Three kilometers away from the turbulent corpse soul base camp, a small mound cave was temporarily built and reinforced with soil fixing techniques

"Do you want to make a move?"

The woman in a loose blue elegant robe, with a ritual-like pattern on her face, looked a little solemn, and looked at the 'sky' sitting in the mound with uneasy eyes.

'Tian' raised his head and shook his head, "Rodana, don't you still understand?" ”

Rodanna gritted her teeth and couldn't bear to say: "I only know that they are not strong, we can send a random person to stop it, and it won't happen ......"

"Block? Hehe, his cronies have all defected, and do you see what weapon that person is holding? It shouldn't be the Soul Slashing Knife of the Corpse Soul, right? ”

"How do you know?!" Rodanna has the ability to clone herself, so she can see what is happening to the corpse, but she only sneaks up on him with his cronies.

Tian didn't answer, but said thoughtfully: "The corpse soul has long been invaded from the inside, Mi Ai is just the head of the gun, and even the two so-called elders are just chess pieces. Take a good look, this matter is not so simple, Dong's life and death don't matter at all, whether he wins or loses is the same. But if we get involved, the nature of things is different. ”

The apostle explained: "Now that there is a power struggle within the corpse and soul, if we come forward to help Dong, for whatever reason, we are all outsiders, and we are already on the side. If Dong is stronger than us, then we are only subordinates. But we're so much better than Dong......"

Rodanna's eyes suddenly darkened, and she spoke, "So, whether it's true or not, it seems to everyone else that we control the building. ”

The apostle nodded and continued: "When the time comes, even if we help suppress a group of corpse souls and consolidate Dong's leadership position, Dong will still be a doll under our control in the eyes of others. At this time, those so-called righteous people can appear naturally, lead the other corpse soul people to regain control of the corpse soul, and logically control the new corpse soul leader. ”

Rodanna muttered, "So this bureau is used to frame us?" ”

The apostle said lightly, "Almost." But even if we don't get caught in the game, he can still get what he wants, and the corpse is still in his pocket, the difference is that he can't catch us all. ”

Rodanna was afraid: "It's terrible...... Who the hell is the other party? ”

Rodanna was still about to say something, but the reflection of the parting moment made her stop her frantically spinning brain and watch intently at what was happening in the corpse.

The assassinated Dong had already fallen to the ground, and the surrounding sounds were constantly buzzing in his ears like noisy radio waves, and he heard his own heartbeat in the noise, thumping thump, it was the sound of life. However, the sound became less and less real, the cold enveloped him, and the wound in his abdomen was now covered with black threads, and the venom seeped all over his body along the wound, and death beckoned to him.

The vision was blurred, all the pictures were mosaic, and he could feel himself being helped up, dragged by the two of them, one left and one right, his legs hanging on the ground, moving step by step towards a slightly higher platform.

Execution.

Dong could hear some kind of solemn but ironic voice buzzing all around.

Dong didn't listen to what the voice said, and his mind was not very clear, but he could roughly guess what they said, which was nothing more than conviction and punishment.

It's really desperate~~ The things he desperately wanted to protect became so vulnerable under the slander of rumors and the tactics of ghost plotters, and his efforts and efforts were all ignored. Now that he has been caught on trumped-up charges and forced to make unforgivable mistakes, what should the onlookers feel like?

Dong couldn't see, only saw people's heads fluttering, and Dong began to fantasize about the expression under that blurred face. Maybe it's ridicule, it's indifference, it's not about you, but are there one or two faces that are sad for him and angry for him?

Perhaps......

The man didn't flick his tears, but now he couldn't care about so much, his eyes were already moist, and the already blurry picture became even more difficult to see. I must be quite ugly at the moment......

"Stop !!"

Suddenly there was a thunderous explosion in the distance.

The long black knife raised was about to fall from the top of Dong's head, but the moment this voice sounded, it was like a sharp blade that hit the heart, and the soul slaying knife in the hand of the executor fell, and he fell to the ground in panic, looking up in panic.

Dong didn't know who saved him, he only saw a vague black figure, and gently touched his head, the hands that caressed him were so familiar and warm. He slept peacefully, with a long-lost smile on his lips.

On the slightly raised sand platform, there is now a person standing, a person sleeping, and two figures kneeling on the ground in a hurry and restless.

The excited crowd who was originally scolding the murderer and scolding the pig and dog was not as good as the crowd was all quiet, and they all looked at the sand platform with respect and fanatia.

Someone couldn't help but take the lead in shouting, "Spirit King!!! ”

It's like throwing a big stone in a pool and causing ripples.

One after another, one tide overshadows another.

Their Spirit King has returned, he has not abandoned them, he is still alive!!

"Quiet."

Zhang Xingjue raised his hand, not angry and arrogant.

The Clearers could hear the anger hidden in the voice, but they didn't know who it was aimed at.

"You've been making a lot of noise during my absence......"

Zhang Xingjue turned slightly to the side and squinted at Mi Ai who was kneeling on the ground, Mi Ai was already sweating at this time, sweat was dripping from his chin, and the ground was a puddle of shallow sweat.

"Xiao Ai, you disappointed me."

Mi Ai threw her head into the gray sand, her face buried deep in it, her whole body trembled, and she didn't dare to say a word.

Zhang Xingjue squatted down and hugged Dong, his fingers reached into the wound on Dong's abdomen, his fingers pinched, and he threw it to the ground, and a lump of black phlegm was thrown to the ground, and the black thing hovered on the ground, making a sizzling sound, and then a large piece of gray sand and mud was corroded into a black mucus with a rotten smell. However, after the venom was extracted, the color of Dong's wound became much lighter, and his complexion improved.

Soon, two people ran up, picked up Dong one after the other, and took Dong to the wounded camp for healing.

Zhang Xingjue didn't speak again, looked at the dense and restless people in front of him, and looked at the gray sky, no one dared to make a sound, no one dared to make a trace of noise, if it weren't for the sound of breathing, he must have wondered if there were really hundreds of people here.

He knew that maybe most of the people here were kept in the dark, they didn't know the truth of the matter, they didn't understand why they wanted to save Dong, they didn't understand why they were angry, but they didn't dare to ask, they didn't dare to question. Is it blind trust in him? Perhaps, but most likely they are afraid of themselves, and they need themselves. Therefore, in the face of the so-called right and wrong, they chose to avoid it.