Notification on the Handling of the Incident of Yingzheng Raising Zombies

At three o'clock in Xu time, outside Xinzheng City, south.

Han Tang: "What do the islands and reefs outside the East China Sea look like?"

Nie Zheng: "I don't really remember clearly, want to know? Just go and see for yourself."

Han Tang: "Master is leaving?"

Nie Zheng: "There is a time to meet, and there is a time to part. Years and time are fleeting. Everything in the world has its own way, and parting is always long."

He hugged Han Tang, his big hands completely covering the child's small hands.

Han Tang's hands are immature, but they have left too many rough marks in more than ten years of lonely growth.He never thought that there would be someone in this world who would be so close to him, so even though he didn't understand, he kept every word Nie Zheng said in his heart.

The palms of the two overlapped, and they plucked the strings of the Fuxiqin together.

The strings spread like ripples, and the sound of the piano was like gurgling water, naturally looping back and forth between the forests.

Han Tang was both surprised and delighted. He felt Nie Zheng's knuckles were strong and strong, with a rough and masculine breath, and couldn't help his heart beat faster. magic."

"When Master first played this piano, he was not as calm as you." Nie Zheng smiled, and with a flick of his finger, a string of strings turned into a blade made of tens of thousands of white particles, and went straight to Jiang's face. , Continued to say: "Your great master is pure in nature. For more than ten years, he sat alone on the top of Mount Tai, practicing Zen and enlightening. After saving my life, he never restrained him. He just threw this piano to me and played it very well. ...I vomited three liters of blood."

The strings hit Ziyi Jiang's bronze mask without a sound.

The masks made of bronze, however, split apart in an instant like sheets of rice paper blown apart by a gust of wind. "哐, 哐, 哐" several muffled sounds came slowly, and the fragments of the mask fell to the ground unnaturally at an extremely slow speed, raising countless dry grass clippings and dust.

Han Tang was amused by Nie Zheng, and he was not too nervous. He asked, "Grand Master? I understand enlightenment, but what is Zen meditation? When I listen to the sound of the piano, I always feel my blood boil, as if I belonged to the half of the demon who was killed." Waking up, I feel that I have an induction with everything."

Nie Zheng pretended to listen to him carefully, counted the time, and suddenly let go of his palm.

Han Tang panicked, and continued to caress with his hands following the inertia, drawing out many messy white awns, like flying knives bursting out one by one, rushing between the sky and the earth.

The white awns danced wildly, and the sound of cloth cracking came and went.

Han Tang didn't dare to stop his hands, and tried to feel the movement of the air. There were bunches of tiny particles like souls floating in the universe, and they circulated and flowed endlessly.As long as Han Tang follows the flow of the particles and makes his breathing and thoughts the same as their rhythm, the particles will gather at his fingertips, and his heart will move freely for his use.

The white awns covered the sky and covered the ground, sweeping towards the Jiang family like a flood.However, due to the influence of Fuxiqin, they were placed in a frozen time and space, unable to respond to attacks, even if they were injured, they could not move, and their blood did not flow. body.

The sound of the piano was impassioned, Han Tang's hands moved faster and faster, his eyes widened, and he drank a glass of fine wine of revenge.

Nie Zheng narrowed his eyes, neither sad nor happy, he just put his arms around Han Tang, and looked at the purple-clothed women in the distance, as if he was just looking at the ever-changing clouds in the sky.

He glanced further away, and there was a mass of black zombies in front of the south gate. Because Jiang's control was disturbed, they moved around chaotically, as if they were whispering to each other.

Nie Zheng patted Han Tang on the head and said softly, "Son, you shouldn't enjoy hatred."

At three o'clock in Xu time, outside Xinzheng City, west.

Xiaofeng was kicked by Beichen and flew tens of meters, the whole demon was dumbfounded, looking around, he was surrounded by women in purple clothes wearing masks, like a fat chicken waiting to be slaughtered.Looking back, the second brother smashed his mouth and looked disgusted, and was swaggering and scratching his belly.

He had no choice but to slowly get up, patted the debris off his clothes, combed his hair, shook his feather fan lightly, and smiled: "It's been a thousand years, everyone, would you like to go back to the Kunlun Altar?"

The leading woman was about to speak, but when she breathed, she saw a line of bright red blood spraying from bottom to top in front of her eyes.The woman subconsciously lowered her head to check, and was horrified to find that her head had flown away from her body, drew a semicircle in the air, and then fell heavily on the ground, the world was completely dark.

Beichen held a twig in his mouth, and long, sharp nails grew out of his five fingers at some point, and the nails were dripping with blood.

Xiaofeng covered his mouth and nose with a feather fan, pretending to be surprised: "Second brother, what have you done? You have to convince others."

Bei Chen tore off Xiao Feng's clothes, wiped off the blood from his hands, slapped him on the forehead, and answered solemnly, "Brother, aren't you convincing people with reasoning?"

The headless corpse in front of him still stood tall, with an extremely smooth section on the neck, before Beichen finished speaking, the section sprayed blood mist like a shower.

Xiaofeng stretched out a middle finger and touched her chest, and the corpse was pushed back and fell heavily on the ground.

He didn't know which nerve was poked, he seemed to find this scene extremely interesting, he laughed out loud, and suddenly a pair of huge wings sprouted from his back.The feathers are dazzling golden white, and even in the dark night, the brilliance flows all the time.

The fine fluff scattered from the wings of the mocking wind, like fine gold flakes, lined up against the dark night, and like a series of stars flying down from the sky, noble, gorgeous, strange and eye-catching.

The wings vibrated, and the strong wind made it almost impossible to breathe, and the birdman rose into the air in an instant.

Xiaofeng's face was handsome and romantic, but his eyes were bloodthirsty and bright red, and he shouted excitedly: "Second brother, who is faster!"

Bei Chen dismissed this, and smiled: "Idiot."

Before he could finish speaking, his whole body's muscles agitated, and he rushed into the siege of the purple-clothed women.With a wave of his palm, he easily held one person's head in his hand, and with a sudden retraction of five fingers, there was a muffled "pop", and red and white mixed blood immediately burst out.

A noble head, like a ripe watermelon, has been crushed while breathing.

Jiang shi raises witches and Gu all the year round, the more powerful the Gu insects, the more they want to use their own flesh and blood as a lure.Even though they can manipulate tens of thousands of zombies, they are just ordinary people, extremely ordinary, and their bodies are even weaker than ordinary people.

Bei Chen didn't need to transform into a beast, he slapped a palm on the woman's cap, and blood flowed from her forehead to her chin, the blood line seemed to cut a beautiful face in half.Beichen knocked down dozens of purple-clothed women and tore them into pieces. The pieces of meat and broken bones were scattered all over the place, like chopping vegetables.

Not to be outdone, Xiaofeng turned his head to meet the golden geese gushing out of the forest.

He flew and spun lightly, his movements were light and elegant, his beautiful feathers turned into thousands of shining sharp blades, and the knife saw blood.Wherever it passed, blood spurted wildly, bloomed in the air, and finally turned into a violent rain of blood, sprinkled on the corpses of the people in purple.

Bei Chen put his hands on his chest, opened the bloody wind far more, and raised his chin: "Third brother, you can't do it."

At three o'clock in Xu time, outside Xinzheng City, north.

Yuan Jiawen's voice sounded: "The invisibility time is over, half a minute."

Ju Yixin understood what he said, his cheeks blushed quickly, took out a set of coarse cloth robes from the package behind him, and threw it in the direction of Yuan Jiawen: "There is a word in Chinese called chicken ribs."

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and the clothes stayed in the air and gradually stretched out, as if they were being put on one by one, finally outlining the robust figure of an adult man.

Yuan Jiawen: "Calling chicken, tired?"

Ju Yixin: "Bad! What's on your mind?"

"Full of Yun Lang's various nude bodies, haha." Hundreds of billions of particles quickly condensed, and Yuan Jiawen emerged from the void, and said with a smile: "Being invisible for half a minute! I can at least successfully take Major General Jiang Yunlang's hands Bundle it up and do whatever you want."

White light spots floated up and down, first outlining his David-like body, with light shining through like glass.After that, the figure gradually gained color, but not too much - a European man with white hair and white eyebrows, his skin was as pale as paper.

Yuan Jiawen's figure is extremely fit, but his face is very thin, with prominent browbones, deep eye sockets, and extremely light blue eyes.His expression was lazy, with one side of his mouth curled up, with a not-so-vulgar air. He knelt on one knee among the wormwood, and he looked more like a clergyman in a robe.

Holding a dark iron dagger in his hand, the whole body is dark and matte, almost blending with the darkness.Eyes half-opened and half-closed, staring at a rune on the dagger, he laughed: "After traveling through time and space, I became a transparent person, I wanted to let Yun Lang know, and then play games with him."

Ju Yixin's eyes were about to roll to the sky, and he had to remind him: "Just think about some things in your heart, Yuan Jun. As a killer, you have too many words, have you never been discovered?"

Yuan Jiawen laughed: "No one can find out, otherwise I wouldn't be alive today."

As soon as he raised his head, a series of fast-moving figures came into his eyes. A group of warriors in dark green armor came galloping from the east on horseback.

The purple-clothed women sitting in a circle were extremely alert, their lips moving.The army of zombies outside the north gate quickly separated nearly [-] corpse soldiers into three columns, chasing down the group of warriors at the fastest speed that the corpses could show.

The warriors shouted in unison, swung their long knives fiercely, and the heads of the zombies flew off in response.

A warrior raised his spear aloft and threw it with all his might.

Jiang's pupils narrowed sharply, only to hear the sound of breaking wind, before he could react, his throat was pierced, and the long hair was tightly bound to the ground.

The rest of the women burst into fury, and took out the utensils for raising Gu worms in their bosoms, and threw out puddles of sticky worms.As soon as the poisonous insect came into contact with the armor of the warriors, they were manipulated by the Jiangs, and penetrated into their bodies through the gaps in their armor, frantically devouring their flesh and blood.

In just a short time, several warriors were sucked dry, turned into a pile of flesh and blood, fell off the horse together with their armor, and fell into thousands of powders that were scattered in the wind.

Yuan Jiawen hid in the darkness, had a panoramic view of everything on the battlefield, his light blue eyes still carried a lazy emotion.He shook the dagger back in his hand, and under the cover of the tree shadow, he quietly touched behind the women in purple clothes.

A woman in purple took back the poisonous insect, her face was pale, she couldn't help panting, she took several steps back and leaned against a tree to calm her breath.

Yuan Jiawen shook his head, stretched out his hand lazily, and in less than a breath, a black shadow fell on the woman's neck like the wind.

The woman in purple had her eyes wide open, her expression frozen.

Yuan Jiawen jumped forward, covered the woman's wound, dragged her behind the tree trunk, and placed her gently on the ground.Stretching out a pale palm, he caressed the woman's eyes, which were round with fright, and made them close.Pale blue eyes filled with sorrowful lakes, a silent prayer: "May God bless you."