However, there is no peace at the other end of this secluded city.

Zi Ling, who originally set out for Youcheng a month ago, finally arrived at his destination a few days ago after going around all kinds of twists and turns. In this Youcheng, he was unfamiliar with the place, so he cleverly dressed up as...

I stayed in the inn as a civilian to inquire about the situation, and also inquired about Nalan Xianzhen. Finally, I got a clue today, so I packed my bags and went to look for it, but...

Today's Youcheng seems particularly uneasy. Some Yin spirits can be seen everywhere attacking humans. Of course, he only found out that he was targeted by some Yin spirits. There are also a group of men in black who are not Yin's identities and are running around.

It looks like a storm is coming.

Following that clue, I finally found the residence of a wealthy family in Youcheng. It was said that Nalan Xianzhang had appeared here before, and it was already midnight.

He suppressed the uneasy feeling in his heart and knocked on the door. However, no one responded after knocking for a long time. He was dissatisfied, but he did not act rashly. However, when he put his hand on the door, the trembling of the door told everything.

With the intention of giving it a try, he pushed the door open...

However, there was no one in the huge courtyard. It was so quiet that you could smell needles on the ground. There was no sound of the wind blowing the leaves. Only a big mahogany coffin could be seen in front of the main hall of the whole house.

Two white candles in front of the coffin were flickering with dim light, and there was a gloomy wind.

"Is anyone there?" His voice echoed in the big house.

"Peng Peng Peng!!" The sound of objects banging resounded in this quiet space, which was simply terrifying.

He looked around, only to find that the source of the sound was the coffin, and the coffin board was still vibrating.

Fake corpse?!!!

That was an idea that suddenly came to his mind. It was so scary!

Today is not an auspicious day and there is no burial. It is not the gate of hell that opens in the middle of July. What kind of corpse is it? It is simply unscientific!

He was complaining like this in his heart, but he didn't dare to act rashly. He walked carefully to the coffin and found that the nails in the coffin were all nailed. Zi Ling thought in his heart that it was impossible to fake the corpse. Maybe it was the person inside.

He's not dead.

He stood by the coffin and was carefully studying how to rescue the people inside. Suddenly there was another "Peng" sound, and broken wood flew all over the sky. The first thing he could see was a pair of hands full of sharp nails, withered and gray, and then

A figure suddenly stood up from the broken coffin board.

Zi Ling was so frightened that she took several steps back, "Are you...a human or a ghost?"

The man raised his head, his pale face was expressionless, his eyes were rolled white, and his stiff hands were not even put down. He was wearing a white mourning dress and just jumping around in the mourning hall with his legs together.

Damn it! Is it really a fake corpse, or a zombie?!!

Zi Ling was startled and couldn't help but curse. How could he find someone to meet this thing these days?

The corpse suddenly jumped in front of him, and put its straight hand on his shoulder. Before Zi Ling could react, the whole pale face was in front of him, eyes to eyes, nostrils to nostrils.

The corpse suddenly took a deep breath, and the white gas was sucked into his nostrils in an endless stream. By the time Zi Ling realized what he was doing, all the spiritual power in his body had been sucked out, and there was no trace of it at all.

There is no ability to resist anymore.

The scene in front of me gradually blurred, as if it were covered with layers of white gauze. In the hazy foreground, someone seemed to be walking here. That figure looked so familiar.

"Aling...Aling..." The anxious and worried murmur seemed to come from outside the world and yet be right before our eyes.

Zi Ling felt that the restraint on her shoulders seemed to have disappeared, and her body became light and airy. But the figure gradually became clear, it was Nalan Xianzhang!

At that moment, was it an image of the concerns in my heart before death?

In the end... only Nalan Xianzhen will be the one who always stays by his side...

"Aling...Aling..." The call gradually became clearer and clearer.

Zi Ling was startled and looked at the person next to him, "Xiaozhi? This...isn't it a fantasy?"

Nalan Xianzhen curled his lips and said, "What did Aling say? Do you know that you were so worried about me just now? Fortunately, you are fine now."

She then asked again, "Why is Aling here?"

"I'm coming to find you." Zi Ling blurted out.

Nalan's slender body was slightly startled, and the bright black eyes suddenly became a little cloudy and dim, and then returned to their original state. "Yeah, eh, by the way, Aling, you have to thank these heroes. If it weren't for them, you would

But it’s miserable.”

Following Nalan Xianzhen's words, Zi Ling turned around and realized that there were several young men in purple robes and white clothes beside her. The zombie was subdued by them.

Thinking that she had ignored him just now and was her savior, Zi Ling felt a little ashamed, smiled sheepishly, nodded as a greeting, "Thank you, hero, for saving me."

The leading young man also nodded politely and said, "You're welcome. This is my duty, and it's also our negligence. Please don't mind if I disturb you."

"No, no, haha..." Zi Ling smiled and waved, a little flattered by the other party's good attitude, "It's just..." His eyes fell on their uniform purple robes and white clothes, and a thought flashed through his mind.

, "You...are the knights of Qingyun Mountain, right?"

"That's right!" Suddenly a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy popped out from behind, smiling as if he was a little proud, "We have really good eyesight. As for us, we are indeed..."

"Junior brother, don't make trouble!" The leading young man frowned and scolded, smiling slightly sheepishly, "Young Master, don't be surprised, this is my junior brother, he is inevitably impetuous and fickle at a young age, which always makes people worry.

"

"Senior brother..." The younger junior brother curled his lips in grievance.

"Haha..." Zi Ling only laughed in agreement, "But what's going on with this guy? He was sucking my spiritual power just now!" As he said that, there was still a trace of fear in his heart. If they arrived late,

some……

The younger junior brother rarely became serious after hearing this, and the leading young man spoke again, with a serious expression on his face, "These people were originally normal people, but their souls were suddenly taken out of their bodies. I'm afraid their souls were used to

Whatever evil deeds they have done, there is still a trace of spiritual consciousness left in their bodies. This remaining trace of spiritual consciousness can allow their corrupted and decayed bodies to move and absorb the spiritual power of others to survive, and it will also make their bodies

Become a powerful weapon for the controller behind the scenes, because these people are no longer considered human beings and are not afraid of pain or death, so spiritual power and damage are ineffective against them. They can only use this method to let their spiritual consciousness interact with the controller.

The player is temporarily interrupted and loses the ability to attack."

"Aren't you afraid of spiritual power... Are you also afraid of harm..." Zi Ling lowered her eyebrows and murmured. "Isn't this just a human-flesh Iron King Kong..."

"How long can this last?"

"It can probably reach Tianyin. But we don't know how many ununiformed zombies there are in this secluded city. If you two have nothing to do, please don't act rashly. Please be careful." The young man nodded and persuaded politely.

"Senior brother, master is here." The younger junior brother exclaimed.
Chapter completed!