Suzaku

: The Mummy

A pure black square scarf embroidered with green borders covered Qin Tong’er’s eyes and nose. He didn’t wear protective clothing, but just used an “auspicious handkerchief” made of auspicious heaven to protect his cheeks. The exposed eyes have begun to ooze bloodshot eyes, filled with tiredness and a hint of elusive despair.

Six and a half hours had passed since the plague at the base. During this time, the virus spread at a terrifying speed. Even with the help of the efficient disinfection department of the eradication team and the cleansing water of the wooden door, it was still uncontrollable.

The source of the virus is the water source, and people who have drunk coffee or tea during this period have been poisoned without exception.

The poison used by immortals is completely different from the poison in this world. The temporary antidote can only delay the onset time, but cannot fundamentally solve it.

six and a half hours.

An awful six and a half hours.

There are a total of more than 1,300 people in the base, and more than 500 people have been infected. Most of them are poisoned through the digestive system after drinking water, and some of them are caused by the yellow water of the poisoned people coming into contact with the body after festering.

The base was deadly quiet. Those who were not poisoned had already been gathered in Area B. After being sterilized by ultraviolet rays and inspected on wooden doors, they were sitting withered in the large meeting room. Hundreds of people’s faces were covered with dead ashes.

They know that many of their colleagues, friends, partners in the daily poker game, and partners in intrigues are all in Area A, desperately waiting for the arrival of death.

At the gate of Area A, Qin Tonger stood upright like a javelin. His team of eradicating traces and the wooden door had been working continuously for more than six hours. When the oil was exhausted and the lights were dry, the highly effective disinfectant of the eradicating team was already gone. It was about to be used up, and those masters of the wooden door were about to run out of real energy, and the blue light that sprinkled in the glass hall and other areas in area a gradually faded.

No matter how weak the blue light is, the vitality of the toxin in the human body will be revived.

hopeless.

Desperate human beings can do anything, and the glass door is full of yellow water and blood stains, which are the traces left by the poisoned people who tried to grab the protective door and climbed out from the upper transom.

All members of the Sixth Division who tried to climb out were ruthlessly slaughtered by the assault team guarding the periphery with long-range firepower under Qin Tong’er’s cold order.

So many times, the poisoned people finally gave up struggling in despair, and waited helplessly for the coming of death.

Everyone’s faces were full of despair, and the poisoned people sat in the corner foolishly, hidingBehind the table, far away from the yellow water in the center of the floor, it seems that the farther you are, the safer you are, even if this safety is only for a few seconds, in a few minutes everyone’s eyebrows have fallen out, bald, hair has begun to fall off, the skin of the body The festering is slowly accelerating.

If it weren’t for the eradication team and the wooden door who were desperately delaying the onset of the toxin, the hall at this time should be full of corpses and yellow water.

Even so, more than a hundred people have already turned into ghosts in the underworld, blurred flesh and blood on the ground.

“Old Bamboo, how long can you hold on?” Qin Tong’er kept resting his right hand on an old man’s shoulder, pouring his abundant power into the old man’s body, and then scattered out from the green bamboo stick in the old man’s hand, forming a wooden door in the hall The most powerful ray of light among the poisoned people.

Looking back, the old man blinked his blind eyes twice weakly, revealing the paleness inside: “Up to an hour, my lord, the antidote”

At this time, the scientists who had escaped the plague by chance were concentrated in area c. After collecting relevant serum, they began to develop a truly targeted antidote.

Qin Tong’er shook his head, the light on the palm of his hand shone brightly, and abundant Dao power poured into Zhu Yingsou’s back continuously.

Zhu Yingsou looked at the poor humans with disheveled hair and festered skin in the field, and sighed: “The poisoners must be killed, I can feel that the toxins in these people seem to be under some kind of pressure. The control of power, so we can’t let these toxins be purified.”

Qin Tong’er let out a muffled snort, his eyes exposed outside the scarf were terribly cold: “I’ve been looking for it, but I haven’t found it yet.”

“You go, I can do it myself.”

With a movement of Zhu Yingsou’s shoulders, Qin Tong’er’s palm was shaken away from his back, and suddenly he gave a shout, and the eyeballs under his eyelids turned his head quickly, and with a snort, he turned the green bamboo stick in his hand, which was no longer than two arms long, into a bamboo streamer, It was the same bamboo streamer that he held when he and Yi Tianxing fought.

The yellow cloth on the bamboo streamer stretched out, and a gust of fresh wind suddenly blew up in the hall full of filth and evil, blowing over the poisoned crowd.

Qin Tong’er stood behind him, sighed, and disappeared.

Zhu Yingsou bit the tip of his tongue, groaned, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, bursting into a cloud of blood mist in the air. He stretched out his old fingers and drew quickly in the air, as if he was writing something. With the movement of his fingertips, the blood mist in the air seemed to be controlled by some kind of force, and it began to whirl in the air, and then It hit the yellow cloth of the bamboo streamer with a sudden sound.

Puff.

Blood fell on the yellow cloth, and dozens of italic characters were written with a sense of gentleness mixed with it.

“Shangqing transforms the clouds, the clouds float for thousands of miles, the bamboo inside and the peaches outside, the peach red is three thousand, the wind blows thousands of miles, and the righteousness is used to clear the heart and settle the heart”

There are no punctuation marks between each word on the bamboo streamer, and the word is coherent. Although it is a regular script, the end of the word is dripping with blood, connecting each word in one place, like a dragon swimming in clouds, without stagnation.

Clouds depend on each other, and that spot is bright red, as condensed as cinnabar.

The two words are not the same.

Peach is similar to peach, and the few points sprinkle like rain, like blood raining down on the world.

The two words are not the same.

The heart is connected with the heart, like a cuckoo weeping blood, can’t bear the miserable scene in the world.

The two words seem to be the same but not the same.

Zhu Yingsou slapped the bamboo streamer violently, and the bloody incantations on the yellow cloth on the streamer suddenly lit up, and each character seemed to be embroidered with a green and glowing border, which looked very beautiful.

In the end, the two characters for “heart” dimmed suddenly, and the three dots on the character “heart” seemed to jump out of the bamboo streamer.

The bright red spots are like blood, the blood of the heart.

Zhu Yingsou’s complexion was pale, his chest twitched suddenly, and on a whim, what spewed from his throat was not a cloud of blood mist, but a green mist of light. Following the guidance of the bamboo streamer and the light fan of the yellow cloth, he slowly Then it floated towards every gathering room of poisoned people in Area A of the base.

This is his natal primordial essence, the last “breath” of the elder Mumen.

As soon as the green mist was on the body, the festering symptoms of the poisoned crowd immediately improved.

Zhu Yingsou supported the green bamboo streamer, his face became pale and wrinkled gradually, he looked extremely tired, suddenly he sighed slowly, and the rapidly rolling eyes in his closed eyes became quiet.

Holding the green bamboo flag like this, he stood steadily at the door of Area A, like a door god who kept his family safe.

“Old Bamboo has returned.”

Qin Tong’er stood at the door of the small room, about two meters away from the hospital bed, looking at Qin Linchuan who was sitting on the bed.

Qin Linchuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed at this time, with his eyes slightly closed, and his hands were knotted with formulas, resting lightly on his knees, as if he was resisting something.

His brows moved slightly, as if he felt some kind of pain in his body.

The air exchange system is still operating normally, there is wind blowing in the small room, and the thin LCD TV on the window is also the scene of low wind and low grass.

The wind blew over Qin Linchuan’s slightly disheveled eyebrows, and a frown fell down feebly.

“It’s very poisonous, and I can’t force it out.” Qin Linchuan slowly opened his eyes, looked at his son standing at the door, and said lightly, “Did you find that fairy family?”

Qin Tong’er lowered his head slightly: “No, several teams have been sent to break into the ground, but no news came back. ”

Qin Linchuan sighed: “The difference in strength is too far. If you can’t find the fairy family at all, you will die.” He stood up from the hospital bed, suddenly frowned, touched his chest, turned around carefully and coughed twice towards the head of the bed .

“Father” Qin Tong’er raised his head and frowned slightly.

“Are you waiting to die here?” Qin Linchuan smiled and said, “I’ll go up to the ground and have a look.”

“Yes.” Qin Tong’er withdrew from the door and made way for a path.

Qin Linchuan was not in a hurry to leave, but said softly: “The reason why the Six Offices fell to this day, I should take the main responsibility, is that I dragged these people into this very unreasonable war, but I just always wanted to Find a way out, I want to find a way out for practitioners in today’s society, and find the roles we should have, but to this day, I don’t know if I did something wrong.”

Qin Tong’er stood upright, silent like a soldier.

“There are two big mountains pressing down on us all the time, one side is the heavenly court, and the other side” Qin Linchuan said with a smile: “Zhu Yingsou and I are brothers of the same generation. You haven’t experienced those things when you were young. Some very mysterious figures were culled in the temple, and the tragedy at that time was actually not much better than today.”

“What’s even more frightening is that the disciples of the last three days of the previous generation were forced to go to Guiyuan Temple after paying hundreds or even thousands of people to obey the decree of heaven and erase the traces of those mysterious figures in the temple.”

“If Zi’er could have killed Yi Tianxing’s master in Guiyuan Temple in 1994, then these things wouldn’t happen now, and I can make a choice easily.”

“Unfortunately, no.”

“So I chose another path. I don’t want to follow the will of God and spill the blood of you young people on those places.”

After a little silence, Qin Linchuan’s face flashed an inexplicable color, and he said slowly: “Maybe I was wrong.”

Qin Tong’er didn’t speak all the time, just listened to him and knew that this might be the last time he heard his father’s words.

Qin Linchuan is addicted to tea and never leaves his hands with tea. He has already been poisoned. Although he is currently suppressing the toxins in his body with strong power, if he meets a fairy on the ground and the two sides fight, he will definitely die from the poison.

Qin Linchuan’s body gradually faded in the air, and he left the base with a teleportation technique, leaving only one last sentence.

“Keep the remains of Zhu Yingsou. If it doesn’t disappear after half an hour, all the staff will evacuate and go to Kunlun.”

Kunlun is the birthplace of the last three days, but if they evacuate, at least half of the people in this base will die in the crazy claustrophobia.

Above the Gobi, the sun has passed its highest point, and the dazzling white light is slowly moving westward. The shadows of the rare black stone hillocks above the desert are also gradually elongated, and the shadows are like a devouring demon, quietly occupying the territory of the yellow sand.

At the end of the shadow, there is a shallow mound, on which there are some strong plants that are resistant to cold, heat and drought. The twigs are low and the small leaves on it are thin and invisible, and they are densely covered with hills. It is obvious that a lot has grown year.

This place is about several hundred kilometers away from the Western Xia Royal Mausoleum. In ancient times, there were often passing merchants. Warriors in the bloody fires of the Western Regions were buried here. There are many quicksands moving secretly on the shallow surface of the ground, so ancient tombs are often removed from the ground by quicksands. brought out.

This kind of shallow graves are everywhere, inconspicuous.

But if someone observes carefully, he will definitely find that there is something unusual about this grave. On the surface of the plants lying on the ground on the sand surface, on the thin layer of gray, there seems to be some kind of dark light shining. lifeless.

It is more lifeless than a dead grave.

In the sand grave, Lu Yue, Haotian Lord, was lying with his eyes closed. His body was exactly the same temperature as the surroundings, and he was completely integrated with nature. There was no expression on his dark face, but his eyebrows and hair seemed to be burned by something. Finished.

He has been secretly following Zhou Xin and Qin Linchuan, intending to find those human monks hiding like mice through Qin Linchuan. Unexpectedly, in the end, he discovered that the weapons of today’s humans are so terrifying. Although he was hiding tens of kilometers away, he was still inevitably hurt by the high temperature and strong light after the nuclear explosion. This fragile body.

So he lurked down, healed his wounds, and used his best skills to retaliate crazily.

He didn’t know where the secret base of the Sixth Office was. The base was deep under the sand and protected by a large barrier, so the consciousness could not be detected, so he adopted a more overbearing method.

Hao Tianjun, who was lying quietly in the tomb, did not move at all, but a lot of black air slowly seeped out from his skin, forming a vicious aura that seemed to be heavier than air, and along his body His body slid down, and then penetrated into the sand.

Poisoning, the poisoning of immortals.

The method is simple, and the effect is terrifying.

At this time, in the sandy ground of hundreds of square kilometers around Lop Nur, except for the base, there is no longer a living life. Along the quicksand, along the dark river, and along the root system of plants, the plague of the immortal family is spreading in every grain of sand, every drop of water, and every living body.

The gerbils in a cave in the distance squeaked and screamed, as if they were very frightened, and then slowly fell down. The corpses of more than a dozen mice gradually turned into yellow water and seeped into the ground.In the sand.

Farther away, at the exit of a dark river, a gazelle was drinking water. After taking a sip, it fell down into the shallow river with a thud, rolling its eyelids feebly, revealing its dull and lifeless whites. Evil saliva flowed from the corner of his lips, dripping into the water.

The water poured into the sand, and the Hu Yang forest farther away was blown by the hot wind on the desert. The tree body seemed to become brittle in an instant. When the hot wind blew, the whole Hu Yang forest was cut off at the waist with a click, as if it had been cut off by the waist. An executioner delivered a brutal beheading.

Within hundreds of square kilometers, there are almost no signs of life activities.

Hao Tianjun was still lying quietly, as if he was in a sweet sleep. He didn’t know what kind of terrifying scene he dreamed, but a faint, sinister smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

In ancient times, he was a plague god who killed countless people and caused catastrophes several times. Finally, with a wave of the golden killing whip, he left this world and joined the immortal class.

He has always regretted that he will no longer have the opportunity to display his supernatural powers of plague distribution, and he will no longer be able to enjoy the pleasure of watching life gradually wither.

He liked that feeling, and whenever his nose twitched, he could recall the sweet smell of death.

“Damn whip.”

The whip made his plague-casting supernatural power drop a lot, and many restrictions were added, and now he can no longer spread the plague in the air. This made Lu Yue, Haotianjun, hate him for thousands of years.

Immunization is a spell forbidden by heaven, but he doesn’t want to care about it so much. Not being able to massacre in the human world has already made him a little unhappy. If he hadn’t thought of Wudang faction, Songshan faction, and Laoshan faction, these mortal cultivator sects all have backgrounds in the sky, maybe he would have killed those cultivators with the six before coming to the desert. All the cultivating human beings living in a nest of snakes and rats were killed.

At the beginning, the reason why the fifth princess chose the Kunlun School to touch the top to grant the immortal formula was because the Kunlun School did not have any backing in the sky.

In the Western proverb: God’s whip refers to the Eastern Rangers.

Lu Yue didn’t know this, and he didn’t want to know it. He just felt that he should be the whip of the heavens to punish these disrespectful people, and he shouldn’t be punished by those hateful immortals with decent looks. Limit your magical powers with a whip.

But also very satisfied.

He smiled and lay quietly in the thousand-year-old tomb, feeling the plague gas in his body slowly pushing out, slowly seeping into the ground, slowly killing countless creatures, feeling very beautiful like a pair The world is full of grudge mummies.

To be continued: