The spring rain is like oil, a bunch of vegetable fields are covered with light green, and the buds and leaves are lovely, which makes people salivate.

The original open golf course has been converted into farmland, and thanks to the end of the world, the population has plummeted and the water table has risen, allowing them to easily dig wells.

Facing the chapel is an open space, a wooden shelf is erected high, a bronze mirror rests on the top, and a hundred and ten people kneel at the bottom, surrounded by the circle of light reflected by the bronze mirror, with the left hand touching the forehead, the right hand holding the heart, the mouth is reciting, the words are resigned, the voice is grand or tactful, the high and low are harmonious, like singing.

The prayer they recite is called "Prayer of Light", which is a sacred text specially passed down by the light walkers who have sensed the suffering of the people, a total of 866 syllables, it is said to be the text of the gods, which is different from any language, and is chanted every day to avoid the invasion of demonic energy and prevent infection with hypothermia.

For this scripture, Ke Mingde also took a lot of effort, these people did not have a little foundation, and the concept of meridian acupuncture points was not established, so he simply took out a meridian in the throat, chest and lungs of the pure yang boy's power, and then added a few special acupoints, and used breath and sound to drive the acupuncture points, so as to run the breath, gather and breed yang qi, and nourish the heart and blood.

This "Prayer of Light" has been simplified to the extreme, and it can't even compare to the most final exercises in the martial arts world, only a faint effect on breeding yang qi, and it has to rely on it to practice internal qi, not to mention thirty years of hard work.

In addition, the Prayer of Light has some weak cardiopulmonary exercises, but its effect is about the same as doing radio gymnastics twice a day.

The defects are obvious, but the advantages are also extremely significant, and any exercise in the world is nothing more than refining and refining qi, entering from the mouth, supplementing with food, and using the resources of the last days, how can it be supplied? Only this bright prayer, the effect is weak, the consumption is also negligible, it is suitable for the current situation, and it is better than not concentrating, it can be recited at any time, it can be practiced when walking, and it can be practiced when it does not work.

However, all of these words of light are meaningless syllables, which require the cooperation of the mouth, nose, tongue, throat and even the chest and abdominal cavity, as well as special breathing methods, which are difficult to learn, let alone recorded on paper and pen, and can only be passed on by word of mouth.

But the eyes of the masses are bright, and seeing that there is a way to protect themselves from being infected by nightmarish hypothermia, they can't wait to be chattering 24 hours a day, and they burst out with great enthusiasm, learn from each other, practice day and night, and soon overcome this difficulty.

After a few months of study, most of them have become proficient in the Prayer of Light. But there are high and low in the earth, there are virtuous and foolish people, and there are still some people who can't learn these pronunciation skills, but there are only a few, and Ke Mingde doesn't bother with them.

"Get out of the way!

The peaceful and solemn chapel suddenly became noisy, pushing and shoving several sturdy men, members of the Hand of Light, who had broken in from outside.

Now the Hand of Light has developed to the scale of thirty people, and the selection is all pious young and strong, practicing the magic stick method passed down by Ke Mingde, and practicing the simplified Pure Yang Tongzi Gong, which is called the Light Guidance Technique, the unity of movement and static, which is a hundred times better than the light prayer, but unfortunately it is limited to food, and only the people of the Hand of Light are allowed to practice.

The man who was kneeling on the ground and chanting the scriptures stood up to dodge, and four men walked in with a wooden door, on which lay a young man with curly brown hair, the left side of his neck covered with his hand, and blood was dripping from his fingers.

"Fetch holy water!" cried out anxiously for Terry, now the leader of the Hand of Light.

Corleone, who was teaching children in the back hall, heard the noise outside, put down his textbook, and walked into the chapel through the side door.

"What's going on? zombies are in?" he exclaimed, quickly squeezing through the panicked crowd and asking Terry about the situation.

"There's an accident outside, he's dying!" he replied briefly: "Get holy water!" There are also hemostatic medicines and bandages!"

"Call the doctor too!"

Corion glanced at it, Groot's face was pale, his eyes were closed, he was already unconscious, and he didn't have time to ask anything else, so he ran to the offering table in two steps, picked up a two-foot-high white porcelain flask, and sent it to Groot.

"Bring the water glass!"

Corleone arrived at half a glass of clear liquid and brought it to the wounded, and someone behind him dragged his head, broke his lips, and carefully poured it in.

"The doctor is here!"

A man with slightly gray hair came in, with a wooden box under his arm, a gray trench coat, and dripping water on his hands.

The current environment does not allow him to pay attention to it, so he wipes it twice on the front placket, wipes off the water droplets, and urgently treats the wounds of the injured.

"He was bleeding so much and his wounds were so bad that even if he left all the holy water for him, it would be useless. ”

The doctor knew this, sighed secretly, and carefully wrapped the bandage: "Which of you has blood that matches him?

"How's he's hurting, is there any hope?"

Terry pulled the doctor aside and asked in a whisper.

"I've done everything I can, he won't be able to die for a while, but only the Sage can save his life!"

Terry stuck the tiger's mouth on his upper lip, took a deep breath, and forced a smile: "It's going to be fine, he's just become a father......"

The doctor turned back to get back to work, and Terry clenched his right fist and slammed it into the air, dragging him out of the chapel.

"Captain Terry, wait a minute!" Corleone chased after him, "What's going on out there? No one has ever been injured like this!"

"You come with me!" Terry replied, leading Corleone outside, explaining as he went:

"You know that although the zombies are terrifying and have the characteristics of immortality, we have the courage to face them after the lessons of the sages, and after practicing light guidance, the young men are getting stronger and stronger day by day. ”

"These irrational evil creatures are no longer able to cause harm to us, and they can even surrender one-on-one when they fall into the trap, use weapons and armor, at most, they will bump and bump, as long as they don't go out at night, or fall into the corpses, they will hardly encounter danger, but ......"

He stopped, pointing ahead, and Corion looked in the direction of his finger, and a crowd of people surrounded a stake, unable to get through.

The crowd moved out of the way and let the two pass.

"Look!"

Corleone squinted, and a zombie was firmly tied to a wooden stake, and the thick rope was wrapped around several times, so that it could not move, and its head was also immobilized, and it could only make a "hiss" sound.

The zombie is not tall, and like other zombies, this is the manifestation of the corpse after dehydration and atrophy, but its color is not brown and yellow after the skin and flesh are dried up**, but a little black, as if it has been smoked.

"How is its mouth like this!"

Corion leone leaned his head close to the zombie's head and examined it closely.

The zombie's two lips had long since rotted and fallen off, revealing two rows of black and yellow teeth and struggling gums.

This is very common, and eight out of ten zombies outside look like this.

However, the zombie in front of him, under the root of the tooth, grew out with two rows of sparse fangs.

The fangs grow outwards and bend inwards to form hooks, with bloodshot streaks hanging from each other. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?