The white gauze slowly covered the wound on Tang Yuan's wrist, and because the potion was too stimulating, Tang Yuan slowly woke up in his sleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It hurts a little." Yebei's hand tried his best to change the medicine for the rice balls and bandage them properly.

"It's fine." Tang Yuan sat up, his eyes were glowing with a touch of tenderness, and his hand gently stroked Yebei's hand. "You're tired, aren't you?"

"Me?" Yebei was surprised that Tangyuan would suddenly say this.

"You have to teach me the rules of this society little by little."

"The only rule in this world is that there are no rules." The corners of Yebei's lips hooked up a smile slightly, and a kiss fell softly on the forehead close to Tang Yuan. "You'll always understand."

"Will there still be dead people?" Tang Yuan's tone was a little sad, although she and Chen Yiran had no feelings, they were also a fresh life after all.

"Yes, maybe more people will die, or maybe after you understand, many people will die at your hands." Yebei's smile has a deep meaning that Tang Yuan can't understand, and those eyes full of tenderness seem to hide the knowledge of the future.

"Then when you understand this truth, many people have died?" For the first time, Tang Yuan tried to uncover Yebei's past.

"Well, a lot." Yebei's tone was very casual, as if he was saying that he drank a good cup of coffee yesterday, which made it impossible to imagine that such a gentle person was talking about life and death.

"Specifically."

"I've never remembered the souls of my men, and I can't remember the number." Yebei's hand gently patted Tang Yuan's shoulder. "Rest well and come back to see you tomorrow." Yebei got up and walked towards the door.

Tang Yuan knew that he was running away, not from the past, but from himself.

That past may have been full of cruelty and killing, but in Yebei's heart, it was nothing at all. It's just that Yebei doesn't want to talk about that past with him, maybe he wants to maintain his image, or maybe there are cruel facts hidden there that he can't accept.

Tang Yuan touched the earrings on his ears, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, everything had changed.

There is still a lot of food in this space, which proves that Chen Yiran's space was not discovered by Meng Nanshan, otherwise it would have been squeezed dry by Meng Nanshan.

The space is not too big, only half the size of a football field, most of it is piled up with food, and there is only an empty space where a wooden table is placed, on which Chen Yiran's notebook is kept.

The last time I saw it in a hurry, I felt deep sympathy for Chen Yiran.

Meng Nanshan is a corpse controller, and often remotely controls zombies to attack others. And Meng Nanshan has a master, who is extremely good at being a living corpse and manipulating others.

She is in the company of the walking dead every day, and she has to worry about which day Meng Nanshan will give herself to her master as a living corpse.

Finally one day, Meng Nanshan attacked Chen Yiran, but Chen Yiran, as a spiritual powerhouse, retained a lot of his own reason and defeated the so-called desire for eternal life.

"Who the hell is that mysterious man?" Tang Yuan's eyes fell on the notebook.

Making people into living corpses shows that she can't directly control the people who have died, but through an indirect method, she has to control the people who are on the verge of death.

How powerful is Meng Nanshan's corpse control technique, can he only control low-level zombies, or can he already control high-level zombies.

Closing the notebook, countless questions echoed in Tang Yuan's mind.

The shadows are full of dangers, and even if they can't be cleaned up one by one, the veil of the shadows must be lifted and they are exposed to the sun.

Tang Yuan touched the earrings on his ears, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his room.

Looking down at his wrist, whether he should tell Yebei about this matter.

Forget it, let's wait until you have the evidence and solve some of the mysteries before you go to Yebei.

Twilight crept in, and the darkness gradually filled the entire base B, and the abandoned suburbs on the outskirts of base B were not missed.

Inside the forest, the mulberry trees roared in the forest.

A flute suddenly sounded, swirling above the forest, the flute sound swirled, coming leisurely, like a flat boat floating on the distant mountain.

In the hazy moonlight, eight burly men carried a chaise longue, on which stood a man dressed in silver-white clothes, with a cloak behind his robe, and his hands were as thin as the moonlight.

The wood-colored flute rested on the man's lips, and melodious music came slowly.

The zombies in the forest bared their fangs and attacked the noble lady's couch, and the sound of music drifted in, slowly floating on the zombie's body.

The figure of the first man in the upper left corner flew towards the zombie like a ghost, and the zombie instantly turned into a skeleton.

There are more and more zombies around, gathering towards the chaise longue, looking like they want to engulf the chaise longue.

The figures of the men carrying the sedan chair carried the noble lady up the couch with white whirlpools.

And everywhere the white shadow vortex passed, there was a white bone, and the white bones piled up more and more, paving a road.

The eight white shadows returned to their positions in an instant, and the chaise longue did not move at all, as it was as it was.

The burly eight men carried the chaise longue to the top of the cliff, and the people standing on the chaise longue looked down at Base B from the cliff.

There were sparks flickering in Base B, a quiet and peaceful color, and the mountain wind blew the silver moon robe, slightly revealing the person's chin, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smile.

The moonlight slowly stretched the man's figure, filling the entire B base.

"A new battlefield." The words were gloomy from hell, cold to the bone, and a faint smile drifted through the mountains and forests, startling the mutated birds and beasts of a forest.

The wood-colored flute is gently turned around the fingers and retracted between the waist.

A man dressed in black quickly jumped from under the trees behind him, carrying a woman in a maid's outfit on his shoulder.

"I didn't expect Mr. to come so soon, and the eldest lady asked me to send a newcomer to make a living corpse for you." The man bowed his head respectfully and placed the maid's body aside.

"Isn't that enough?" A jade hand stretched out from the moon robe, and the body on the ground slowly soared up.

This is an ability that belongs to the seventh-order peak gravitational ability, which can break free from the gravitational pull of the center of the earth and fly freely in this world.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, and couldn't help but want to exclaim at the person in the moon robe in front of her.

"Shh The jade-white finger rested on the slightly exposed lips. "Don't disturb others' rest."

As soon as the words fell, all the bones on the ground suddenly stood up and tore each other apart.

"How is that possible?" The girl's eyes were filled with horror.

"Life and death are alternate, and I happen to have the secret of alternation." The moon robe slowly approached the maid's ear, and her voice was as soft as a sympathetic person.