Chapter 12: Yellow Springs Soul Flower
The bald man and the doctor broke off a few branches, tied them up with strips of cloth torn from their clothes, and made a rudimentary stretcher, and the uninjured doctor and the bald man were responsible for carrying the unconscious special forces.
Ye Qingli glanced at him, and said in his heart that it was a pity, originally his strength should be the strongest in this team, but now it has become the weakest. It is true that everyone has his own life, and creation makes people.
At that time, Ye Qingli was as naΓ―ve as he thought that Xiao Pingtou would not shoot, and the two sides reserved room for negotiation, but Xiao Pingtou's decisiveness and cruelty were beyond everyone's imagination, maybe such a person could live longer.
Fu Guohao took Jiang Lao and hit his head, and chose a "auspicious" direction to continue walking, Du Guangting, whose followers had already died, took the initiative to come over to help Shu Jun, Tang Xi supported Gao Qiang, and the doctor and the bald man followed behind with special forces and walked without hurry.
Ye Qingli stood in front of Zheng Kaiqi's corpse and took a deep look, originally he thought that he would be frightened when he killed someone for the first time in his life, but in fact, he didn't have much fear now. The reason is that what happened on this day has changed the pattern of everyone's life, evil ghosts kill people, wicked people eat ghosts have seen and seen, what is the big deal about killing a person.
Of course, more importantly, everyone who comes back from the dead has a demon hidden in their hearts, cold and tyrannical, crazy and bloodthirsty. Ye Qingli touched his chest, the demon had already woken up, it opened its eyes, its eyes showed a fierce light, and it chose people to devour.
"Let's go too." Xin Yi whispered.
"Hmm." Ye Qingli smiled, let her support her, and followed behind the large army.
My beast will eventually grow sharp teeth, and whoever stands in my way will be torn to pieces.
The Abyss Ghost Dao is full of fog all year round, and there is no alternation of the sun and the moon, and the rotation of day and night, which is a good thing for everyone.
Without the direction exploration of the special forces, the problem of choosing the direction was handed over to Jiang Lao, who claimed to have learned a little rough divination and could judge the good luck and evil in the general direction. Of course, it is not known whether it is accurate or not, and Xin Yi said that she would rather believe the map of Gaode.
Everyone walked for more than an hour, and with good luck, they found a small stream. The stream was only half a meter wide and about five centimeters deep, but it was quite long, and the people could not see where it came from or where it was going.
The doctor checked the water quality and judged that it should be drinkable, so everyone rushed up to drink as if they had been amnestied, and they had the intention of drinking another 300 cups with you.
When everyone had drunk enough water, they stopped by the stream to repair, and then the doctor told everyone that the special forces had not been beaten and had died. Hearing the news, everyone was already prepared, so no one took over for a while.
Jiang Lao said: "This place is too weird, in the real world, the probability of people becoming ghosts after death is very low, but here the Electors who died in the ghost path before seem to be easy to become powerful ghosts, we meet two in a day." In my opinion, let's treat his corpse well, and if he turns into a ghost and comes back in the future, it won't harm us. β
When the doctor heard this, he glanced at the bald man, and the bald man turned his face in fright.
"No, he was shot and wounded by Xiao Pingtou, and it has nothing to do with us." The doctor subconsciously wiped his hands on his pants and said stupidly.
Jiang Lao is a person who has become a fine person, his eyes are blind and his heart is not blind, where can he still see through the dirtiness of doctors and bald men? But the matter has come to this point, and there is nothing to say, so he can only sigh and sigh: "That's it, the dead are great, you can bury him."
Fu Guohao obeyed Jiang Lao's words, and hurriedly took the bald man and the doctor to find a place with soft soil, and after a long time of hard work, he dug a shallow pit with branches and stones, carefully put the special forces in it, and covered a thin layer with soil and broken stones.
Ye Qingli suddenly remembered Bai Juyi's poem mourning the death of Li Bai, "Quarrying Li Bai's grave by the river, Rao Tian is boundless and the grass is cloudy." β
Everyone is born as "food", no matter how ambitious you are, graceful, brilliant, and brave in the three armies, in the end, you will inevitably be eaten by death, and only a pile of grass is left in the barren mound......
Ye Qingli glanced at it, although it was a little shabby, but everyone met in Pingshui to achieve this step, and it was also benevolent and righteous.
But just when Fu Guohao was about to beckon everyone to continue to set off, Ye Qingli suddenly found that the special forces buried in the soil seemed to move.
Ye Jingli thought that he was dazzled, and after taking a closer look, he found that the corpse of the special forces soldier twitched, and the soil layer buried on the corpse was shaken off a lot, Ye Jingli gasped, I wiped your mother's, isn't this Nima going to change the corpse?
"Elder Jiang, you are a master of metaphysics, it's no problem to clean up a little zombie, right?" Ye Jingli smiled bitterly and turned around and asked.
"Zombies? That kind of thing, you have to find a corpse chaser in Xiangxi or a descendant of the Maoshan faction, so no one in our metaphysical sect touches that dirty thing, why are you ......" Jiang Lao was blind, so he naturally couldn't see Ye Qingli's expression, but he reacted immediately, Ye Qingli wouldn't ask irrelevant questions for no reason.
Everyone stared at the corpse of the special forces with ugly faces, if this guy really changed his corpse, it must be a corpse king level, and now this group of old, weak, sick and disabled people can't run if they want to.
"his uncle, we've wasted a long time, this guy doesn't have any affection." Du Guangting scolded regardless of the image.
And the bald man was so frightened that his legs were weak and he knelt on the ground.
"Wait, it doesn't seem right." The doctor took a closer look, "It doesn't look like a corpse, it looks like something is moving under his body." β
Sure enough, as soon as the doctor's words fell, a green vine-like plant tore open the body of the special soldier and came out of his stomach. Then, in plain sight, the buds at the top of the plant crack open and bloom blood-red flowers. The moment the flower bloomed, the corpse of the special forces dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the nutrients and moisture of the corpse were sucked dry in an instant.
Everyone looked at the enchanting flower again, and only a sense of crisis was left on their backs.
However, this is not over, when everyone was at a loss, Fu Guohao suddenly screamed, Ye Qingli turned his head and found that another green vine came out of the ground at some point, the tip of the vine was like a sharp spear, easily piercing Fu Guohao's chest, Fu Guohao only had time to scream, and he was immediately sucked into skin, he looked like a terminal cancer patient who suddenly became an old Longzhong, but he was not dead for a while, just stared at everyone and groaned: "Help, help...... I, forehead ......" Then, a blood-red flower quickly stretched out of his mouth, interrupting him forever.
"Don't stand stupidly, run the, it's the Yellow Spring Soul Turning Flower, and there's a big piece under your feet." Suddenly, not far from the other side of the stream, a strange fat man panted and reminded loudly, and everyone reacted immediately, and no matter who the dead fat man was, they hurriedly pulled out their legs and ran...... The doctor and the bald man were not injured, but they didn't care about anyone else at this time, and they just ran away.
"Go and help Shu Jun." Ye Qingli pushed Xin Yi, then picked up a branch from the ground, forcefully swept away a green vine that had just emerged from the ground, and then trampled it with one kick. But it didn't work, more and more green vines came out of the ground, like a group of ghost snakes crawling out of the depths of hell.