The Journey to the Other World Starting from Douluo

The dean of teaching couldn't help but admire the figure that was as heavy and majestic as a rock.

If he was an atheist before, he has changed now. He has become one of the most loyal fans of Emperor Yan.

Regarding this situation, Zhang Chulan and others can only say that he is worthy of being the emperor. Wherever he goes, he can attract a large number of emperor fans with his own charm.

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At this time, Xiao Yan and others stayed in the school to protect the group of survivors.

And a group of old men left the school and scattered all over H City to look for survivors.

"Alas, although it was expected a long time ago, it's really too tragic. There are only a few thousand people surviving in such a large area."

Looking at the group of survivors who were rescued by him, the old Tianshi looked a little gloomy.

In any case, these people are also Yanhuang people with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin.

As the saying goes, different mountains and rivers, the same wind and moon.

But now this group of compatriots have suffered such a disaster, which makes the old Tianshi feel sad and sad.

"Forget it. After all, this is a country that prohibits the spread of dangerous goods. It's okay to have these people left."

The old Taoist priest said it well. As a country that prohibits the spread of dangerous goods.

The people of Yanhuang Country actually don't have much resistance to sudden dangers.

If it is an ordinary crisis, it's fine. Maybe they can resist it. For those creatures, punching, kicking, biting, and clawing are all effective.

But facing this kind of infectious zombies, they can't resist it at all. After all, zombies have no sense of pain and are fearless.

And the Yanhuang people are not like people in other countries. They carry weapons and guns with them when they go out.

So, when facing zombies, most people can only run away, but no matter how fast they can run, how can they run faster than those tireless zombies?

Therefore, being caught up is a matter of time. In this case, it is already very remarkable that the old Taoist priest can save thousands of people.

For this situation, everyone actually expected it a long time ago, but when they really saw this tragedy, the sentimentality in their hearts still made the old Taoist priest feel a little depressed.

But now is not the time to be depressed.

Then, the old Taoist priest, who had recovered a bit, prepared to take the rescued people back to the school and settle down the rescued survivors.

So, a large convoy drove towards the school shelter under the protection of the old Taoist priest.

Along the way, all the zombies encountered by the convoy were completely transformed into corpses that would not move again under the effect of the golden light spell thread of the old Taoist priest, which was like a golden sword.

As the journey got closer, it was inevitable to meet old acquaintances. Seeing Lu Jin coming towards him, the old Taoist priest's depressed mood also improved a little.

"Hey, old Lu.

Hmm? Are these people the survivors on your side?"

After seeing the team led by Lu Jin coming towards him, the old Taoist priest greeted him.

At the same time, his eyes moved to the back of Lu Jin.

This look made his eyes condense.

Because, behind Lu Jin, there were only a few hundred people following.

"Well, there was a medium-sized zombie tide over there, and those people didn't have many weapons to resist.

When I arrived, it was too late, and I only saved this group of survivors."

Lu Jin's eyes were also a little dim. Although he was an old generation who had experienced the Anti-Japanese War, he had long since let go of death.

But the tragic scene just now still cast a little haze on Lu Jin's heart.

At the same time, Lu Jin also secretly hated himself. If he had gone earlier, could he have saved more survivors...

The old Taoist priest could naturally see what Lu Jin was thinking. Although he felt uncomfortable, he still spoke to comfort this old friend who liked to get stuck in a rut.

"Okay, Lao Lu, you are not a god, how can you do everything? Why are you so entangled? Didn't you save these people? That's already good.

It's not your fault, don't add pressure to yourself. If you are really angry, go find zombies to vent.

Besides, didn't we expect this kind of scene a long time ago?"

As soon as the old Taoist priest opened his mouth, he directly attacked Lu Jin, his tone full of regret.

This Lao Lu is good in every way, but he is prone to getting stuck in a dead end. It's obviously not his fault, but he always has to find something unpleasant for himself.

After being scolded by the old Taoist priest, Lu Jin also got out of the dead end.

"Alas, I know, it's just... I feel uncomfortable." Lu Jin came to his senses and said hesitantly.

"Do you think you are the only one who feels uncomfortable, and others are not uncomfortable?"

The old Taoist priest was relieved to see Lu Jin come to his senses.

"Okay, let's settle these survivors first, maybe there are others somewhere else~."

"... Yeah."

After a long silence, the two old men led the merged people to the survivor base rebuilt in the school.

Not long after, the team rushed to the school after spending more than two hours.

After settling the survivors, the two old men asked someone and came to their residence.

"Hey, Chu Lan, where is Senior Zhongli? Why can't I see him?"

After entering the residence, the old Taoist priest looked around and found that there was no one here except Zhang Chulan and the group of young people.

The old Taoist priest naturally knew the whereabouts of Zuo Ruotong and Zhang Huaiyi, but why was Zhongli gone too?

The puzzled old Taoist priest asked Zhang Chulan on the side.

"Ah? Oh! Master, you mean old man Zhongli~, he went to other cities.

After all, we don't have a way to travel quickly, and we can't support other cities."

At this point, Zhang Chulan paused, and then continued:

"He saw that there was no big problem here, and after fixing a rock wall, he left."

"I see, that's... not bad."

After listening to Zhang Chulan's words, the old Taoist priest also sighed.

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And at this moment, where is Zhongli, who is being discussed by everyone?

He is now in another city.

Yanhuang territory, another area, high in the sky of S city.

Zhongli was wearing the clothes he usually wore as a guest of the Wangsheng Hall, watching everything happening below.

The dead city at the moment was reflected in his golden pupils.

The once prosperous and bustling city below was now like a dead cemetery, filled with the smell of ruin and destruction.