Notification on the Handling of the Incident of Yingzheng Raising Zombies

r062 Shoucheng · Four

On the way to Bianyang, Li Xinglan had already arranged everything properly.

Beichen guarded the gate of the city before the flood, and Chen Ru entered the city to rescue, and contacted Han Tang to transfer the people.Danzhu can transform up to nine kinds of living creatures at the same time, turning into golden geese to cover the retreat of the people at the east gate.Li Xinglan himself got in touch with Lord Bianyang, and led a team of people to rush upstream to dig through the dam to create a torrent.

When the time came, Beichen opened the city gate, and the militiamen retreated to the mountains, waiting for the flood to enter the city.

Because the distance is not far, the two have kept in touch before.However, the situation was tense just now, and I didn't pay attention to it all the time. When I came back to my senses, I realized that the other party hadn't spoken in his head for a long time!

Chen Chrome was aware of this problem, his heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing was extremely difficult, and he felt inexplicably wronged.It was impossible for him to abandon the whole battle for Li Xinglan alone, but if something happened to Li Xinglan, he didn't want to live anymore.

Why are you in such a dilemma?I am so useless.

The words are divided into two ends.A moment ago, three miles away, on the embankment.

Li Xinglan closed his eyes, held the shovel in his hand, carefully searched for the point of force, and prepared to strike.

The sound of the wind sent a string of bells colliding with each other, the sound was like a mountain stream.

Li Xinglan opened his eyes, put down the shovel, and waved to the militiamen on the shore.The militiamen in the entire Lingyun City had been trained by him, and they knew the meaning when they saw the gestures. A soldier brother untied the long machete on his back and handed it to Li Xinglan.

Behind is the turbulent long river, and the snow-white waves are surging on the emerald-like river surface. After passing through the dam, it is like a calmed beast, flowing gently and slowly.At this moment, the fence that held the beast had been loosened, and only the final blow was waiting.

The sound of the bell became louder and fainter, with a hint of the sound of a golden weapon.

Li Xinglan closed his eyes, and the blue light scattered from his altar.

At that moment, he felt that the world was filled with ethereal wandering souls, and they were closely connected with him like Li Xinglan's nerves.

His soul conforms to all things, contracts with the six qi, and enters an endless world.Every breathing and breathing of all things has an inexplicable connection with him.

The face of the visitor appeared in his mind, very clear: it was a purple-clothed man wearing a bamboo hat, tall and thin, with a hunched back, a purple shirt with cuffs and tight trousers, but this man was too thin, and the wind blew through his trousers. Pour it in, blowing his trouser legs like carrots.There are seven silver bells the size of eggs hanging from the back of the waist, and they stop and go along with them, making chaotic and crisp sounds.

This person behaved strangely, stopped and walked, bowed his head sometimes, stretched his hands from his waist into the white gauze, then walked a few steps, and repeated this movement.

Earlier, Li Xinglan rode his horse and galloped all the way, and was distracted to contact the people in Bianyang City, so he missed it for a while.After learning that everything in the city was normal, he immediately withdrew his mind, only then did he notice that the danger was approaching.

In his mind, the man in purple seemed to feel that the hat was in the way, he quickly tilted his head, threw the hat behind him, tied it around his chest, and tied it up.His face was revealed, and he turned out to be a strange looking man: a [-]-point yin and yang head, short hair reaching to the ear, bangs covering the right eye, two huge silver hoop earrings hanging on the earlobe, extremely deep eye sockets, and dark eyebrows.

The man took out several pieces of jerky from an embroidered cloth bag on his waist, flicked his wrist, and threw the jerky into the air.When the dried meat fell, he raised his head skillfully and caught it in one gulp, his throat beating several times, like a cormorant with a big neck.After eating, he sticks out his tongue habitually, licking his lips with the scarlet tip of his tongue, his movements are extremely ambiguous, and a silver lip ring on his lower lip is as white as snow.

As he walked, he laughed to himself, and when he smiled, he changed into a sinister expression in an instant.He sprinted in the direction of Li Xinglan like a gust of wind, giggling from his mouth.

The silver bell rang crazily, and the murderous aura was overwhelming!

Li Xinglan's eyes were like lightning, and he yelled, "Back!"

The militiamen ordered and prohibited them, and quickly took the child who was on the shore with them, and hid in the woods.

The man in purple rushed like lightning, holding a two-palm-long scimitar in each hand, touching the ground with his left foot, and spun around rapidly.The two scimitars were sharp and vicious, hitting Li Xinglan's eyes and neck directly.

Li Xinglan accurately predicted the opponent's movement trajectory, bent his body and dodged backwards, the tip of his nose almost touching the blade of the knife, leaving only the sound of the sharp knife piercing the wind.When he dodged, he stepped with his feet apart, one in front of the other, and his center of gravity moved down.Then he exerted force on his back foot, held the knife in both hands, took advantage of the gap between the opponent's turning around, mustered his inner strength, and swiped the knife upward from the downward slope.

The man in purple was immediately cut through his right abdomen, and purple-black blood gushed out.

Seeing this, Li Xinglan secretly thought that something was wrong, so he immediately took a few steps back to distance himself from this person.

The man in purple stretched out his index finger and wiped the wound heavily, the purple-black blood sizzling.However, he didn't seem to be afraid of the pain at all. Instead, he looked at Li Xinglan with great interest, his chest heaving violently, and his fighting spirit became more and more high.

A golden light flashed in the man's eyes, and he let out a strange scream, and rushed straight to Li Xinglan.

Li Xinglan's pupils contracted violently, and in the dark eyes as deep as Gujing, a crazy appearance of a man in purple was reflected—his right half of his body burst from the inside, rotten flesh and worms intertwined, surged crazily, and sent out thunderclaps. There was a sound of water.

Li Xinglan's body was mortal, so he could only dodge, blocking a series of violent attacks from the man in purple with a machete.

Everyone sweated for him, drew out their bows and arrows, and prepared to shoot.

However, Li Xinglan's face was always calm and calm, as if he was not engaged in a fierce battle.

The man in purple was originally in high spirits, but after the two sides fought for a while, his attack was swift and fierce on the surface, and he seemed to have the upper hand.

In fact, Li Xinglan's defense was impeccable, and he couldn't get close at all.

The man's expression became more and more sullen, and he almost lost his patience. With a long roar, the bones all over his body "clacked", his body swelled up, and he turned into a huge golden goose.

Jin Yan opened his bloody mouth wide and flew towards Li Xinglan.

Li Xinglan didn't expect this sudden change, he couldn't dodge in time, and was thrown to the ground by the golden goose.Fortunately, he rolled up the cloak to wrap himself around himself, so as to avoid direct contact with the Gu worms and viruses on Jin Yan's body.

The militiamen rushed out of the woods one after another, nocked their arrows, and stretched their bows like a full moon.

Suddenly, there were two "clank" sounds from the zither in the forest, and the golden goose was knocked into the air by a white awn of sword energy, and the purple-black blood shot several feet into the air.

The sound of the piano stopped, and the arrows flew down like rain, and all of them fell into the wings of the golden goose.

Jin Yan burst into fury, staggered twice, got up from the ground, and made a comeback.

Li Xinglan rolled to his side, following the fierce killing intent brought by the sword energy, he saw a man in white sitting under a tree not far away.

Knowing that the other party was a friend rather than an enemy, he moved his lips and said "Thank you".

The man smiled at him and nodded, put the long sword inserted in the ground into the body of the piano, stretched out a hand, and swept the skirt of his clothes.

Seeing his action, Li Xinglan lowered his head immediately, and found that the snow-white fox fur at the collar of the cloak had been stained mottled by the purple-black blood of the golden goose at some point.

At that moment, a strong killing intent surged in his eyes, and he looked at the golden goose flying in the air, as if the other party was an ant with contempt.

Li Xinglan adjusted his strategy in a very short time, stood still, and took out a small round iron ball from the sleeve arrow. The surface of the ball was uneven, and it seemed that there was some mechanism.

Holding the small iron ball in his hand, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled inexplicably like Chen Chrome, his eyes were full of tender emotions.

Li Xinglan put away his smile, shook his head, and threw the ball at the golden goose accurately.

Jin Yan didn't know why, so he didn't back down at all. The next moment——

The moment the small iron ball touched the golden goose, it exploded suddenly, shooting out hundreds of extremely thin iron wires, locking the golden goose from all directions.

Jin Yan struggled frantically, and he broke dozens of wires with brute force.

Li Xinglan took off his cloak and held it in his hand to look at it. Looking at the ball of fox fur, he seemed to feel that it was a pity.

He sighed, the blue light in his eyes flashed like thunder and lightning, and thousands of blue gleams flew out of his altar and merged into the iron wire.Afterwards, the hundreds of wires that bound the golden goose suddenly shrank violently, almost cutting it into pieces.

No matter how the golden goose struggled, it was of no avail, and had no choice but to change back into a human form.At this time, he had already taken off his purple clothes. He was naked, his skin was as pale as paper, new wounds covered old wounds, mottled and dripping with scars, and there was almost no good flesh.

However, the wires also changed with his body shape, and all of them had been trapped in his flesh, causing him to bleed.

Li Xinglan saw the monster bleeding, struggling, weak, in shock, and fainted until his blood turned from purple-black to bright red. Then he blinked, and a blue light spot flowed into his altar like a stream.

His eyes returned to jet black, sinking like an ancient well, looking back under the tree, the man in white had left at some point.

Cheers erupted in the woods. Li Xinglan stepped forward, picked up a thick strand of hundreds of wires twisted from the ground, and ordered the soldiers to trap it on the tree trunk.

After everything was ready, Li Xinglan stood in front of the embankment as before.

Only this time, there were more men struggling endlessly after being tied up at his feet.

The man gritted his teeth and scolded; "Scumbag!"

Li Xinglan smiled: "You dirty my things."

Holding an iron pick in his hand, he penetrated the weakest point of the dike.

Under the man's horrified gaze, the embankment burst from that point, and a huge flood flooded the sky and swept away Li Xinglan in an instant.Fortunately, a thick hemp rope was tied around his waist, and he was pulled ashore with the joint efforts of everyone.

In just a moment, the flood had already submerged the river bank, and headed eastward along the river to Bianyang City.

The man was washed out of his body in the water, completely unable to control himself, and soon drank a stomach full of river water, lost consciousness, and passed out completely.

Li Xinglan ordered someone to drag him up and tie him to the saddle.

Everyone rode their horses along the high ground and galloped towards Bianyang City together.

Looking at the city of Bianyang, at this moment, Chen He didn't know that Li Xinglan had already captured the man in purple.

The night wind was violent, blowing cold rain like a knife, cold air rose from the ground, and a snow-white mist like frost enveloped the whole Bianyang.

Zombies entered the city and spread wildly like a flood.

The militiamen resisted desperately and barely blocked them on the mountainside. The stalemate between the two sides was by no means a long-term solution.

The flood that broke the embankment hadn't arrived yet, and Chen Chrome was angry and anxious, with smoke coming from his head. It was impossible for him to deal with so many zombies by himself.

Chen Ru held Bei Chen's ears, and the two of them floated back and forth in the air like a punctured balloon: "What should I do——!"

Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded, and Beichen suddenly stopped, floating in the air without moving.

Chen Chrome's head was full of question marks: At this time, Mr. Bianyang is still playing the piano?

What an experience!

However, after a while, Chen He listened carefully, and found that the sound of the piano was very wrong, and it seemed that it was not played by Bianyang Jun.

The moonlight was hazy, the rain was pouring, and by the faint moonlight, I followed the reputation and saw a man with long hair fluttering in white. He was sitting upright on a roof at the foot of the mountain, holding Bianyang Jun's black iron in his hand. Guqin, but there is still an identical one beside him.

The sound of the piano is like thunder, and the killing spirit is overwhelming if it has substance.

Time became frozen, and almost everyone was "nailed" in the air - except Chen Chrome.

He looked around and saw that the flow of the flood in the distance had not slowed down.So I understand that the influence of the piano sound should have a range, the farther the distance, the less interference it receives.

Beichen was motionless in the sky, Chen Ru had no choice but to bite the bullet and jump off.When he fell to the ground, the bones were shattered, and a cloud of blood sprayed out, but he didn't even think about it, just wiped it casually, and the wound healed quickly.

Before Chen Ke could ask any more questions, he ran up the mountain, pushed down dozens of logs, and swept all the zombies down.

The sound of the piano stopped again, but no one noticed something was wrong, and the zombie continued to repeat the action just now, advancing up the mountain.

After so many repetitions, finally came the overwhelming flood.

Jiang Yang was overturned, and the waves were rolling, and it took almost less than a quarter of an hour to fill Bianyang City.

The zombie army was flooded and at a loss.

The purple-clothed Jiangs realized something was wrong, but it was too late, Beichen opened his mouth wide, ready to hold them in his mouth.However, the three women seemed to have made an agreement, pulled out the dagger from their sleeves, and quickly wiped their necks.

Qin Jun was still struggling to run up to the high ground, but arrows rained down on the mountain, and they couldn't run away or hide.Some soldiers with good water skills swam towards the city wall, but they all fell at the moment they grabbed the top of the wall-their throats were cut by several white lights.

The torrential rain finally stopped, but the water level was still rising.

The man in white patted Chen Chrome on the shoulder and signaled him: Don't be at a loss anymore, you will also be submerged in the water.

Chen Chrome shook his head, and walked up the mountain with the mysterious uncle.However, after walking a few steps, he remembered that Li Xinglan didn't know what was going on, so he immediately turned around and was about to rush into the flood again.

Uncle Namei was carrying the Xuantieqin on his back and holding an iron sword, and his movements were not very good.I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he just stretched out his leg, hooked his toe, and tripped Chen Chrome in the "ass-down flat sand falling wild goose pose".

He smiled and said, "Why worry? They took a prisoner, and he has been thrown on the mountain."

Chen Ru rubbed his buttocks, followed behind him, regained his composure, and said, "Thank you uncle."

The young man in white smiled and said, "That friend of yours is good."

This handsome uncle with long hair is described as slender, with extremely warm brows, but his eyes are sharp, like knives like swords.When he patted Chen Chrome on the shoulder, he could feel the man's slender fingers, thick knuckles, and a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips and finger pads.

It felt very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before. It was a pair of... hands that both played the piano and held a sword.

Chen Ru walked halfway, slapped his head, and finally remembered: "I have seen this uncle before! At the foot of Taihang Mountain, right?"

The young man in white smiled without saying a word, and after a while, he began to sing.

"The prestige of death, brother Kong Huai."

"The original Xie is gone, brother is begging."

"The chaos is calm, and the peace and tranquility."

"Although there are brothers, why not be friends?"

Chen Chrome hadn't recovered from the fighting state yet, so he was stunned and thought: he sings when he disagrees, or is he an Indian?However, he didn't dare to ask questions rashly. Although this person looked gentle, Bao Buqi was also some kind of monster, and he was not easy to offend.

The two walked to the top of the mountain, along the way there were wounded and sick militiamen who had lost their strength, and Lord Bianyang came to greet them in person.

The heavy rain started again, pattering, and did not stop until dawn.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, the entire mountain valley with Bianyang as the center has completely turned into a vast ocean.The blue-black waves rolled, and in the torrent, there seemed to be a series of evil pythons hidden. They spit out letters and laughed at the insignificance and incompetence of human beings.

Broken city walls, planks, and tiles all heaved up and down in the muddy flood.

Even God seemed to be stained with blood, slightly flushed.

Chen Chrome persuaded Bianyang Jun to go to rest, and he helped count the wounded soldiers overnight.

At the end of the night, I finally found a gratifying thing-although the battle was fierce, there were less than 20 casualties and more than [-] minor injuries.

However, when he looked at the vast ocean below the mountain, he was filled with emotions.The war was too cruel. I don't know if this situation is considered a so-called "big victory"?

After the young man in white went up the mountain, he said a few words to Lord Bianyang and returned a black iron piano to him.

Lord Bianyang refused again and again, and gave the treasure handed down by his ancestors to the other party as a token of gratitude.

The young man in white was not polite to him either, he smiled and accepted the iron piano, and ran to sit quietly in front of a tombstone in the deep mountains alone.

Chen Chrome originally wanted to ask him to rest, but looking at his appearance, he could feel a deep grief without asking, so he just sat cross-legged and rested his chin with his hands, without disturbing him.

Exhausted, Danzhu shrinks into a small broad-eared fox, lying on top of Chen Chrome's head like a hat.

Chen Rue reached out and pinched the fox on the head, calling the fox "Jiji". Looking over the tombstone, he found that there were only two words engraved on it: Nie Mo.A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and Chen He couldn't help asking: "Uncle, you can't be Nie Zheng, right?"