After being read by the mind, my apprentice wanted to rebel

The two looked at the living dead with solemn expressions, and a chill rose in their hearts. They had never seen such a horrific scene before, as if they were in hell.

Xie Qijun, in particular, had never treated others in such a cruel way, even as a Demon Lord in his previous life. He knew full well that such methods not only violated moral standards but also violated human nature. At this moment, his hatred for the Chen family intensified, and his eyes flickered with anger.

"The Chen family is nothing!" Xie Qijun gritted his teeth, his voice filled with resentment and contempt. He couldn't imagine that a family would do anything for profit, turning innocent people into zombies. It was truly outrageous.

Qi Miao was equally indignant. His eyes widened, his face filled with rage. "The Chen family's actions are simply insane! How could they do such a cruel and inhumane thing? Don't these people have any conscience at all?"

Both of them were filled with disgust and contempt for the Chen family. They couldn't understand why some people would abandon their conscience and moral bottom line for external things like power and wealth. The Chen family's actions made them feel deeply disappointed and heartbroken.

"Brother Xie, we must expose the Chen family's actions to the public and not allow them to continue to harm others!" Qi Miao said indignantly. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with anger, as if about to burst into flames.

"I will definitely contact Grand Master Uncle as soon as possible and let him know the truth of this matter." Qi Miao said firmly. He knew Grand Master Uncle's status and influence in the martial arts world. If he could get Grand Master Uncle's support and help, then the possibility of exposing the Chen family's crimes would be greatly increased.

However, Qi Miao also realized that things might not be that simple. Was this the work of the Chen family, or was there some other force behind it? These questions required further investigation and verification. But no matter what, he would not give up easily and would definitely get to the bottom of it.

However, Xie Qijun had regained his composure. He pondered, "These people were made into the living dead because of their own weakness. In this world, only the strong survive, while the weak are destined to be eliminated. This is the law of nature, and it has been so since ancient times."

"Let's find a way out first," Xie Qijun said solemnly, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and worry. At this moment, the living dead were temporarily silent, but this was only the calm before the storm. If these monsters began to move, he and Qi Miao alone would be no match for them.

Qi Miao was also well aware of the urgency of the situation. He gripped his weapon tightly and looked around vigilantly. The two carefully observed their surroundings, hoping to find a chance to escape. However, apart from the group of creepy undead, they could hardly find any exit or escape route.

The entire space was filled with an eerie atmosphere. Faint lights flickered on the walls, as if some mysterious mechanism was hidden. The ground was covered with thick dust, and every step raised a cloud of dust. The living dead stood silently in their place, motionless, as if waiting for some instruction.

Xie Qijun frowned and thought to himself: "There must be some secret passage or mechanism here. We must find it as soon as possible to escape." As he thought, he stepped forward cautiously, trying to find clues.

Qi Miao followed closely behind, ready to respond to any possible danger. The two of them had a tacit understanding and maintained a high level of vigilance against each other, not daring to let down their guard for even a moment.

As time ticked by, their nerves grew. In this place brimming with the aura of death, every moment seemed elongated. Suddenly, a faint noise erupted from nowhere, and the living dead began to tremble slightly. Xie Qijun and Qi Miao exchanged a glance, knowing something was amiss, and immediately hastened their search for an exit.

As the sound became more and more frequent, the zombies, who were originally a little slow, seemed to be suddenly given a shot of chicken blood, and their movements became faster and faster!

Xie Qijun's face changed, and he immediately pulled Qi Miao to hide in a corner. He took out the isolation protective shield that Lin Xian'er had given him before, and then pressed it lightly. The isolation shield immediately expanded and surrounded the two of them.

This isolation cover is like a transparent glass cover that can isolate them from the outside world.

"What is this?" Qi Miao asked curiously.

"Lin Xian'er gave it to me. She said this thing can temporarily prevent anyone from discovering the person inside the protective shield." Xie Qijun explained.

At this moment, a zombie ran past them. It seemed not to notice the presence of Xie Qijun and Qi Miao and continued to run in another direction.

"It really works!" Qi Miao said in surprise.

However, Xie Qijun frowned: "But this is not a solution... We must find a way to leave here."

As he spoke, he observed the situation around him vigilantly. At this time, the living dead outside had begun to frantically search for something, and their behavior became extremely strange and aggressive.

At that moment, a massive vortex suddenly appeared above the space, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the entire space. As the vortex spun, a figure slowly emerged from it. This figure looked strange, hunched over, as if carrying a heavy burden. His body seemed to have been worn and ravaged by time, appearing extremely frail, but his eyes revealed a depth and mystery that could not be described in words.

The old man's appearance heightened the already tense atmosphere. He stood there, silently observing everything around him, neither speaking nor moving. His gaze swept across the entire space. These undead looked exactly like those he had seen before, their faces etched with pain, their bodies moving uncontrollably forward. However, when the old man looked at them, they suddenly stopped and stood still.

The old man's eyes were chilling, as if they could penetrate one's soul. After a moment's silence, he finally spoke: "What are you doing here?" His voice was low and hoarse, sounding like it came from the grave.

Hearing the old man's words, Xie Qijun and the other man couldn't help but shudder, a sense of unease welling up in their hearts. They exchanged glances, a flicker of surprise and vigilance in their eyes. Who was this old man? Why did he suddenly appear here?

What shocked them even more was that the old man had easily seen through Lin Xian'er's protective shield. Was he testing them, or had he truly sensed their presence? Regardless, neither of them dared to make a move at this moment. They were simply no match for the old man.

No breath escaped from the entire space. The old man continued, "You don't have to be afraid. I'm just passing by. I have no ill intentions towards you."

After waiting for a long time, he still found nothing unusual. The old man frowned and pondered. The atmosphere around them grew increasingly solemn, as if an invisible pressure was looming over Xie Qijun and the others. He glanced around, trying to find a clue, but everything seemed normal.

At that moment, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked upward, a flicker of doubt and uneasiness in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "Could it be... impossible?" Then he shook his head, dismissing his idea. This speculation was so bizarre that even he found it unlikely.

Afterwards, the old man returned to the vortex, his figure gradually blurred, and soon disappeared. With his departure, the tense atmosphere around him gradually dissipated, replaced by tranquility.

After the old man completely disappeared, Xie Qijun and the other person could no longer control their emotions and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The two of them exchanged glances, each filled with unspeakable fear. Unbeknownst to them, beads of sweat had already formed on their foreheads, and even their clothes were already soaked with sweat.