanwu who fled a step too late.

Without the protection of the national teacher, the leader of the Nansha witch is now like a fish out of water, and after a few splashes, he is caught with nothing.He Xuan held the knife against his vitals, like a ghost crawling out of hell to lock his soul, every word he uttered was full of murderous intent.

"Where's his body? Where are you hiding?"

The leader of the Southern Witch is like a prodigal dog, without the aura of the past. Facing He Xuan's pressing questions, he can only respond tremblingly: "This king really doesn't know, the body has been taken away long ago."

He Xuan sternly shouted: "Who?"

Looking at the sharp knife edge in front of him, the leader of Nanwu had no choice but to confess Jiang Yan's name.

After He Xuan confirmed that he was not lying, he killed him with a single knife, turned around and ordered someone to search for Jiang Yan.

Tonight is the night of the full moon, the moonlight is brighter than usual, falling on the small village not far away, reflecting a layer of hazy light and shadow.

In a very gloomy cemetery, there is a newly dug trace, covered with several layers of banana leaves, with some dried blood scattered beside it, and the air is faintly filled with the smell of blood.

After a while, two figures appeared on the cemetery, standing beside the newly dug pit, staring at the blood-stained banana leaves, and frowned in unison.

Jiang Yan shifted his gaze to the face of the national teacher, and asked in a cold voice: "Is that all right?" "

It was the first time for the national teacher to do such a heaven-defying thing, so he didn't have much confidence. After observing for a while, he took out a Dharma bell from his lapel, and rang it while reciting the incantation.

The clear ringing of the bell echoed in the center of the cemetery, like a signal to summon the undead. After half a ring, a strong yin energy rose from the ground, and the things lying in the tomb seemed to respond.The banana leaf trembled slightly.

Jiang Yan stared at the ground tightly, his eyes were full of waves, and his mind was affected.

The national teacher felt a strong attack of Yin Qi, which made his Faling almost fall out of his hand. He realized that this thing was more terrifying than he imagined, so he wanted to remind Jiang Yan to let him stand away.

At this moment, the corpse in the tomb suddenly raised its hands, soared into the air, and landed in front of Jiang Yan in a strange posture.

Jiang Yan looked at him in surprise, and after a moment of astonishment, an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.

This is the dead Taoyuan. Under Nan Wu Guoshi's sorcery, he seems to have come back to life, but what seems to be different?

I saw Taoyuan raised his hands flat in front of his chest, his dark eyes were silent, the wound on his neck had disappeared, and the skin on his body was more vivid than before, as if the suicide before was just a dream.

Jiang Yan was dazzled by joy, and eagerly grabbed Taoyuan's arm: "Are you awake?"

Taoyuan looked at him in a blink of an eye, concentrated for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hand to grab his neck, growled hoarsely, and showed two new fangs.

"Be careful."

The national teacher condensed the mana in the palm of his hand, and slapped Taoyuan on the back. Taoyuan let go of Jiang Yan with a cry of pain, and turned to look at the national teacher. After a few seconds of discrimination, he raised his hand and jumped a few meters away , turned around and jumped in a certain direction, and soon disappeared into the vast night.

Jiang Yan asked in amazement: "How could this be?"

The national teacher himself had no idea, with a sad face: "Probably out of control."

Jiang Yan looked at the direction where Taoyuan disappeared, and asked, "Where will he go?"

The national teacher said: "I will probably look for someone who was close to me during my lifetime."

At this time, Dagan's troops are camping on the border. Although they have dispersed the northern and southern coalition forces and taken back all the northern territory, Beidi's Danrong has not yet been wiped out, so we must prevent him from making a comeback.

A celebration banquet was being held in the barracks, and after He Xuan had a few drinks, he felt unable to numb himself with alcohol, so he walked out of the barracks alone to blow the cold wind.

In the woods outside, the shadows of the trees danced, and the night wind was bitter.He Xuan was fascinated by looking at the distant night sky, and the images of Taoyuan's life flashed in his mind all the time, as if a hole had been dug in his heart, and the cold wind poured in, making him feel a biting chill.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the woods, and He Xuan's eyelids twitched, thinking it was a spy sent by the enemy, he subconsciously pulled out the dagger at his waist, and glanced over vigilantly.

The sound was a bit weird, but if you listened carefully, it seemed that something was jumping.

He Xuan hid himself in the darkness and stared at it with breathless concentration. After a while, he saw a figure with a strange posture jumping out of it.

This figure was so familiar that He Xuan could describe it with his eyes closed. He widened his eyes in disbelief, feeling his dead heart come back to life.

With the sound of the dagger falling to the ground, a trembling choked sob was drowned in the cold wind.

"Peach?"