Zombie World: Helping the World

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" Xiahouchuan's whole body was accompanied by excruciating pain.

Xiahouchuan also gradually lost consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, under Qiaoer's cold gaze, Xia Houchuan gradually turned into a withered corpse.

Qiao'er took the long sword, washed it by the river, turned around to look at Xiahouchuan's body and said, "You should die early, don't come early, don't come later, why come at this time."

"It's a big night with bad intentions, so no wonder I'm the girl, woohahahahaha." She let out a horrifying laugh, and then left slowly.

"Now that my mission is complete, let's go see how that handsome young man is doing. The second sister mustn't be so quick, I'll suck him dry in the end to send the young man on his way."

The round fan that Xiahouchuan had thrown on the ground before had turned into a dry locust tree branch at this moment.

At this time, Yan Chixia was sitting in a Buddhist hall, and suddenly sensed a huge evil spirit.

He flew up and said, "No, someone was killed again."

After a few backflips in the air, he flew all the way to the previously sensed position.

Here is the river.

Yan Chixia saw the bonfire that was still burning with flames at a glance.

As he was walking, he saw a mummy on the ground. The clothes worn by the mummy were exactly the clothes Xia Houchuan was wearing before.

Yan Chixia probed Xiahouchuan's breath, then put her index finger and middle finger together, and lit a golden light on the forehead of Xiahouchuan's corpse.

This is a secret technique unique to Kunlun Sword Cultivator, which can sense the breath of the dead.

According to the information sent, Yan Chixia was sure that the mummy in front of her was indeed Xia Houchuan, and not some other corpse wearing his clothes.

"Brother Xiahou, I didn't expect you to be murdered. You were so ambitious when you were alive, and everything will disappear after death, so why bother to care about it?"

"I won't let you die in the wild."

After Yan Chixia finished speaking, she picked up Yan Chixia's corpse that was as dry as dead wood.

He was going to take Xia Houchuan's body to bury him now.

Unexpectedly, when Xia Houchuan's body was picked up just now, it twisted strangely and made a creepy sound.

"Cluck cluck, cluck—"

Immediately afterwards, the mummy seemed to open its eyes, and its two withered eyelids suddenly opened, revealing two strange white eyeballs inside.

It rolled over, its two hands were like two pairs of pliers, it grabbed Yan Chixia's neck, and then a mouth with jagged upper and lower teeth sockets, bit towards Yan Chixia.

"Ah! Brother Xiahou, I didn't expect that you would not follow the right path when you were alive, and you would not be peaceful when you were dead." Yan Chixia pushed back the head of Xiahouchuan's mummy desperately.

In this gap, he quickly stretched out his left hand, and took out a small sword that he sacrificed in advance from the cloth bag behind him.

Yan Chixia pointed the small sword at the forehead of Xia Houchuan's mummy, and stabbed it down.

Suddenly, a sharp sound erupted from the forehead of Xia Houchuan's mummy, and then a blue electric glow came out.

The mummy felt like it was in pain, its whole body was stretched out, and then the flying sword nailed to its forehead was nailed to a big rock as if someone was grabbing it and pushing it forward.

The blue lightning was still shining, and the mummy let out a strange scream.

Seeing this, Yan Chixia quickly took out a magic talisman from her waist and said, "Prajna Paramita!"

Following his formula, the talisman flew all the way to the mummy, and after a "boom" explosion, it began to burn.

At this time, Qin Song, who was in the wing room, had already heard the movement.

He opened his eyes and said, "Could it be the locust tree demon grandma who came out? I'll go and see if I can stop her."

He got up quickly and rushed to the place where he heard the movement before.

Qin Song opened the door, stepped on the mahogany sword and rose across the sky, flying like a shuttle across the sky and the earth.

What Qin Song didn't know was that just as he was stepping on the flying sword to go out.

Yao'er, a woman in a black dress, had just summoned up her courage and brought a plate of snacks and fruit wine. After dressing up carefully, she walked outside the courtyard where he was, and slowly knocked on the door of his room.

At this moment, she was shocked to see Qin Song flying away in the sky like them.

"This? Why is there such a person here?" Yao'er covered her mouth with her white and tender hands, her face was at a loss.

Qin Song didn't know this, he stepped on the flying sword all the way to the place where Xia Houchuan was killed just now.

At this moment, Yan Chixia was quietly looking at Xia Houchuan's cremated body with her hands folded in front of her chest.

The flames blazed, and Xiahouchuan's corpse crackled.

On the side is a simple grave, on which stands a knee-high wooden signboard, on which some simple words have been engraved: Tomb of Xiahouchuan, a knight in Guanzhong.

Seeing this, Qin Song came over and probably understood what was going on.

He had watched A Chinese Ghost Story and knew that this episode was about Xia Houchuan being murdered by Nie Xiaoqian.

Qin Song walked over, facing Xia Houchuan's body, and began to recite the scriptures of saving people.

Yan Chixia who was on the side suddenly saw Qin Song chanting the mantra, and felt vigilant.

He said coldly: "Who are you? Have you met brother Xiahou? What is your business here?"

Qin Song looked up, looked at Yan Chixia and said, "I'm here to find something."

Yan Chixia's thick black eyebrows frowned, and said, "Looking for something? What are you looking for?"

Qin Song smiled and said, "It's not convenient to tell you."

Yan Chixia snorted coldly and said, "I don't know what you have eaten to dare to come to this place to find things."

"I advise you to go back early, otherwise, your life will be in danger."

Qin Song smiled, and continued to read the scriptures of saving people, ignoring Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia looked at Qin Song, frowning even deeper.

"You're reading the Human Sutra? What does brother Xiahou have to do with you?" Yan Chixia asked.

"It's nothing to do with it, but it just happened to happen, so I'll just give him a ride." Qin Song said.

After Yan Chixia listened to it, she carefully counted Qin Song's aura to make sure he wasn't some kind of ghost.

After confirming that Qin Song had good intentions, he cupped his fists and waved at Qin Song, which was also an expression of his friendliness.

Yan Chixia said earnestly: "Brother, are you a Taoist priest? However, even so, I advise you to leave earlier. The water in Lanruo Temple is too deep for you to disturb. Before even Xuxuan Master, also died tragically here."

Qin Song smiled and said, "I'm different from him. Besides, I'm just looking for one thing. If I find it, I'll go back."

After finishing speaking, Qin Song turned around, and a wave of air suddenly rose under his feet.

"Boom" sound.

Qin Song stepped on the flying sword to walk in the air, and flew away lowly.

Seeing this scene, Yan Chixia's eyes nearly popped out of shock.

"Feng Xu Yufeng? Swordsmanship?" Yan Chixia looked at Qin Song's back and said in disbelief.

In Kunlun, the swordsmanship that can control people to the sky can only be mastered by the patriarchs above the patriarch.

In my own generation, even freely manipulating the sword to help me fight is already quite strenuous.

"Could it be that this man is a peerless expert? Did I miss it?" He slapped himself on the head violently.