Weird World of Immortality

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Under the gray sky, he walked mechanically.

He is not alone, there are people like him covered in mud not far away.

After coming out of the Seven-Colored Forest of Dead Trees, they were divided into three groups and went in different directions.

He didn't quite understand why he wanted to go east, it seemed to be a call of fate, and he vaguely felt that something was calling him ahead.

The cool summer wind blew a fine dust from the dried mud on his face.

As he walked, he looked around, the wild scenery was both familiar and unfamiliar.

who I am?

Such thoughts could not be contained in his mind.

His stiff head seemed to become a little more flexible, and he vaguely remembered that his surname seemed to be...Lin?

Is your surname Lin? He was a little unsure, and his mind still seemed like a mess.

He could only keep going, like a walking corpse.

The sky became clearer and brighter, and a red sun leaped from the mountains, illuminating the earth.

The warmth came towards him, he squinted slightly, it has been a long time... a long time... I haven't seen the sun.

The person in the same direction as him ran abruptly.

He also ran wildly, running along the blue-black ruler road, the wind whistled past his ears, and the speed of his running made him secretly surprised.

As he ran without fatigue, he faintly saw a mud house hidden by trees, he stopped and looked at the very familiar village.

The memory slowly recovered, and he remembered that he was a scholar in Sanqiu Village, and Lin Shusheng in Sanqiu Village.

But he was already dead, so what happened to him now?

Scholar Lin looked at his hands. His hands were made of gray mud. Not only his hands, but his body was also made of gray mud.

He started to run again, and then he saw a person winding like a water snake on the footpath. Liu was moving away from Sanqiu Village.

He remembered why he was here, he was here to drag these familiar or unfamiliar people to hell!

A tyrannical mood rose in his heart, tiny colorful spores came out from his left cheek, and instantly covered his left face, he and his companions rushed towards the person not far away.

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"There's something weird!" Lu Kui at the back of the hall was the first to notice the weirdness coming, and he shouted sharply.

These monsters are like people, but they have mud faces, and the left face is covered with colorful spores that are dense and disgusting like mold. They roared at the crowd and ran as fast as cheetahs.

There was a commotion among the migrating crowd.

"Don't stop, continue to keep the formation and move forward." Huang Fushi shouted loudly, his face was extremely solemn, and it was only a long time after he left the village, and he encountered strange things, and these strange things were very strange, but the expression on his face was very serious. The colorful spores reminded him of the mold attached to the tree in the colorful circle.

The crowd speeded up and rushed forward, but there were too many carts, horses, cattle and other things, and the tails inevitably merged into a circular shape. Under the scolding of the patrol members, they barely maintained the formation.

Lu Kui had a small flame talisman attached to the spear in his hand, and he took several patrol members and rushed towards the dozens of monsters.

Zhou Fan, who was maintaining order in the middle, also noticed the abnormality at the end. He rushed towards the end, and while the straight knife in his hand was unsheathed, he had already taken out two small flame talismans with his left hand and slapped it on the back of the knife.

When Zhou Fan ran to the rear, Lu Kui's spear was already stabbing towards a monster that rushed to the front.

Bang!

The spear directly pierced the face of the colorful clay figurine, a burst of powder exploded, and crimson flames spewed out, burning the colorful clay figurine to the ground.

Lu Kui secretly let out a sigh of relief, these clay figurines were not difficult to deal with.

The colorful clay figurines were still rushing, leaving only a few left to deal with Lu Kui and the others, who wanted to cross the line of defense.

But Zhou Fan and the two talismans have already arrived.

Zhou Fan slashed out and easily cut off a clay figurine's head. He swung the sword very fast, and the Star Frost Rusted Sword drew dazzling lines of fire, killing three or four clay figurines at once.

Until the runes on the Star Frost Rusted Knife were exhausted, Zhou Fan took out two more small flame runes to supplement.

But he didn't need to do it anymore, and the dozen or so colorful clay figurines had all been beheaded.

Not far away, the panicked villagers saw that the patrol team had beheaded Wei Jing, and their faces showed joy and cheered for the patrol team.

"Huh, it's just a slap at the black tour level." Master Mao Fu Zhang sighed and said with a relaxed expression.

Lu Kui walked back with a spear in his hand with a strange expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked, pulling the knife back into its sheath.

Lu Kui hesitated for a moment and said, "These strange faces are familiar, where have you seen them?"

"Unfamiliar and strange, they may be due to the mutation of Caiyi's body." Master Huang Fu judged aloud, "We need to be faster, I'm afraid there will be changes."

It's just that the migratory crowd with so many things can't get up quickly.

The crowd didn't say much, but started to keep up with the long queue. Zhou Fan faintly heard something behind him, and he looked back.

The mud figurines that were beheaded and killed in the back had turned into mud dust, but now the mud dust has become sticky and squirming, and they are slowly reorganizing.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly and called out to everyone.

When Lu Kui and the others looked over, their faces became ugly.

"Can't you kill it?" Master Mao Fu said solemnly, "Don't worry about them, let's get out of here."

If you can't kill them, don't get entangled with them.

Zhou Fan and the others returned to the team and began to ride back on the prepared horses to urge the migration team to move forward quickly. The crowd inevitably became afraid. Some people threw the pigs that were too slow and refused to go on the road and whipped them with whips. Let them pull the carts carrying grain, old people and children to speed up.

In less than a quarter of an hour, another colorful clay figurine was chasing after him.

Zhou Fan, the guards, went up to meet them again, beheading the dozen or so colorful clay figurines.

Among the warriors who killed the colorful clay figurines this time was Luo Zitian~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was holding an axe, and happened to see Zhou Fan split a clay figurine in half.

Luo Haetian walked over quickly, and he called out with a stunned expression: "Father?"

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Luo Kaitian didn't call him, but a clay figurine.

Because Luo Kaitian was staring at half of the clay figurine's face.

"Is he your father?" Zhou Fan looked at the clay figurine gradually falling off the dust.

"There's nothing wrong, my father has been dead for many years, but I still have an impression of this face." Luo Haetian's face showed confusion.

Zhou Fan and Luo Kaitian told Huang Fushi and others about the situation.

"No wonder I feel so familiar. These people are all those who died in the village." Lu Kui said with a pale face.

This is the resurrection of the dead.

"But haven't they died a long time ago? Why are they resurrected?" Luo Haetian said with a little sadness, his father turned out to be weird.