acT33: The Moonlight Cold Maiden is a small flower that blooms in winter, and it is also the deepest softness in many people's hearts, it is a pure land, where a warm smile can be accommodated.

In those difficult days, everyone carefully cared for this bud, no matter the dark night and harsh winter, or the wind and heat, where there are flowers in full bloom, the sun is always shining.

Now, the little flower has been broken. Her body still had residual warmth, but her pink lips had lost their color; Those sparkling eyes seemed to be still glowing, but the last sight they saw was a deep black.

A few minutes ago, she said to Jiao Ziqian with longing

"I want to go home", and now, she never goes back. Different from Jiao Ziqian's grief of self-blame, Song Jiu's chest was tumbling with magma-like anger, intending to burn all the resentment.

She's only fifteen! What kind of person would bear to do such a thing to a child? They abandoned the camp and pursued all the way here, rescued the little girl without danger, and were full of joy and ready to welcome a new life, but the little girl fell into darkness forever before dawn, how could Song Jiu accept it?

After three years of traveling around, if it is a dead corpse and a natural disaster, Song Jiu may still be able to try his best to deal with it with a normal heart, but what kind of place is this?

This is the camp he sent people to defend, it is his own territory, and it is under his nose!! After the anger, there is only calm, Song Jiu has no time to mourn for the time being, no matter what the intention of the person who killed the little girl is, Song Jiu must make him pay the price.

Liu Yan followed him silently, the blood stains dried on his face, gently picked the skin straight, touched his nose, fortunately, it was not broken.

The young man with glasses looked at the back that was not strong, and his heart was mixed, fortunately, Song Jiu did not hold a knife in his hand at that time, otherwise he would definitely not be as simple as just taking a punch.

Liu Yan was also very annoyed, he knew that this thing could not be good, and his idealized wishful thinking was slapped by reality.

…… A few minutes ago, he was having a conversation with Song Jiu about the lives and deaths of many people. Liu Yan frankly admitted his identity as a living corpse, and hoped that Song Jiu could take off his colored glasses and treat the living corpse and the survivors equally, and everyone coexisted side by side.

Song Jiu was also shocked after hearing his explanation, he had always been very jealous of the living corpse in his heart, and he never thought that the other party would be the first to give in.

Song Jiu felt that this bookish man would not open his mouth, based on the principle of asking if he didn't understand, Song Jiu fully expressed his doubts, hoping that Liu Yan could objectively tell him what the group of living corpses was all about.

Liu Yan's own purpose lies in this, two groups or different tribes, if they want to live together, of course, they must understand each other.

Liu Yan was originally worried that Song Jiu didn't want to listen to him at all, but when he took the initiative to ask, he naturally knew everything and said everything.

Liu Yan, with full sincerity, first told Song Jiu a cognitive misunderstanding,

The term "living corpse" was given by survivors, which is a label, not a fact. It is true that the living corpse group is currently contrary to normal humans in terms of physical characteristics, but it is by no means a monster that everyone shouts about.

The walking corpse is the resurrection of a living person after being infected by a virus, while the living corpse skips death and directly completes some kind of evolution.

Song Jiu listened very carefully, but it was foggy, and it was difficult to understand what Liu Yan wanted to express. Liu Yan spoke earnestly, saying that there are some things that cannot be told all at once, and can only say that the living corpse itself is also a human being, and it is not his wish to become a living corpse, and he can't help himself.

He made a guarantee with Song Jiu, ensuring that the living corpses living in the camp would not pose any threat to everyone, even if they were taken out separately and merged into Song Jiu's lineage, and the rough work of fighting and killing, dancing knives and guns was even more handy, which would definitely help Song Jiu and have a positive effect on the entire camp, instead of making people panic like now.

Song Jiu was infinitely suspicious of this, he could see Liu Yan's sincerity, but he couldn't accept it all based on one side of the story.

The two discussed for a while, and Liu Yan decided to speak with his actions, insisting on bringing all the living corpses to Song Jiu tonight, so that he could see and listen to them with his own eyes.

Of course, Song Jiu was a hundred willing, but at the same time as the leading party, Song Jiu also had some doubts, and directly asked him why he was willing to say these words, and he was so active in wanting to help him.

Liu Yan's answer is more intriguing, he said: "We don't want to be like this, we also want a peaceful life." Sometimes, men don't need too many promises and guarantees, Song Jiu can't tell why, Liu Yan gives him a different feeling from others, they have only known each other for 24 hours, but their words can always make people trust.

This is not a good thing, Song Jiu secretly reminded himself in his heart, and then threw out the last question: "I believe your words, but will other living corpses also have the same idea as you?" ”

"I'm sure." Liu Yan's eyes were firm. Immediately afterward, several gunshots pierced the night. …… When he saw the girl in the pool of blood, Liu Yan's heart was cold, and he begged Song Jiu for a military order with his front foot, and someone stabbed the big basket with his back foot...... Liu Yan asked himself and was open-minded, but at this time, he couldn't help but pray secretly, praying that the murderer would never be a living corpse, never be.

Chef Niangjia acted resolutely, although she had some heart palpitations in the face of the angry Song Jiu, but in front of the militia regiment, she was still the glamorous iceberg.

In less than ten minutes, the entire camp, except for Song Jiu's descendants, regardless of men, women, and children, all gathered in the square.

The soldiers are a little numb, usually this square is just a place to take a walk and let off steam, but today is good, this is the third gathering.

"It's all here." Cook Niangjia looked a little depressed, not knowing whether it was for the innocent girl or the militia who was about to fall hapless.

"One is not bad?" Song Jiu asked.

"It's all here." Cook Niangjia took out the list with the name of the person from her pocket and handed it over.

"How's Hai doing?" Song Jiu nodded and asked the young man beside him. Not only the body of the little girl was under the doorway, but Ah Hai also collapsed there on his back, and when he found it, he had not lost his breath and had been carried away for treatment.

The young man who was temporarily on the guard still had some red eyes, and replied: "I haven't woken up yet, I started very hard, and my skull is broken." Song Jiu took a deep breath, controlled his breath and slowly exhaled it, and explained in a low voice.

The faces of the young men were solemn, those with guns took their guns, and those without guns carried knives, and about 20 people suddenly dispersed and surrounded the 100th militia.

This extremely aggressive posture ignited the ignorant nerves of the militia, and several guys who were sleeping in a daze were also stunned, and everyone looked at each other, not understanding what kind of play this was going on.

The crowd was squeezed away, Luo Yu, Xin Mengfan, and Jiao Ziqian stood beside Song Jiu with blood-red eyes, Xu Aifei and the others subconsciously wanted to avoid these few bloody people, but except for the militia here, it didn't seem appropriate to move blindly now, so they had to huddle beside Chef Niangjia and silently endure the brewing storm.

Two young men walked into the arena carrying a sheet, and uncovered it in front of everyone, revealing a pale pretty face underneath.

The crowd, which had just quieted down, was in an uproar again, all of them looked frightened, and completely fell into the fog.

Song Jiu glanced at Liu Yan, who was frowning, and walked into the arena without a glance, scanned the crowd one by one with cold eyes, and slowly spoke: "I guess, the only person who dares to poison a little girl in the dark night...... You don't have the courage to take the initiative, do you? The sound of gasping air sounded in the crowd, you look at me and I look at you, all frightened and ignorant.

Most of them also came out of the warehouse when they heard the gunshots, and they thought there was another walking corpse, but now they finally understood...... Not long after nightfall, there was a murder in the camp?

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"I don't understand..."Song Jiu paced forward, word by word, "I want to know the reason, why kill her?" Faced with Song Jiu's vague questioning, the crowd could only be silent.

"I gave you the right to speak one last time, and you didn't cherish it." Song Jiu stopped and smiled, his gaze locked on a woman's face.

Song Jiu narrowed his eyes, this woman was no stranger, at dinner, the moment Chef Jia confirmed the existence of the living corpse, she and Liu Yan both showed extremely shocked expressions at the same time.

After that, Liu Yan took the initiative to find him, but the woman was forgotten by Song Jiu. The woman's long hair was a little messy, and she looked at Song Jiu for a few seconds, and then looked away unnaturally.

Song Jiu looked back at Liu Yan, who opened his lips, and finally turned into a sigh and nodded weakly.

Jiao Ziqian's teeth creaked, and he scolded angrily, rushed into the crowd and pulled the woman out.

The crowd was briefly confused for a moment, and the shotguns of the surrounding boys were raised, quickly extinguishing the fire of the militia.

The woman was struggling, scolding angrily, punching and kicking Jiao Ziqian, and a man also chased after him, beating Jiao Ziqian with his fist, and ordered his wife to be released.

Hundreds of eyes looked at the men and women in the field, and looked at Song Jiu, who was watching coldly, and their hearts hung up.

Luo Yu put the knife against the man's throat in the past, and slapped the woman with a backhand, while holding down Jiao Ziqian's arm that was about to be slashed.

She understands Song Jiu, this is not a problem that can be solved with one knife, and there is no need for Jiao Ziqian to be executed.

"You, you bandits!!" The man was also anxious enough, wanting to support his wife, but the skin on his neck felt the coldness of the blade, he hurt his wife, but he was also afraid of death, and he couldn't beat it, so he had to scold angrily.

Jiao Ziqian tried to cut the woman's hands back, but he couldn't hold it back, the woman's strength was surprisingly strong, and she actually broke away from Jiao Ziqian's control under the struggle, and pounced violently, reaching Jiao Ziqian's eyes with both hands.

A sound of wind accompanied the crowd to scream, the woman screamed, covered her blood-gushing right arm and fell to the ground, a slender arm spun in the air, and fell to the ground.

Song Jiu shook off the blood beads on the blade, raised his foot to step on the wailing and struggling woman, and took out the tuft of yellowed hair from his pocket.

Jiao Ziqian raised the torch, and under the light of the fire, the same hair color was unobstructed. ...