A group of people surrounded Zhang Feixuan and the three of them in a panic, and the rotten faces and the stench of dead people were close in front of their eyes and noses, making their faces change.

Gao Sishu's footsteps moved, and through the wall behind him, his body reflected Lao Gao, and he was about to jump out of the crowd, but as soon as his body reached the sky, he suddenly struck and landed at a faster speed.

The two looked at each other suspiciously.

"It's all people."

Gao Sishu's voice was steady, with a hint of 'you're dead' desperation in the steady.

Wang Qi was looking forward, his pupils shrinking.

He was tall, and he could see that since these men had gathered around, the dense crowd of people in the streets behind them that should have been empty had filled the streets, and there was no room for them to escape.

"Help us"

The decaying dead people got closer and closer, squeezing their space even more, and they saw that there was no place to take them.

They didn't know what these rotting dead people were trying to do, but they knew that if they were approached by these people, they wouldn't be pleased.

"The third! Take us flying! Zhang Feixuan hurriedly shouted.

Wang Qizheng grew thin wings directly from his back, grabbed Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu with both hands, squatted with his legs and feet, and jumped straight into the air with his strength, and flew up with thin wings.

No matter how many there are, as long as they fly up, then everything will be fine.

When those rotten people saw people flying, they subconsciously reached out and grabbed them.

Gao Sishu curled up in a ball, barely able to dodge the hands of these men.

It was Zhang Feixuan, who didn't have time to dodge, and was grabbed by an ankle by a rotten hand.

As the hand grabbed it, people in all directions, like mirror images, reached out and grabbed him.

Those hands were so sore and rotten that they couldn't be seen, and strange maggots grew out of their fingers and clinged to Zhang Feixuan's trouser legs.

It made him feel sick.

No matter how embarrassed he is, he looks like a rich and noble son, keeping himself clean, this kind of thing, he hates the most!

"Let me go!"

Zhang Feixuan subconsciously opened the folding fan, and blood exploded in his hand, wanting to cut off the hand that grabbed him.

But just as he was about to move, his eyes happened to meet the eyes of these carrion corpses, which made him stunned for no reason.

It stands to reason that he has seen a lot of this kind of dead people, even if it is a dead person who is pressed into a black body, at most it makes his scalp numb, but it will not make his heart fluctuate, even if these dead people are alive

This kind of thing, at most, is a zombie that has just come out of the corpse, and it may not even be a zombie, but there are just a lot of them.

Even if these people are connected to the mortals in the real general's city, but so what, it's just a mere mortal, for their own safety, killing a few carrion corpses, it's nothing.

The bell is not there, and the senior brother is not there.

Killing these carrion corpses would at most make a few mortals die, and he would be able to escape.

But

Zhang Feixuan just can't do it.

Those eyes were also rotten, and even some of them had fallen off, but the look revealed in them was familiar to him.

That year, there was a sudden flood, and the people in the city died, and as a survivor, he also had this kind of look at the sect that came.

Prayer, expectation, and longing.

Zhang Feixuan's hand stopped, he looked at these dense carrion corpses who couldn't see the number of people in a daze, no matter how many of them were, but the movements were the same, all of them raised their heads, whether they had eyeballs or not, that look couldn't be faked.

They are also praying for salvation.

Just like myself back then.

"I can't even sweep the snow in front of the door!" Zhang Feixuan gritted his teeth, and his stopped hand clenched the folding fan, and he was about to fan the bloody blade, but inexplicably, he couldn't use it.

Immortals are made by mortals.

In my mind, the words of my senior brother sounded inexplicably.

Who wasn't a mortal back then?

He was also a mortal back then, if at that time, someone was like his senior brother, who really rescued him, but threw him into the water like a scapegoat, maybe his fate would not have been different.

"What are you doing, ouch!" Wang Qizheng exclaimed.

Zhang Feixuan let go of the hand that grabbed him at this time, and hit him hard, dragging him to fly a little high, but he fell to the ground.

He opened the folding fan and fanned it against his body with unusual grace, "You guys, I really don't believe in evil today!" ”

"Second brother, what are you crazy about!"

Wang Qizheng roared in puzzlement, wanting to go down and continue to arrest Zhang Feixuan, but where was there still time, the boundless carrion corpses stretched out their hands at this moment, waiting for him to land.

"Okay! I don't care about you anymore! Ask for more blessings! Wang Qizheng gritted his teeth, flapped his wings and flew high, away from this boundary.

"Do I need you to take care of it? I'm the second brother."

Zhang Feixuan shook his head and wanted to fan himself again, but the hands of the group of rotting corpses had already touched him.

"Save us, Daxian!"

"We don't want to die!"

"There are monsters, there are monsters, Daxian!"

Zhang Feixuan, who was overwhelmed by the carrion, could only hear these people repeating these words, and as the more hands on him, the more his consciousness became scattered.

The clothes on his body also began to gradually decay, becoming the same as this group of rotting corpses.

Without the inviolability of the senior brother, nor the great avenue fire, nor the magic weapon refined with the mana of the senior brother like the bell, he should not have come down in the first place.

Zhang Feixuan regretted it for no reason.

Why did you suddenly change your mind?

What a villain!

Well, now that he is surrounded by this group of rotting corpses, he is really going to be finished.

What kind of hero is it, it's not a big brother, is he worthy?

Myself

"Don't be afraid!"

In the group of rotting corpses, Zhang Feixuan suddenly shouted, "I am Zhang Feixuan, the second disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect, our Golden Immortal Sect is the best at helping the world and saving people, I will not throw you away, come!" Say what danger you have, I'll solve it for you! ”

With the sound, a ball of blood and qi exploded, and the rotting corpses that were shocked retreated, leaving a little gap for Zhang Feixuan.

Ignoring the tattered tatters on his body, he fanned the folding fan, stood behind his back with one hand, and his body was straight.

"The gods don't care about me!"

"God doesn't care about me!"

"I can't control it, I still have a senior brother, he will definitely be able to control it!"

"Look at me, I look so handsome, you know that I don't lie! If I had lied, I would have left a long time ago! ”

Zhang Feixuan didn't know where he got the courage, so he shouted there: "Calm down, say slowly, I will save you!" ”

Whether or not you are qualified or not, whether you can save it, is no longer in the scope of Zhang Feixuan's thinking.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, all he could think of was the words and deeds of his senior brother.

and

When he was a mortal, he encountered the scenes of those sect disciples.

Back then, they didn't save.

Right now

I can save!

Whoever said that refining qi and cultivating the truth must be the same as those people!

He Zhang Feixuan, can't he be the same as the senior brother?!

(End of chapter)