There are shadows on the river.

The boatman no longer rowed, but sat silently by the canopy, letting the boat move slowly with the dark river. Something seemed to be floating underwater, occasionally hitting the hull with a soft "thump" sound.

The night is like a black tent, and there is not a light in sight.

And the darkness had no effect on Nanming, he didn't need eyes to see.

The palm of her hand suddenly felt a little itchy, and when she looked down, it was the girl who drew a word in her palm with her fingers: sleep.

He blinked again.

As far as the eye could see, the others in the awning boat seemed to be asleep, so quiet that they didn't make a sound.

It's just that those nervous and rapid heartbeats like rain hitting plantains are as clear as the beating of drums in his ears, and it seems that he is not sleeping peacefully.

The living dead?

A hint of curiosity arose in Nan Ming's heart.

He stood up, and sat down silently on the side of the ship, his eyes fixed on the bottomless darkness below.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one could see it, he secretly stretched out his hand under the water and made a sound like a swimming fish.

"Whoa!"

A swollen human face suddenly floated in the water, opening its mouth to reveal a mouth full of yellow teeth, and biting his fingers violently.

It's like a fish that bites a hook.

But it didn't look pleasant, Nan Ming's expression was a little disgusted, and his fingertips bent and flicked, and he suddenly turned this unhygienic living corpse into powder.

The flesh and blood powder spilled silently into the river, attracting more living corpses to the surface like a school of fish competing for food, and the scene was once very spectacular.

It's a pity that no one can appreciate this night when you can't see your fingers.

Nan Ming played a little bit of fun, playing hide and seek with these cute little guys underwater with one finger. Whenever a living corpse came to bite or reach out to grab it, he retracted like lightning and told them to pounce.

Repeat the cycle.

"Mother, I want to relieve ......"

Suddenly, a child's voice sounded in the canopy, with a crying voice. Someone immediately covered his mouth: "Don't speak." Bear with me, it'll be fine at dawn. ”

The sound alarmed outside, Zhang Yuan lifted the tarpaulin probe and came in, his eyes scanned everyone fiercely.

Everyone suddenly felt a chill hit their bodies, and everyone was silent.

However, at this moment, a strong wind blew, the river boat was bumpy, and several people fell on the board of the boat like a rolling gourd. First the child cried, then the woman exclaimed and the man whispered, and the voices were loud for a while.

On the river, the living corpses who were playing with Nanming turned their heads one after another, staring at the canopy boat with miserable white eyes.

On the silent Qingming River, the voices of the people on the boat are as conspicuous as fireflies in the night.

Nan Ming secretly withdrew his fingers as if nothing had happened, and wiped the water stains on his clothes.

A bony hand with fallen flesh and skin trembled and climbed up to the bow of the ship, crawling up to the world like a demon from hell, and the inhuman force tore the whole ship slightly.

"Whoosh!"

A tiny silver ray flew out of the darkness and struck the head of the living corpse, knocking it down.

However, more living corpses poured in, and the rotting and blackened arms were exposed to the water, crawling up like hungry ghosts reincarnated, even though the silver rays were falling like rain, they were also a little overwhelmed.

Nanming turned around and saw that the slender girl was holding dozens of silver needles between her fingers, and with a flick of her wrist, a silver needle flew out, and the force was so strong that the living corpses that were hit fell headlong.

Although the kung fu of this flying needle is handsome, it should consume a lot of wrist strength and mind, and she is afraid that she will not last long.

But the living corpse was endless, and even if it was knocked down, it only fell back into the water, and after a while, it showed its head again, and it seemed to be unscathed.

On the other side, Zhang Yuan untied a pair of curved axes from his waist and chopped down several living corpses that climbed onto the side of the ship.

His axe technique was wide open and closed, and the tendons of the living corpses were broken and fractured with an axe, and even the head was almost chopped off.

However, after all, it was close, and countless hands of living corpses reached out from under the water and grabbed at the surface of his feet.

"Ahh

Caught off guard, Zhang Yuan was almost pulled into the water, but fortunately Fu Huijing reacted in time, and the silver needles flew and saved his life.

"Hahu...... Hahu ......"

Zhang Yuan, who was almost alive, gasped for breath with palpitations, took a few steps back, and shouted angrily, "Light the lamp!

They can't see clearly in the dark, but the living corpses can follow the sound to find people, and the environment is extremely unfavorable.

There was another rush of scramble, and finally a glimmer of light came on the ship.

The firelight illuminated the river.

"Hiss......"

I don't know who gasped, everyone's eyes were dull, looking at the living corpses on the river surface that were densely spread like dumplings, only to feel a chill rushing to their heads, and their hands and feet couldn't stop shaking.

And that's just as far as the fire can reach.

In the darkness that is not as bright as the light, I don't know how many greedy rotten limbs are still dancing, eyeing the tiger......

It's over, it's over.

Zhang Yuan's mind was also blank, and he only thought of one sentence back and forth: My life is over!

He is just a bandit leader, and the strength of the Body Refining Realm makes him fearless of a few living corpses, but manpower is sometimes poor, and no matter how fierce his axe is, it is impossible to cut down this overwhelming number of living corpses.

Even with the help of Fu Huijing, who is also a body refiner, the two of them resisted together, but they couldn't last long.

When their physical strength is exhausted, it is when they die.

A lonely ship, besieged by tens of millions of living corpses in the heart of the river, unless it can fly, no one can escape. At this moment, Zhang Yuan was extremely remorseful, why did he go to the waterway with a convulsion in his head, this is clearly a dead end!

At this moment, Nan Ming stood up and stepped to the bow of the ship.

"Khooth!"

He kicked an iron sword from the ship's board, and the sword spun in the air, and with a sprint of it, it fell right into the palm of his hand.

“...... This surnamed Nan is also a practitioner? I actually looked away. ”

Seeing this, Zhang Yuan secretly thought, but it was still difficult to change the depression in his heart - even if this kid's magic skills are world-famous, as long as he doesn't enter the cultivation, he is still a mortal, can he still kill all the living dead in this river?

"Nan Gongzi, be careful!"

At this time, there was a sudden loud shout, but it was a living corpse that had climbed onto the bow of the boat, and narrowly reached out and grabbed Nanming's clothes.

Fu Huijingxiu shook her wrist and was about to spill the silver needle.

However, the next moment, I saw a flash of sword light as fast as thunder, and no one could see what was happening, and the living corpse was broken in half and fell into the river.

"Good swordsmanship!"

She muttered subconsciously, and her starry eyes locked on Nan Ming's back, as if to see him through.

Nanming stood upright on the bow of the ship, dressed like a pine facing the wind.

"Miss Fu, Zhang Da is in charge, you all stand on one side. I'll leave it to me. ”

He turned back and said to the two of them, but the sword in his hand kept coming, slashing the living corpses that climbed up one by one like eyes.

After that, without waiting for the two to answer, he turned around and swung his sword.

A little cold star arrives first, and then the sword comes out like the wind!

His sword seems to have no rules, but every time he swings it, it can accurately land on the vital point of the living corpse - either the head, or the neck, or simply cut off at the waist.

With just a few swords, the living corpse that climbed in front of him turned into a few pieces of flying flesh and blood, like a wind sweeping leaves, clean and neat.

He kept swinging his sword and swinging his sword as if he were tireless...... There was not a hint of trembling in the arm.