Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

The ice and snow are severe and cold.

Even the mist that was expelled turned into frost in an instant.

There are rolling snow-capped mountains everywhere, and the dazzling snow seems to cover the whole world.

There was a big gap at the top of the largest snow-capped mountain, and the fracture was neat, as if it had been split by an axe.

During an avalanche, the snow poured down and flooded the villages at the foot of the mountain. The snow was so thick that even the roofs could not stand out. However, some pine trees were not completely crushed, and stubbornly stuck their branches out of the snow. It seems to say "I can save it again".

Going closer, you can see that there are many people on the snow. They are ragged and covered with scars. Some of them have incomplete limbs. Some are lying motionless on the snow. The snow under his body tried to save his homeland, some of his family gathered neatly and shouted for help, some called their family members while running, some clutched their severed limbs, and cried out in pain , and many more just emerged from under the snow...

Afterwards, a group of chubby little piglets, Chinese pastoral dogs sticking out their tongues, clucking little yellow chickens, and bleating old goats emerged from the open snow and ran on the snow.

No one had time to take care of them. The expressions on the faces of the victims were complicated, sad and desperate, and a little sluggish in panic.

The scarlet blood dripped on the ground, and strange red manjusawa bloomed, and the luminous snow flew back and forth in the cold wind. reverberate.

At this moment, more than a dozen underworld servants holding paper lanterns came quietly.

Their faces were serious, and their eyes looked at those undead who were immersed in pain and thought they were still alive.

In front of the team stood a tall and tall black figure, half of his face was covered by the shadow of a wide hood, but the lower half of his face exposed had a deep outline without a trace of redundant lines, and the aura on his body was obviously similar to that of standing The situation behind him is different.

This person is exactly Bai Ze who was rescued by Black and White Wuchang.

Holding a flaming sharp sword in his right hand, he turned his head and asked Black and White Wuchang: "Can you use the Rebirth Curse to save them together?"

"Wait a minute, mage..." A clear voice overlapped with a hoarse voice, and the tone was anxious, for fear that he would cut off all the undead in the entire snow mountain with a single sword, "We can't shut people up at the gate of hell anymore, we have to guide They took the road of the dead and went straight to the ghost town."

Bai Ze raised his eyes and glanced at them, and asked, "Path of the Dead?"

Hei Wuchang bowed slightly:

"The ghosts who have been rescued and hold the 'Guidance' will go to the ghost gate to report by themselves, but there are exceptions."

"For example, some ghosts are too obsessed and refuse to leave the world, or some extremely vicious ghosts refuse to subdue the law, and when disasters happen, when a large number of ghosts gather together, we need to come here to arrest the ghosts and bring them with us. Let them 'borrow the road' in the human world and walk back to the ghost town."

"The road opened by evil, we call it the road of the dead."

Bai Ze frowned slightly: "How to guide?"

Hei Wuchang took out a golden copper bell, held it in both hands, and handed it to Bai Ze, and explained with lowered eyebrows: "The mage only needs to ring the soul-inducing bell to guide them to line up, and we will clear the way ahead and take them to the underworld." report."

Bai Ze withdrew his sharp sword, took the copper bell, and nodded: "Understood."

He turned to look in the direction where the undead gathered, and said loudly:

"Everyone, you are dead."

The clear voice was blown by the cold wind and resounded through the valley.

The undead stopped their movements one after another and looked blankly into the air.

They first noticed the handsome young man standing tall, and then they saw the black and white impermanence standing behind him and the tall men in black jailer uniforms. The jailers wore tall pointed hats and their snow-white faces were expressionless. They all seem to look the same, holding a pale paper lantern with the words "borrowing the way" written on it in their pale hands.

After seeing the confused and terrified expressions of the undead, Bai Ze repeated it "considerately": "Everyone, you have passed away, go to the underworld with us."

Black and white impermanence all had a horrible expression on their faces, silently covering the position of their heart.

Dude, are you too straightforward?

The undead stood up staggeringly, like a group of desperate and angry groundhogs, the biting cold wind seemed to shake their broken clothes, and an old man with the appearance of a village chief pushed aside the crowd and stood in front of the team. With gray hair, one ear was cut off, blood was dripping continuously, trembling with anger, he glared at Bai Ze: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"We have suffered heavy casualties here. You young and strong guys are still making trouble here instead of coming to help. Look at the clothes you are wearing, what are you talking about!"

A fat lady wiped off the snow on her forehead, put her hands on her hips and said:

"That's right, you're still pretending to be impermanent! You think the old lady will believe you with two broken chains in your hands, right?"

"No, that's not right..." A thin middle-aged man tugged at her sleeve carefully, "Aunt Li, they, they don't seem to have a shadow..."

There were more than a dozen people standing opposite, but there was only a black shadow on the snow.

"What's wrong with no shadow?" Aunt Li glared at him, pointing to her feet, "We have no shadow, look!"

The middle-aged man followed her finger to look at the ground, and then threw himself on Aunt Li, screaming: "We have no shadow, we are all dead!"

The undead also looked at their feet one after another, unable to accept it for a while, the cries and wailing sounds were like the sound of boiling water, one after another.

"I don't want to go to hell, hell is so scary..."

"I want to go home..."

Bai Ze looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, held the copper bell, and shook it heavily.

A wave of sound visible to the naked eye swayed from the copper bell, spreading in all directions at a terrifying speed, and the soul-stirring sound of the copper bell circulated in the mountains.

The undead were awakened by the sound of the copper bell, as if they had been summoned, and at the same time fell silent, even the livestock running around stopped.

When the second copper bell rang, the eyes of the undead flickered, and they consciously gathered in the direction of the evil.

The next work went even smoother. The underworld agents acted separately, and under the guidance of Bai Ze, they organized the undead into several teams.

Occasionally, a few undead who took the opportunity to escape were hunted back by Bai Ze's fire talisman after a while.

Standing in front of the huge undead team, Bai Ze rang the soul-inducing bell unhurriedly, and walked forward firmly.

Black and White Wuchang followed behind him from left to right, singing faintly:

"Bronze bells attract souls, ghost soldiers borrow ways, strangers don't get close, little ghosts don't disturb—"

"Don't get close to strangers, don't disturb little ghosts—"

Countless flower bones suddenly appeared on the snow, stretching into scarlet manjusawa, forming a road of fire, spreading to the front of the darkness.

This is the road of the dead paved with the blood and flesh of the dead.

However, before they had gone far, a bitter chill suddenly came from behind, and the little snow leopard and the little fox, shrunk to the size of a palm, poked out two fluffy little heads from Bai Ze's robe.

"Hey, little monk." The little fox blinked Shuiling's red eyes, but his voice was serious, "I smell the smell of a demon."

At the same time, a terrifying and sharp neighing sound suddenly came from a distance. Bai Ze followed the sound and saw dozens of tall, dark figures emerging from the ground behind them. Their arms were unusually long and their heads resembled those of wolves and tigers. The combined body, with dimly lit green eyes, approached them.

At some point in the gap of the split snow mountain, a strange red light lit up, as if emerging from the depths of the ground. The severe cold began to spread from there, and the originally soft snow formed in an instant. Ice blocks, a large number of ice edges propped up from the ground, suddenly jumped in all directions.

The gorgeous manjusawa on the road of the dead instantly withered a large area.

Black and white Wuchang looked at each other, and they saw fear in each other's eyes. They opened their mouths and shouted in unison: "A big thing is going to happen, a big thing is going to happen!"

"Yan Wang originally wanted us to solve this magic circle after extraditing the undead." Hei Wuchang couldn't feel the cold, but his voice seemed to be frozen, "It seems to have started again!"

Bai Wuchang waved the mourning stick: "Our souls are going to be scattered."

At this time, Bai Ze suddenly sensed the location of the cassock and exercises, and the map showed that they were deep in the snowy mountain.

He raised his hand and looked at the back of his hand. This corpse was invaded by yin qi when it was in the ghost market. At that time, corpse spots had already appeared. He used the fire charm to control the body temperature to fight against the severe cold. It is undoubtedly like thawing a piece of old jelly with a microwave oven. The meat, if it wasn't supported by King Luo's recognition charm, it would have collapsed long ago.

After the severe cold intensified again, this body was obviously too much to bear. The flesh on the four fingers of the left hand had been frozen and cracked, and the rotting flesh went to nowhere, only the white bones of the hand were exposed.

A quick decision must be made, Bai Ze thought to himself.

He shook the brass bell twice to signal the team to stop, turned around and stuffed the brass bell into Hei Wuchang's hand, and said, "You guys leave quickly, I'll finish it off."

He wants to get back An Rong's things, and get rid of that damn magic circle by the way.

Black and white impermanence burst into tears, choked up and said: "Mage, you—"

Bai Ze waved his hand: "No need to say more, let's go."

He called softly: "King, little fox."

King Luo and the little fox jumped out of his robe, landed on the ice, transformed into normal size, squatted under his feet and rubbed his calf.

Bai Ze hid his rotten hands, looked down at them, and said, "You keep them safe along the way, I'll go back as soon as I go."

King Luo bit his robe, refusing to leave.

The little fox also lifted his forelegs to grab his thigh, and said seriously: "We will go with you!"

"Be obedient." Bai Ze's eyes were calm, reflecting the light of snow, like a black chess stone soaked in water, a little more gentle than usual, "Time is running out, let's go."

After the two little ones loosened their robes, he flew up, holding his right hand empty, and a sharp sword burning with fire appeared out of nowhere, between the night and the white snow, like a soul-evoking lamp, came out of nowhere.

He flew to the back of the team, swung his sword, and a ball of fire suddenly went into the ground. Then, a warm red awn road suddenly stretched out on the snow, continuing along the road of the dead, and the originally withered Manjusawa bloomed again.

Heiheiwuchang took a deep look at Bai Ze, shook the soul-inducing bell vigorously, and sang loudly: "The copper bell attracts the soul, and the Yin soldiers borrowed the way—"

It's just that for some reason, the voice this time added a bit of sadness, and the singing made people feel sour: "Don't get close to strangers, don't disturb little ghosts—"

"farewell--"

Bai Ze tugged his hood, glanced quietly at King Luo with his eyes hidden in the shadows, tightened his hand holding the sword, and turned around to attack the group of monsters emerging from the snow.

Under the escort of King Luo and the little fox, the faintly shining undead team went further and further.

The area covered by ice is also increasing.

Those monsters that seemed to come from the netherworld were drooling, raised their huge claws, jumped on the snow, and surrounded Bai Ze.

Bai Ze pursed the corners of his lips. There was no extra emotion on his handsome face. The hand holding the sharp sword had clear knuckles. He moved easily under the siege and passed by. Monsters roared under the edge of the sword, and crimson blood flowed everywhere. Splashes wet his robes.

More monsters came out of the ground. He swung his sword neatly and flew across the ice and snow, his eyes were sharp, and his handsome face was stained with dirty blood, like a jade-faced killer who harvested life.

When he hovered in the air again, there were no monsters emerging from the ground, and the faint light of the undead team had disappeared.

In the sky and snow, there was only one lonely figure left.

The author has something to say: there are more three-dimensional courses recently, and I feel sorry for the break QAQ