Sheng Mingzhe breathed steadily, bowed, didn't say anything, and helped the two old men to go, his steps were very flustered, the two old men were lifted, only the toes reached the ground, and the two old men must be uncomfortable when they lifted it like this, but they didn't say anything to blame, and they were also afraid that if it weren't for the old age and frailty, they wouldn't live in this place, just because there was an old monk living nearby.

They are all monks, maybe there is some connection between them, and the three of them don't want to have anything to do with the monk.

Looking at the back of the three of them leaving, Wu Zhen sighed, it is like this again, since entering Wucheng, many people have mentioned the word monk, when it comes to monks, their performance is similar, shocked and afraid, Wu Zhen is really curious, and thought that admitting that he is a monk can get a little information, but he didn't expect that even the seventh-level evolutionary of this mother-in-law and mother was scared away, and the monk in their mouth is really so terrifying?

If you listen to dozens or hundreds of people say that a bun is terrible, then no matter what kind of stuffing it is, it must be terrible, even if it is just a steamed bun that has been cold and is about to go rancid, Wu Zhen's feeling now is like this, he really wants to see how powerful this monk is, why are people afraid of him?

The road has to continue walking, Wu Zhen took his mind back, concentrated on the road, and the things he heard were thrown into his mind, he didn't believe in how powerful a monk was from his heart, unless this monk was an eleventh-level god or a king.

After walking for half a mile, the surroundings became very quiet, very empty and desolate, except for a low thatched house built on the side of the road, there were no buildings, here was already very close to the junction of the north and south cities, there was no figure, almost no trace of human life, it was said almost, because there were four or five square meters of green vegetables next to the thatched house. It is very short, but it is neat and imposing, and there is no doubt that it is of the human race.

A feeling popped up in Wu Zhen's heart. He's going to see the monk.

The soul endured the tearing pain that emanated from nothing, and passed through the thatched hut without feeling anything.

Squeak!

The door to the thatched hut was pushed open, and a rickety figure withdrew. Slowly close the door.

This is clearly an old ordinary person, but this scene scared Wu Zhen to the core, what an ordinary person, his soul didn't feel anything, the front should be empty. How could a person appear? An old man who can shield a tenth-level soul, this is impossible!

Just now, this person had his back to Wu Zhen, and his head was buried deep in his chest, so Wu Zhen didn't see his head.

The back turned around, revealing a bare head, this head alone scared Wu Zhen so much that he had the urge to leave quickly, monk, it really deserves its name!

The left half of the monk's head was black, and the rotting flesh crumpled and stuck to the skull, and the yellowish skull under the flesh could be faintly seen. The flesh on the right side of the head is intact, and some gray stubble has grown, and three neatly arranged ring scars are clearly visible. Wu Zhen squinted his eyes, looked at the left half of the monk's head, and finally saw the other three ring scars.

The monk struggled to lift his head a little, revealing the well-defined face, which, like the head, was split in half, the left side rotting and the right side ordinary. It is round, with a silver beard on his chin, and a kind look.

What surprised Wu Zhen was the monk's left eye, and the pupil was black. It was so dark that it was invisible, this was clearly an eye that only high-level zombies could have, and when he saw this eye, Wu Zhen understood something, half of the monk's body was a zombie.

Wu Zhen looked down. The monk is also separated from the left and right from the neck down, half of it is zombie-like, half is normal, and the left hand that emerges from the sleeve is almost only left with a finger bone, the tip is curved, the nails have grown very long, and the exposed left ankle is also a black skin-covered bone.

How can there be such a life?

Wu Zhen's heart was very confused, because he thought of another person, Zhang Xin, he had obtained Zhang Xin's blood, and the breath in it was very complicated, there were zombies, human evolutionists, and predators, at that time, Wu Tian told him that there was no flaw in this kind of evolution, but if all the lives fused together can really lead to the pinnacle of evolution, then, what does the life that has evolved to that level look like? Could it be like this half-human, half-zombie monk, will Zhang Xin become like this now?

The old monk seemed to be looking at Wu Zhen as well, a pair of black eyes were motionless, only stared at by normal black eyes, of course Wu Zhen was not afraid, but he was stared at by the left eye of the zombie, he was very afraid, the pressure brought to him by this eyeball was too great, if there was no mistake in judgment, the level of this half zombie was level eleven!

God-level!

No wonder he can't perceive it, the other party is a level higher than him, how can he feel it?

"Young man, would you like to come in and have a glass of water?"

The monk spoke, and his voice was hoarse, like a sound mixed with many frequencies, which sounded strange.

"Good!"

The monk did not show any hostility, he was very peaceful, just like the old monk in the deep mountain temple, maybe the Tao is not high, but the heart is calm enough.

Moreover, Wu Zhen has been gone for a long time and is really thirsty.

The old monk habitually bent over, and suddenly his body bent lower, and half of his body was almost carried down.

Da! Da! Da!

The old monk slowly moved into the room step by step.

Wu Zhen felt a trace of sadness in his heart, what happened to the monk, why is he so fragile, isn't it a god-level zombie? Why is he so slow, even the two old men just now are not as good, and he acts like a twilight old man who is about to enter a coffin.

Wu Zhen subconsciously slowed down, for fear that if he walked fast, the wind would blow the old man down, and he understood that this person was not a zombie, but a lonely old man.

The room was very dark, Wu Zhen didn't think anything, but the old man was afraid that he couldn't see it, but at a glance, Wu Zhen saw the swarthy. The black eyes were immediately relieved, even if he couldn't see anything, the other party could see it.

The old man walked slowly to the only small window in the thatched hut and brought down two small cups from it.

As soon as the cup moved, Wu Zhen smelled a sweet aroma, very familiar, it seemed to be the taste of what kind of vegetable, he hadn't eaten it for a long time, he had forgotten what kind of vegetable it was.

"Thank you!"

The old man handed out a small cup with his left hand and said slowly.

Wu Zhen figured out something in his heart, didn't care, reached out to take it, and showed a trace of doubt on his face at the right time. He didn't do anything, what did the old man thank him for?

"You're the first person to get so close to me and haven't thought about killing me."

The old man's words revealed deep suffering.

(A very important character appears, the old monk, a real compassionate monk, he is a real Buddha, kind-hearted, compassionate, knows how to love the world, even if the world does not love him at all...... ）

(To be continued.) )