In a small town in China, on a deserted street, a young man does not seem very happy. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

His name is Ning Zhe, twenty-three years old, unemployed, because there are often crews in the town who come here to film, and he occasionally goes to be a group performer.

He has had a dream of stardom since he was a child, but fortunately, his hometown town is a film and television shooting location, which can give him the opportunity to get close to those directors.

And the reason why he is unhappy today is because the section of the road from the town to the provincial capital has to be rebuilt, and it is estimated that it will take a year and a half to repair, which will lead to no more crews coming to film in this year.

The sun is like fire, and the sky is cloudless.

At noon, the streets are even more crowded, and the heat makes people reluctant to go out.

It was a very quiet day, even a little eerie.

Ning Zhe walked alone on the empty street, and strangely even some small merchants and vendors selling vegetables and fruits disappeared, and that feeling was like the eve of a storm, which made people feel a sense of breathless depression.

"What the hell, what day is it, why is there no one figure?"

Just when Ning Zhe was puzzled, a heart-rending scream suddenly came from the distance on the street. Immediately afterwards, one after another screams rang out, spreading throughout the town, and Ning Zhe's scalp tingled when he heard it.

Gradually, scattered people appeared on the street one after another. These people emitted a pungent stench all over their bodies, the flesh on their faces was rotten, and disgusting maggots crawled out.

These people look like zombies in film and television works now, Ning Zhe is already stunned, and he is muttering in his heart, what is the situation, are you filming the walking dead?

Just when Ning Zhe was in a daze, his shoulder was tapped, and he looked back and found that it was an old man with a rickety body.

The old man took a step forward, and it seemed that his legs and feet were not very good, and he was limping and walking very slowly.

"Kid, why are you still here, run. The other day someone in the town had a plague, and everyone who could walk was gone. The rest of us are old, weak, sick and disabled and can only wait for death. The old man kindly reminded Ning Zhe.

"Plague ......"

Ning Zhe's head buzzed, and his whole person became numb. He had gone to a friend's house in a nearby county town a few days ago to relax, and he had only returned to the town today, and he had not heard any news of the plague from the town.

Just as Ning Zhe was thinking, a beast-like roar suddenly sounded in his ears. Suddenly, I felt like my shoulder was pierced by some sharp weapon, and a pain that penetrated my heart and bones spread throughout my body. In a trance, he saw a terrifying-looking zombie like a demon grab the old man and gnaw at the old man like a hungry tiger......

And he didn't know that behind him, there was also a zombie, biting his shoulder.

He lost his spirits and quickly passed out in the street.

When the virus broke out, everyone in the town was infected with the virus, and within a few days, people died one after another.

Under the scorching sun, a decomposing corpse crawled from the ground littered with corpses.

He looked up at the glare of the sun, and suddenly a magical halo of colorful light shot down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the halo vanished, and the decomposing corpse disappeared.

The green mountains contain daisies, and the green water is like a waist. Bright and clear, everything recovers. The breeze blows, and the clouds are lightly cirrused.

Looking at the hazy distant mountains, it is like an ancient landscape painting. In the deep mountains, the vast singing voice of a man could be faintly heard.

The man wearing half-length rag thick trousers, wearing a cloak and holding a whip was none other than Wu Ergou, a cattle herder from a village near Wolf's Head Mountain.

Wu Ergou was herding cattle and singing mountain songs at the same time, looking very leisurely.

The two old cows mooed from time to time, the sky was blue, Wu Ergou watched a few clouds floating over his head, breathing the refreshing breath of the mountains, and couldn't help but raise his voice and sing loudly: "Nanshan gangue, white stone rotten, life is not Yao and Shun Chan." The short cloth is suitable for the first half of the night, and the long night is long?......"

When Wu Ergou was singing loudly, a strong wind suddenly blew in the quiet valley, and this wind came suddenly, which caught Wu Ergou off guard. Just as he was about to leave, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in the sky, and the dazzling light pierced people's eyes.

Wu Ergou immediately covered his eyes, and at the same time, the two cows suddenly let out a heart-rending scream. When Wu Ergou felt that the strange light was gone, he tried to let go of his hand.

The strange light did disappear, Wu Ergou was a little frightened and a little curious, he looked back at the two cows beside him, but found that the eyes of the two cows were bleeding.

The two cows stopped screaming, but they staggered and fell to the ground at the same time, and died so strangely.

Wu Ergou didn't dare to stay any longer, so he ran away.

On the other side of the mountain, a rotting corpse slowly rose from the ground, with a beastly roar in its throat, its pupils glowing with an evil red light, and a fishy stench emanating from its body, like a beast that had lost its mind. With a slow pace, he slowly walked down the mountain.

Linfeng Village is located at the foot of Wolf's Head Mountain, south of Wolf's Head Mountain. Wu Ergou ran sweaty and finally returned to the village.

There are only 21 families in the village, and it is a small village.

At this time, the white-haired old man who was walking slowly on the path was the eldest person in the village, and people respected him as Hu Lao.

When Hu Lao saw Wu Ergou running back to the village in a hurry, he beckoned to him and called him to his side.

"What's going on, look at your panicked, why did you run back when you didn't herd cattle in the mountains?" Hu Lao stroked his thick white beard, like an old immortal, with kind eyebrows on his face, and always kept smiling.

Wu Ergou gasped rapidly, stroked his chest with his hand, and said while calming his emotions: "A strange light suddenly appeared in the sky just now, didn't you see it?"

Hu Lao said with a puzzled face: "I just came out for a walk, and I haven't seen any strange lights?"

"That's ......"

Wu Ergou briefly recounted what happened, and Hu Lao's face instantly gloomy after hearing it, and instructed Wu Ergou to inform the people in the village to be vigilant at all times, while he left the village alone, not knowing where to go.

To the east of the village, there is a natural stone forest with stones of various shapes. At this time, Hu Lao almost trotted to this stone forest, and called out loudly: "Immortal, please get out of the mountain quickly." The demon light you predicted has already descended into the world, and the legendary demon has probably also entered the world!"

After finishing speaking, a figure flashed in front of Hu Lao like lightning and stood aside.

He is the immortal that Hu Lao said, but he is not as elegant and chic as people imagine. On the contrary, he was wearing a tattered dress, with a string of beads around his neck, and a beard on his face, which was tall and powerful, and full of size. But he has a pair of small eyes like mung beans, which are extremely inconsistent with his strong and tall body.

The so-called "immortal" smiled roughly, and said to Hu Lao: "You don't have to worry, the immortal has already seen the demon light descending into the world, and he has also sensed the breath of the demon. You just have to go back to the village now, and I will subdue the demon. ”

"Okay, then there will be Lao Xianren, the old man will take his leave. Hu Lao wiped the sweat from his face, and now that he had the promise of the immortals, he was relieved, so he slowly walked in the direction of the village.

Watching Hu Lao slowly leave, the "immortal" who was still swearing just now looked disdainful at this time, looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "What kind of demon light came to the world, it was just a random concoction to fool that old guy, I didn't expect this group of stupid villagers to really believe it." ”

He muttered to himself for a while, then left the place, and his figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the stone forest.

Hu Lao returned to the village, he told the villagers that the immortals would personally subdue the demons, and the villagers believed it, but they still did not dare to go up the mountain again, and all stayed in the village.

After a few days, the village was calm and there was no disturbance on Wolf's Head Mountain. The villagers thought that the immortals had subdued the demons, so they gradually forgot about it. People are starting to return to normal life again, with men farming and women weaving, carefree.

Now Wolf's Head Mountain and the surrounding villages next to the mountain are as calm as ever, but the cultivation sects in various parts of the world are secretly fluctuating.

The Antarctic Immortal Palace is located in the extreme south, and it can be regarded as a true cultivation sect, but it is a sect that only accepts female disciples. But because of the topography and environment, now the disciples are withering, and there are only a handful of eight people in the entire sect.

In addition to the palace master of the Antarctic Immortal Palace, which is the current head of the eight people, three of the remaining seven are Dharma protectors, three are elders, and there is only one disciple, and this disciple is only six years old and is still a child, but she is not an ordinary child.

The Far South is an ice field that stretches as far as the eye can see, and the whole ice field is like a mirror, reflecting all the ups and downs.

Now the palace master of the Antarctic Immortal Palace is a woman who has just turned twenty years old, called Bingqing. Counting the current cultivation realm, Bing Qing can be regarded as the least famous head.

The name Antarctic Immortal Palace sounds very magnificent, but there is no palace here, and the disciples in the sect all live in ice caves, but the name of the sect sounds very sacred.

Bingqing and her little apprentice stood on the cold ice field, with the howling cold wind in her ears and the boundless snow-white world in front of her. Behind them, one older and one younger, stood six other people. Three of the younger ones are the current Dharma Protectors, while the other three older ones are the three elders.

Bingqing held the little apprentice in her arms, she turned around and looked at the six people in front of her, revealing a look of reluctance.

"A few days ago, the vision from the sky was exactly the same as the scene that the ancestor said when he was dying, and today I took Yue'er to the Central Plains to find the legendary opportunity, everyone take care. ”

Bingqing was dressed in white, and her tone of voice was very soft, like an ice and snow fairy, with tears in her eyes, which looked touching and pitiful.

"Go, don't be nostalgic for us, when the time comes, we will go to the Central Plains to find you. "The one who spoke was the Great Elder of the Antarctic Immortal Palace, and he was also the oldest person in the sect today.

Bingqing nodded, although he was still reluctant, he still turned around strongly with teardrops, did not look back, and walked forward step by step.