The sound of rustling became more and more indistinct as the ship drew closer to shore, until it finally disappeared from the ears.

"Lord Wang, Miss Qiao, please." The rowing soldier led the way, and invited Mo Haoning and Qiao Xiya to get off the boat, "Please wait here for a while, our general's boat should arrive soon." The little one went back to pick up the others first." With that, he rowed away again.

"Lord Wang, did you hear a strange sound on the road just now?" Even if she got off the boat at this moment and left the endless tall grass, Qiao Xiya's heart was still overwhelmed by the fear brought by the squirrel.

"No, I still want to ask you, why do you want to look back." Mo Haoning looked at Qiao Xiya in confusion, obviously Mo Changhong had already told her before getting on the boat, according to Qiao Xiya's cautious temperament, she should not make an out-of-the-ordinary move, but she wanted to turn around on the way, which made Mo Haoning very puzzled.

"Don't you hear the whispering of someone whispering in your ear?" Qiao Xiya's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and even her voice trembled a little.

"Shiya, what did you hear? Why is your face so ugly?" Only then did Mo Haoning notice that Qiao Xiya's face was already pale, without any blood.

"I hear ......"

"Are you all alright?" Just as Qiao Xiya was about to explain what happened to Mo Haoning, Mo Changhong's voice came from the side.

"Your Highness." Qiao Xiya stopped talking and was deeply blessed.

"Second brother." Mo Haoning nodded to Mo Changhong with a solemn face.

"Did you find anything?" Mo Changhong saw that the faces of the two were wrong, so he couldn't help asking.

"Does Your Highness know something?" The advice when she was about to board the boat and the strange encounter in the swamp made Qiao Xiya have to wonder if Mo Changhong knew that there were strange things in this swamp where you couldn't see the edge at a glance.

"Did you hear that?" Mo Changhong looked around nervously.

Qiao Xiya nodded. Then he was slightly blessed: "Please tell Your Highness what kind of voice it is, don't let us look back, is it because of this?"

Mo Changhong glanced at the tall grass in the swamp behind him with fear in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, go to the tent and say."

The two glanced at each other and followed Mo Changhong into the largest tent in the middle.

"Sit down." Mo Changhong said, he sat in the main seat in the middle, and sighed slightly, without waiting for Qiao Xiya to ask, Mo Changhong let out a long sigh, "This matter has nothing to do with that strange worm. Those dead soldiers were buried, but everyone didn't expect that one night, those dead people crawled out of the grave again," Mo Changhong couldn't help but shudder, "They are training with others as if they are still alive, if it weren't for their stiff bodies and slow movements, no one would have thought that they were comrades who were buried by our own hands not long ago."

"The Living Dead?" Qiao Xiya looked at Mo Changhong and said softly.

"The Living Dead?" Mo Haoning looked at Qiao Xiya with a puzzled expression, "Are there really living dead?"

Qiao Xiya nodded: "Legend has it that in the jungle in the southwest, there are countless holy places for raising corpses, if the corpse of a person is buried in such a place, it can not decay for thousands of years, if you encounter a spiritual animal passing by, by chance, you can also obtain a trace of aura to resurrect yourself. Some of the resurrected corpses will die again in a short period of time, and some will quickly find blood food with this trace of aura, and turn into cannibalistic monsters that harm one party."

"But the living dead we met are not ......like this," Mo Changhong's voice interrupted Qiao Xiya's words faintly, "These living dead who crawled out would imitate the first normal person he saw, imitating their every move, word and deed, but they didn't sleep, and they would gather together at night and make some sounds that seemed to be there, as if they were gathering together to laugh, and as if they were plotting something."

"Why don't you slash them one by one!" Mo Haoning almost started the case, such an evil is like a no-man's land in the barracks, and such a barracks is too much of a bag.

"Split the ......" Mo Changhong's eyes flashed with a thick fear, "A knife goes down, a sticky one

The liquid poured out of the wound, and the living dead instantly became a humanoid skin and fell to the ground. The rest of the living dead will surround the skin at this time, and dance strangely, and the skin on the ground will be filled little by little, and finally it will be restored to a whole human being......

Mo Changhong's words made Mo Haoning and Qiao Xiya look at each other and tremble.

"Will it be exactly the same, exactly the same?" After a long time, Qiao Xiya asked slowly.

"No, there will be a nuance." Mo Changhong shook his head, "The first sentence of these living dead will have a peculiar tail note after the first sentence of their response, and it sounds a bit like the sound of bubbles in a pond, or a bit like a frog croaking...... But only in the first sentence, there will be no longer this end note, and after a while, if you talk to him again, the first sentence of the response will still have this end note."

"So now these living dead, how did the second brother deal with them after he found out?" For such an unkillable monster, Mo Haoning wanted to know how to deal with Mo Changhong.

"Run." Mo Changhong's eyes darkened.

"Run?" Mo Haoning's eyes widened, and he looked at Mo Changhong in disbelief, the man he had always regarded as a role model.

"Yes, run." Mo Changhong smiled bitterly and shook his head, "What else can I do but escape? Yes, I am a general with thousands of troops under my command, but I can't risk the lives of my brothers to fight against this kind of inexplicable evil, they are all battle-hardened men, and they are used to seeing the killing of white knives in and red knives out, in the face of such strange whereabouts, and unkillable things, how do you let them accept it?" Mo Changhong glanced at Mo Haoning and Qiao Xiya, "Perhaps, in two days, you will also flee with us again." qs

"Why?" Although Mo Changhong's current narration is indeed terrifying, she doesn't think it's a good way to escape.

"Because you heard a rustling on the way here." Mo Changhong looked at Qiao Xiya and said quietly.

Mo Changhong's words made Qiao Xiya feel excited, and the fear brought by the strange squirming sound hit her heart again.

"Only those with extremely sensitive ears can hear them early, and when everyone can hear them, they are already with you."

Mo Changhong's words were undoubtedly like a thunderbolt, shattering Mo Haoning and Qiao Xiya's last bit of luck.

"Chunling." Qiao Xiya called out to the tent, "Make some tea." Qiao Xiya wanted to drink some hot tea to suppress her panic.

"Yes, girl. Gollum~"

The voice outside the tent landed, and the three people in the tent couldn't help but feel numb on their scalps and their hairs stood on end.