Some time ago.

Qiao Du followed behind the team, pretending to play the suona, he actually didn't know the instrument at all, anyway, it was over.

But soon, the place where the suona came into contact with the mouth began to squirm, and there were countless tentacles that wanted to take the opportunity to burrow into Qiao Dui's mouth.

[A musical instrument with life, it is seriously polluted, and only people with special habits will use it!] 】

Crimson words, deeper than the red mist, flowed from the suona.

"Bah, Lao Tzu's first kiss is still there!"

Qiao Du couldn't help but say, he hurriedly took away the suona, and saw that this thing was like a living thing, writhing slightly.

"We're friends, you can't do anything excessive."

He said to Suona seriously.

The suona immediately became calm.

Jo Twilight feels like she has discovered a new world.

He immediately patted the man in front of him on the shoulder.

"Hello, away from home, shall we make friends?"

The other man's jaw was gone, and his rotting tongue drooped, trembling with the shaking of his head.

[His jaw was definitely not laughed off, but was accurately cut off by a cannonball, woo woo, what a pitiful! ] 】

The man immediately moved out of the way and motioned for Jo Twilight to move forward.

Qiao Du was overjoyed, and painted the gourd again, continuing to make friends with the corpse in front of him.

It took more than half an hour, and Qiao Du had already arrived at the leader of the team.

The corpses were now his friends.

In the sky, the wriggling corpse dragon floated leisurely, and Qiao Twilight raised her head and screamed.

"Friend, please stop."

The sound didn't come far from the fog, and the dragon didn't seem to hear Qiao Dui's cry, and swam straight to a higher place.

"Regret."

It seems that the other party rejected Qiao Dui's friendship.

But now Qiao Du has enough friends.

He stopped, and the team stopped.

Qiao Du casually found a stone platform on the side of the street, stood up, and looked at the whole team through the thick red mist.

"Listen to me, General Li never wants the people to suffer so much, it is the traitors around him who hide the suffering of the people from him, and conceal the true military situation, now we are in the past, we want to get rid of the bad people around him, and return the old city to a bright future!"

He shouted, his voice quickly swallowed up by the red mist.

There was no movement in the team, and all the corpses looked at Qiao Dui.

Smack-

The eye of one of the corpses fell out of its socket and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of flesh.

Seeing that everyone had no opinions, Qiao Duan turned around again, picked up the suona, and blew a sound.

Although he just blows indiscriminately, the suona seems to have grown up, and it can make its own sound and play a high-pitched melody, like the leader of the white affairs team.

Seeing this, Qiao Du walked forward with joy.

There seemed to be something else in the red mist, and those huge shadows lay across the buildings, silently staring at Qiao Dui's team.

As he walked, countless whispers sounded in Qiao Dui's mind at the same time.

He listened carefully and noticed that some of them seemed to be telling their own stories.

As the team leader, it is incumbent upon Qiao Du to get to know the other members.

He saw that some people were just working and living in peace, but they were affected by the war and their entire families were killed.

He saw that there were people who were originally just scholars, but they took up guns and went to battle against foreign enemies, and died in the trenches.

He saw that some people were killed by their own compatriots, and they died with hatred and did not turn a blind eye.

He also saw Xia Yi, saw Tang Xiaomeng, and saw their experiences after they separated, and these pictures seemed to come from their dead colleagues.

These dead were engulfed in red mist, giving them a second life.

Pollution turns into their blood, erosion makes them walk again, and in the great will, the individual is all, all is the individual.

It was a grand and never-ending march in which countless people joined and spread across this devastated land.

The red mist flowed into Joe's nostrils, mouth, and ears, trying to give life to his internal organs.

It didn't take long for Jotwi to notice that her liver was making a protesting noise, trying to discuss philosophical issues with the kidney next door.

Not to be outdone, the large intestine began to fight with the small intestine.

And the lungs are shouting from the sidelines, "Fight well, fight well!" ”

The heart wanted to strike, but this move was unanimously resisted by the other internal organs, and it had to be stopped.

There were countless tiny wriggling tentacles on his skin, and the original dead thing began to take root and sprout under the nourishment of this red mist, and it had a will of its own, which was a tribute to life, and people couldn't help but want to prostrate and prostrate and praise loudly.

"Don't fight anymore, there will be no results if you continue to fight like this!"

"Be honest with me, or I'll stay up all night and tire you to death!"

"And you, do you want me to suffocate you without for three days!"

"I don't smoke, but if you make any more trouble, I'll be a whole two."

He made friends with his own entrails as he moved on.

Soon, Qiao Dui's internal organs were settled.

Everyone loves Jo Twilight.

It was very difficult to distinguish the direction in the red mist, but Qiao Dui could feel where to go, and he led the group forward, and soon, he saw a magnificent building.

This is the Old City Hotel.

The red mist is filled, and the doors are naturally closed here.

Qiao Du first asked everyone to stop, and then came to the gate by herself.

Knock Knock Knock –

Qiao Twilight knocked politely on the door.

In the lobby of the Gucheng Hotel, the big head soldier in charge of the guard heard the knock on the door and suddenly shook his head.

It's red mist outside, so quiet that there isn't even a chicken, how can anyone knock on the door?

The man looked at his companion and thought it was a delusion.

Knock Knock Knock –

But the next second, the knock on the door sounded again.

It's real.

The two big-headed soldiers inside quickly thought of some legends about the Red Mist.

Some people say that there is a grand procession in the red mist, which lures children out of the house and abducts them.

Some people say that the red mist is full of wandering dead people, their faces are hateful, hideous and terrifying.

It is also said that this red mist can bring people back from the dead, and is the creation of some evil gods.

In short, when it is foggy, never go out, this is a big proverb that people who live in the old city have heard since childhood.

But now, who's outside the door?

The other garrison soldiers also rushed over, but they were all just ordinary people, who knew what was in the red mist?

Knock Knock Knock –

After a third knock on the door, there was silence outside.

All the big-headed soldiers were facing the door with their guns in their hands, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, the sound of music sounded outside the door.

Gongs and drums, suona, cheerful and sad.

Immediately, turquoise shoots spread out from the gate, like mushrooms in the corner of the southern sky.

These shoots swaggered like ears of wheat in the wind, and soon the whole wall began to grow and multiply, like a hotbed of abundance.

Bang –

The door was kicked open, and the red mist drifted into the palatial halls of the hotel.

All the big-headed soldiers who came into contact with the red mist let out terrible screams and painful hobbies, and their military uniforms began to grow roots, and their flesh and blood swelled rapidly, and even the guns in their hands began to grow limbs, broke free to the ground, and jumped happily.

The gramophone in the hall sang joyfully, the vases began to dance, the tables and chairs danced, and the whole hall began to become frantic and grand as the red mist spread.

At this time, Qiao Du jumped into the door with a thud.

"Haha, your worker's grandfather is here!"

(End of chapter)