The long halberd of the portrait was cold, protecting the bloody man behind him, looking at the murderer with cold eyes, and the people around him who seemed to have been removed from their souls trembled slightly, and raised their eyes to look at the portrait.

Weng Ran sighed in his heart, this representative of justice is really out of everything, and turned his eyes to Ji Wusheng, but fortunately, there was no unkindness on the other party's face.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, the bloody man pounced on Tu Liuhe, hugged Tu Liu's thigh hard, and the blood stains on his body rubbed the clean hem of his clothes, but Tu Liuhe didn't care, but said softly to the person who was panicking for help, "It's okay, don't be afraid." ”

The bloody man hugged his thighs and cried profusely.

As for the murderer, with a messy hair, he staggered up from the ground, a pair of crazy eyes through the messy hair covering his face, staring at the fugitive photo full of danger, and his voice was hoarse, "He has worms on his body, you can't die!"

The bloody man looked up and pleaded at the picture, and kept saying, "I don't have any worms on me! No worms! He's crazy! He's a madman! He dug these people up to death! Immortals save me! Immortals save me!"

As the bloody man spoke, tears washed the blood on his face, and he kowtowed to the disciples like crazy.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at the corpse wall, and indeed on each corpse, there were no less than ten extremely deep wounds, and they couldn't help but look at the madman, who had already picked up the broken knife on the ground that was only half cut off.

And Tu Liuying actually stretched out his hand and gently stroked the bloody man's head, and the person who couldn't help kowtowing was stunned, looking at Tu Liuhe in disbelief, only to see a smile that tried to release a gentle smile, although the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were born arrogant.

But she tried to smile gently, and the madness of the bloody man faded in this smile, and only two lines of tears fell silently.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. ”

The clean and plain hands that gently stroked the long hair were stained with dirt and blood, but they didn't care about the photo, and the bloody man also calmed down with that stroke, and at this moment, a coquettish voice shouted, "Be careful!"

The halberd swung again, and the broken knife shattered in response, and the flying fragments grazed the bloody man's cheeks, and the bloody man screamed again, shouting and covering his head, curling his body into a ball, "Don't dig me!

Tu Liuying's footsteps were already walking towards the madman, but he stopped in this frightened howl, looked down at the person rolling on the ground, sighed helplessly, squatted down, raised the dirty hand, and stroked the bloody man's head again, a trace of spiritual power was sent out, soothing the frightened heart of the bloody man.

"He has worms on him! You touch him! You want to die! You want to die too!" the madman roared, turning his steps like a headless fly, trying to find another weapon, and the next moment, Hua Guang came to his body, the sword crossed his neck, Weng Ran held Qiluo, stood in front of Tu Liuying, behind the madman, and said coldly, "There are obviously no worms on them." ”

Ignoring life and death, the madman turned around and shouted excitedly, "There are worms on them!"

As he spoke, he raised his bloodstained hand, and there were even strands of flesh embedded in his nails, pointing at those people, and his eyes widened as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, "I saved them, I dug out the worms in their bodies." ”

He lowered his head, his head trembling uncontrollably, and muttered to himself, "But it hasn't been dug up yet, and the worms haven't been dug up yet."

When you look up, you are about to rush at the people and shout, "Don't stop me! I want to save people! I want to save people!"

The men all shuddered, cowering and trying to dodge, but the wall of corpses blocked their way back.

Weng Ran looked at the people who rushed over, with clear tears in his eyes, "I want to save people, a practitioner, hang a pot to help the world, I can't see death without saving, I can't see death without saving." ”

"Huh"

With a light sigh, the next moment Qiluo waved lightly, the madman's eyes rolled, his body was already limp, and the last sentence before losing consciousness was still reading, "I can save them, I can." ”

The moment Weng Ran stretched out his hand to enter his arms, the smell of blood also rushed to his nose.

Seeing that the madman fell, several of those who lost their souls burst into brilliance in their eyes, laughed silly, and even got up from the ground, dancing with their hands, "Haha~ dead~ He is finally dead~ Finally dead~"

Blood was pouring from their wounds, but they didn't seem to feel pain.

In this tragic situation, all the disciples of the Wu Pavilion were speechless, who was wrong? Was it the wrong doctor who was bent on saving people, or was it the wrong of the innocent people who were affected?

"Let's settle these people first. Ji Wusheng's tone also revealed a hint of heaviness.

But those people were so frightened that whenever a stranger came near them, they attacked like crazy, scratching, kicking, and biting, and finally had no choice but to faint all these people first, and counted the number of people, and counted the healer, a total of twelve.

Ji Wushang looked at Chen Yue, who had already begun to heal, and a few disciples who were helping, and said, "That's it, these junior sisters, heal these people here first." As he spoke, he turned his head and looked around, and stretched out his hand to the two male disciples, "These two plus Senior Brother Hua, the three of you will also stay, one will take care of you, and the rest will continue to search with me." ”

The disciples obeyed the arrangement, and only snorted coldly, looking very dissatisfied with this arrangement, but they didn't say anything, bent down to pick up a corpse on the ground, and put it on the corpse wall.

The blood stained his clothes even more.

"Lao Ji disposed of these corpses to avoid corpse mutation or corpse plague. After Ji Wushang said this, some disciples understood what Hua Chongying was doing, but when they thought of touching those corpses, the expressions on their faces were not very good-looking.

Over there, Hua Geying held the corpse one by one and sent it to the corpse wall, the corpse swayed softly, and even rubbed his cheek, but he only frowned slightly and hid his head to the side.

Weng Ran was a little surprised, the flower ghost was in her heart, it was not such an image, and sure enough, people should not be good-looking.

"As a cultivator, I have good thoughts in my heart, and I can't bear these innocent people, and I can't live in the earth. Ji Wushang's gaze shifted from the slender figure to the other disciples.

Several people bowed their heads in shame, "That's what Senior Brother Ji said. ”

A few people began to move, and Ji Wushang said to Chenyue and the others again, "It's hard work." Then he took the people and left.

Before leaving, Weng Ran approached Chenyue, looked at the person who was focused on taking medicine, and whispered, "Remember, no matter what happens, it is important to save your life." ”

Chen Yue raised her head a little dazedly, there were already fine beads of sweat on her forehead, those disciples could only do some small work to tie up wounds, as for dealing with wounds, this person only had so many wounds, and they could only rely on her.