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The sky is still a scene of black clouds pressing down on the city, and the oppression in people's hearts has not weakened by half a point.

said that it was rest, but Xuan Ming didn't really sleep.

"Sanfeng Collection" has "rival sleeping demons", and "Mencius" has "night qi". In fact, to put it bluntly, it is necessary for many practitioners to sleep less and practice more, and to sleep with work.

Xuan Ming is in a state of parallel work, all because of the peculiarity of the Qing Void Technique, his internal force can be freely converted between the two techniques. From his point of view, compared with the Qingxu Technique, the Yan Shan Sword Technique is just a killing technique, not a health preservation technique.

The sword qi between good and evil can make him send out sword moves that are enough to transcend the ranks, and in this breath, the indomitable Ling Yan can also allow him to sharpen his sword with people, sharpen people with swords, and finally reach the realm where people are like swords, and swords are like swords of people.

It's a pity that he can't be a pure swordsman because of the fetters in his heart, and in this life, at most he is just a ranger who uses a sword as a soldier.

Therefore, during this period of time, Yan Shan's sword qi entered his body like a fish in water from the beginning, regenerating the estrangement.

Xuan Ming is trying to fuse the two of the Yan Shan Sword Technique and the Clear Void Technique, which is very difficult, and it shouldn't even be tried by a small shrimp like him. But there is no way, since this adventure has limitations for him, if he wants to improve his martial arts, he must be able to break it.

The brighter it gets, the heavier the wheezing sound from behind the desk. The lighting on the door of the hall was very good, Xuan Ming pushed his eyebrows and Hengxin, who seemed to be asleep and awake, and walked to the desk with Leng Xing.

A "colleague" is tied to the wall in large characters, and looking at the knot, it seems that he is finally bound to it. His skin was the same as that of the people in the courtyard, blue-black, with protruding blood vessels and purple whites of his eyes. Looking at the untied discipline buckle on the combat uniform, this "colleague" must have been a strict self-disciplined person before his death.

The wheezing sound coming from his mouth intensified violently, and two teeth were exposed.

"Kill... Kill··· Kill··· I. ”

I don't know where he got the germs, or how much pain he's suffering to keep his sanity going. Killing is liberation, Xuan Ming slowly pulled out the sword of the Han Dynasty. Seeing that he would soon be able to get what he wanted, the "colleague" closed his eyes with difficulty.

"Wait. ”

The sword behind his waist was halfway drawn, and Xuan Ming was stopped by Leng Xing.

It seemed that the long-held persistence was about to be achieved, and the last shred of reason that suppressed the animalistic nature was washed away by the joy of finally seeing the comer. The eyes of the man in front of him suddenly opened, and the gasps no longer came from his mouth, but were replaced by a frenzy trying to break free from the ropes. The whole body collided with the wall, and the thumping sound rang out again.

Xuan Ming's face showed pity, and he shook his head at Leng Xing, and Yan Shan quickly stabbed and cut off the vitality of his "colleagues".

Several pieces of paper were densely written on the table, and everyone stepped forward to take a look, which was a "mission log".

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The first day was the second day of staying in Ling Village, and it had been twelve hours since the captain set off to continue north. Everything is normal in the village, except for the graves in the square, which still make people panic.

On the second day, through the placement of the items inside the villagers' houses, it was determined that some people had planned to flee, but the reason why they could not set off is unknown.

On the third day, it was preliminarily determined that the source of the plague was drinking water. The signal of the liaison disappeared, and contact with the team and the command headquarters was lost, which had never happened before, and I was a little panicked, and the task was important.

On the fourth day, after surveying the last of the houses, no living person was found. At night, there was a knock on the door, thinking that someone had seen the light of the village office, so he opened it carefully, but he was still scratched by the monster, and there was dirty blood stained the wound during the fight. Swallowed herb pill just in case.

On the fifth day, I felt sick, weak, and hot, and I took all the antidote drugs in the medical kit, which was slightly suppressed. That night, I heard a noise in the square, but I didn't investigate.

On the sixth day, the sky was completely dark, black clouds were pressing down on the city, and footsteps and many roars were heard in the square. I found scattered humanoid monsters wandering outside, judging that the same as the one that scratched me, crawling out of the mound. They apparently spotted me, but didn't rush to attack.

On the seventh day, the body began to fall into a coma from time to time, and the skin turned blue. I'm glad I didn't have a mirror and was able to keep an idea of what I looked like. What made me desperate was that when I woke up, I walked out of the village and saw the poisonous people around me, and I was not afraid at all, and I became a little close to them.

On the eighth day, at dusk, I heard a brass bell ringing outside the ya, and there was an urge to follow the brass bell in my mind, and I persevered. When the bell was gone, the humanoid monster wandering in the square was gone.

Ninth ······

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There are only a few trembling paintings behind the ninth, and the author seems to be trying to restrain himself.

Xuan Ming picked up the last piece of paper, which was a suicide letter.

"Amon, when you read these words, I'm afraid I'm no longer alive, maybe not necessarily, but it's hard for me to explain what happened to me. But I knew that if I didn't write it down, I would forget it all myself.

During this time, I was on a mission with the brothers in the team, so I didn't contact you. I'm now in the village office of Lingjia Village, Shaozhou, and this may be the last time I write in the world. I'm trying to keep my emotions in order to write these things, and I can barely resist tearing up the paper.

Time is running out, I miss you. I miss the first time I met you on the shore of Slender West Lake, and I miss the moment when I accosted you at the instigation of my brothers. think

Amon, you are a celebrity in Xiufang, and I am just a soldier, and I am not nameless, so I don't deserve you to find a good family to marry······"

At this point, the letter began without punctuation, and the handwriting was so messy that it was impossible to see what was written.

Xuan Ming put down the last letter, raised his head, and glanced deeply at this colleague who had already returned to Huangquan, and his fingernails clenched into his fists were almost in the flesh.

"There is no waist card, it seems that he has destroyed it himself. Leng Xing walked around the table, flipped through it roughly, and sighed.

"This mission log may not have been so many days, the body is often unconscious, and the concept of time may be a little confused. Ning Mei looked at a few pieces of paper again, carefully scrutinized it, and said.

Xuan Ming put the pieces of paper close to his body, and while helping his colleagues sort out other relics, he said: "Okay, this kind of thing is left to the official Wuhou to judge, there will be a plague in this world that can turn people into beasts, we have to plan our next actions, looking at this, the Wuhou vanguard team we want to respond to may have been more than lucky." ”