Chapter 714: The Demon of the Corpse Collector

I grabbed Xuanqing's back placket, dragged him to his knees, snatched the loyal soul, and thrust the loyal soul into the ground.

"Are you stunned?" I shouted to Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing gasped heavily, looked around uneasily, and said to me in a deep voice: "No one can escape this time!"

"Do you have anything to eat?"

I suddenly remembered the Zen saying I saw in the cave that day: "With the power of one meal, you can live for hundreds of millions of eons." It was precisely by gnawing on that leg bone that I could feel the vision of time slowing down.

"If you don't have anything to eat, you have two pieces of chewing gum. Xuan Qing looked at me suspiciously, took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and handed it to me.

I looked at the carrion corpse close at hand, I couldn't care about it, I peeled off the sugar skin, chewed it a few times, didn't care about the gum paste in my throat, sticky intestines and the like, and snorted, swallowed. I can only pray secretly, and this is also a meal.

But the piece of chewing gum did not honestly slide down the esophagus, swallowed too quickly, stuck in the throat, and couldn't go up or down.

I stuck it a few times, but I still couldn't swallow it, Xuan Qing didn't know why, and sighed: "This kid is stupid, and he won't be busy for so long." He pounded my back as he spoke.

My face was feverish, and my back was hurt by Xuan Qing's beating, and I was about to stop him, but when I looked in front of me, things around me began to blur. Feel the piece of gum slowly slip into your stomach.

Looking back, Xuan Qing was slowly opening and closing his big mouth, as if he was saying something, and the hand that was slapping my back just now was also frozen in mid-air, and the moment Xuan Qing closed his mouth, a syllable clearly entered the ear drum.

The rotting corpses around them were extremely slow to move, and they could not be seen at this moment, like upright wax figures, monotonous in color, but so real.

Despite the experience of the last time, I could only barely adapt to this sudden change, and I hurriedly took advantage of this time to raise the loyal soul and slaughter the carrion like a wind.

When I walked, I could only hear the wind whistling in my ears, and my ears were like being stabbed by a steel cone, and my eyes were also sour and numb in the rapidly changing picture, and a sense of resentment and chill also lingered in my heart.

I endured the severe pain, slashing left and right, not knowing how fast I was, only that some of the severed heads I had cut off were floating in the air, and I had to use my hands to the side to move on.

But I know in my heart that I have this superhuman ability, but I didn't have a superhuman physique, and I slashed all the way, and my physical strength gradually ran out. If you change someone else, and suddenly the speed increases, it's no wonder if you're not crazy!

It seemed to me that half an hour had passed, but when I looked back, Xuan Qingshicai's raised right hand had not yet been lowered, but his eyes had changed from horror to amazement.

I sprinted with a pebble on my hind foot and hit me in the back of the head, trembling and trying to keep slashing, but I found that I had lost my speed.

But the rotting corpses in front of me only increased, and the moment I fell, I felt that my eyes were extremely sour, and my internal organs seemed to be unable to resist such a bump, almost wanting to shatter.

“...... "......I don't know what Xuan Qing said, the stunned pestle was there, he saw me fall to the ground, and hurriedly rushed forward.

"What trick did you just make? Oliver has switched to chewing gum?" Xuan Qing looked at me with a stunned expression.

I clasped my hot chest with both hands, didn't have the heart to mess with him, stretched out my hand and pointed at the more and more rotting corpses gathering in front of me, and my heart was full of hope.

Although the dense carrion corpses are scattered, every step seems to be stepping on the tip of a person's heart.

I don't know where so many unjust ghosts came from, but although the clothes on some of the rotting corpses are covered with mud, I can see that the handiwork is extremely exquisite, the meat is rotten, but the clothes are still intact, I don't know which emperor's tomb crawled out of the emperor's tomb.

Take a closer look, in addition to the corpses that have just been buried in the dead woods, there are many rotting corpses and skeletons dressed quite neatly, just like a family dinner.

"I really didn't expect that the people of the 'Dianjin Pavilion' would be buried here!" Xuan Qing looked at the rotting corpse in front of him and said slowly.

I was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and saw that he was not in a hurry at this time, and asked him: "What is the Golden Pavilion, the Silver Pavilion?"

Xuan Qing didn't answer, I followed his gaze, and as the carrion got closer and closer, I saw that many of the carrion corpses had a fiery red word '囯' embroidered on their clothes.

"What do you pronounce this word?" I have seen the Chinese character, but I have never heard of this analogy of '囯'.

"Taiping Tianwen!" Xuan Qing paused, then stood up and looked around helplessly.

"Oh?" I sighed, but I didn't care about any race or country.

At this time, the fourth uncle also woke up slowly, shook his head, looked at the rotting corpses rampant around, and showed surprise: "Where is this?"

"Didn't get far!" I replied, shaking my head.

Although the fourth uncle woke up, he had just injured his vitality when he was fighting the five ghosts, and it was difficult to get up, let alone take us out to kill. But looking at his eyes when he looked at those rotting corpses, it seemed to be full of confusion, and it was the same as Xuanqing's eyes when he first saw those rotting corpses.

I secretly wondered, could it be that these carrion corpses are still organized?

With a cold air coming, the carrion corpse that I had just forced back was only a stone's throw away. I struggled to stand up and asked the fourth uncle, "Are we unable to get out?"

"I can't die!" the fourth uncle looked at the dry forest in the middle of the mountain and said in a deep voice.

I was shocked after listening to this, could it be that the fourth uncle had come up with a way to deal with it? Just as I was about to ask him, I heard a sudden sound of footsteps in the dead woods.

Looking intently, I saw a group of men dressed in red, embroidered with a bright-eyed flower cluster in his heart, walking, like a swift wind, clearly stepping on the dead leaves on the ground, but the sound was like a thin snake swimming on it, extremely weak.

Look at the head of the person is burly, with a high nose, and a righteous atmosphere between his eyebrows, just like a leader. Holding a bamboo pole the thickness of a calf, he slaughtered the corpses head-on.

The people behind him were as heavy as water on all sides, and they couldn't see the slightest confusion in their breathing during the sprint, and the big knife in their hands was shiny, and they didn't hear the sound of shouting and killing, but the knife slashed at the neck of the rotting corpse.

All this is just the work of soaking in the pee, but I was shocked by this sudden change of mouth.

Just look at the person at the head, taking the opportunity to rush into the corpse, his left wrist suddenly turned back, raised his right hand again, and slapped it on the bamboo body, only to hear a crisp sound of 'bang', the end of the bamboo pole was divided into several points, and under the shaking, the bamboo billet swayed wildly.

He then used his hands to rotate the bamboo pole at high speed, and the broken bamboo billet at the end immediately spread out and spread like a fan, stirring the corpse stumps flying.

I was stunned, I didn't expect that someone would suddenly come out, let alone that an inconspicuous bamboo pole could also exert such power.

"Hey, this Zhu Lao Liu is good at kung fu!" the fourth uncle said to himself with a happy face.

"Do you know him?" I asked the fourth uncle, but I didn't know what the origin of these people was, but I vaguely thought of the 'Dian Jin Pavilion' that Xuan Qing said.

Xuan Qing watched the fight in front of him, and said: "Shandong's 'Zhu Wuye', at the beginning, made a good stick in his hand, and rushed into the foreign musket team, as if he was in a no-man's land, with the strength of one person, he simply broke away the foreign devils and the musket guards, and he was really one of the few heroes. ”

"What does this have to do with him?" I asked Xuan Qing.

"Zhu Wuye is very powerful, and the eight immortal sticks in his hands make him superb, and he was later recruited by Hong Xiuquan and established as the king of the 'Dianjin Pavilion', specially training dead soldiers for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. At the peak of the Golden Pavilion, there were 10,000 people under his command, and they were all good players who could fight one against ten. ”

"Then the Heavenly King Hong Xiuquan was defeated and died, Zhu Wuye and his family disciples returned to the mountains, no one knew where he was hiding, until I saw the words and embroidery on those rotting corpses just now, and I suddenly realized!" Xuan Qing's words showed a hint of admiration.

Only then did I understand that Zhu Wuye lived in seclusion here, and the ancestral graves were also moved here, and Zhu Lao Liu saw that his ancestors had crawled out of the grave circle, so it was strange that he was not in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, a large group of carrion corpses had been suppressed by them, and every time a carrion corpse fell, a ghost howl was heard, and then it turned into a yin wind and blew into the distance.

Zhu Laoliu suddenly stood up, slapped the bamboo body again, and the scattered ends of the bamboo pole gathered together again, as if it had never been cracked.

Seeing that the people behind him had wiped out the corpses, he put the knife back into its sheath, and quickly lifted a corpse skeleton and walked into the distance.

Zhu Laoliu carried the bamboo pole behind his back and looked at the few of us from a distance.

The moonlight shrouded the earth again, and the color of blood before dawn made the man in front of him even more mysterious.

"Li Jingkan!" Zhu Lao Liu walked in front of the fourth uncle, threw down the bamboo pole in his hand, grabbed the fourth uncle's right hand, and the two hugged each other.

"You ......" Zhu Laoliu looked at the fourth uncle's empty sleeves in surprise.

The fourth uncle was like an excited child at this time, patted Zhu Lao Liu's shoulder, and said, "It's hard to say, how is it in Shandong, why did even the ancestral tomb move here?"

"My great-grandfather was very old, and said that this place is adjacent to Tianjing (Nanjing), although there is no dragon elephant, but it is a stable place, and it is only when he learns that the ancestral tomb has changed, so he ......" Zhu Laoliu sighed.

I don't know what kind of friendship he has with the fourth uncle, but looking at the excited eyes of the two when they talked, I know that the relationship between the two of them is by no means comparable.

"These two are ......" Zhu Lao Liu looked Xuan Qing and me up and down and asked.

"This is my nephew - He Yiming, this is Xuan Qing. The fourth uncle introduced.

After hearing this, Zhu Lao Liu laughed a few times, patted the fourth uncle's shoulder, and was about to take a few of us to the Golden Pavilion.

The fourth uncle did not refuse, and talked and laughed with him all the way, like a pair of long-lost brothers.

I walked all the way, looking at the shiny bamboo pole on Zhu Laoliu's back all the way, and remembered the group of red-clothed people who stretched out their hands quickly just now, and they were not sucked dry of blood when they went deep into the corpse, and they were puzzled and asked Xuanqing: "His bamboo pole is an ordinary bamboo pole, why is it so powerful?"

Xuan Qing shook his head and said to me: "This bamboo pole is about one zhang and three feet long, and it needs to be boiled in boiling oil for three days, and then exposed to the sun for one month, without the slightest damage, before it can be made into this 'Eight Immortal Stick'!"