Midnight.

In the wilderness outside the outskirts of Fufeng County, Xizhou, there is a rustling cold wind and a bone-bone cold air.

The world is unstable and bandits are rampant. This road has long become very unsafe. Don’t say that the third day of the night, even at noon, ordinary merchants would not dare to walk without a hundred people walking together.

Su Qinghe did not believe in this evil. He was alone, carrying a sword on his back, walking in the dead wilderness with his head held high. In the afternoon of that day, he left Fufeng County. According to calculations, he should have arrived at a station called Yangmayi before sunset. He was from Pingjiang Mansion, Jiangnan, and was not very familiar with the road of Fufeng. As he walked, he went apart. Seeing the red sun set, the cold air steeped, he had not seen the flagpole and lanterns of Yangmayi. There were many wars in the West, and countless people died since ancient times. After nightfall, resentful ghosts cried everywhere. The red horse he sat down was panicked and actually neighed.

In the blink of an eye, the dusk was scattered, and the sky and the earth were painted like paint, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Su Qinghe simply closed his eyes and walked forward.

Behind him, a group of resentful ghosts had gathered unknowingly.

The ghost was invisible and walked silently. He followed him twenty miles, always maintaining an eighth-meter distance, and never leaving. Su Qinghe's rough method of breathing and venting, and a faint true yang energy flowed in his meridians. Although this energy cannot form a pill, it can open the heavenly eyes. Once the heavenly eyes are opened, everything will disappear. Su Qinghe had noticed their existence early in the morning, but he was not afraid at all. He had something to ward off evil spirits on his body, and the idle wandering soul dared not approach him.

There was a strange creaking sound from the post road ahead, like an iron tool scratching a copper basin, which made people feel creepy.

But it was a group of giant rats eating a corpse soldier.

To the west of Xizhou is the underworld, where there is no alternation of night and day, and it is dark and unclear. It is not only the territory of the undead tribe, but also countless fierce strange beasts live in. In order to fight against the undead tribe and these strange beasts, Xizhou has always had the custom of refining corpse soldiers. No matter if the officials and civilians have enough financial resources, they will keep corpse soldiers to defend themselves.

At present, the armor of this corpse soldier is still complete, and the flag on his back is still bright. It should be from the local garrison or the government.

At this moment, its elbow and knee joints were chewed off by the giant rat, and its chest and flesh on its ribs were chewed off, revealing its thick white bones.

It was powerless to resist, its turbid eyes were neither happy nor sad nor resentful, and a strange sound came from its throat.

Corpse soldiers have no spiritual platform, and their life and soul are incomplete. They do not understand yin and yang, do not understand the mind and nature, do not uphold human ethics, do not know etiquette, do not distinguish between good and evil, and do not have right or wrong. Their bodies are soaked in poisonous potions, and are as tough as hardwood, which is a hundred times stronger than human flesh and blood!

However, under the jagged sharp teeth of the giant rat, the hardwood turned into rotten wood, and it had already become shattered at this moment. Because the flesh of the corpse soldiers was poisonous, the giant rats' pupils became red.

Su Qinghe frowned. He was extremely disgusted with these unclean things and wanted to take a detour, but his vision was full of rats and grandchildren.

The giant rats have an extremely sharp sense of smell. They quickly smelled the breath of a stranger and stopped eating. After all, the blood-acting flesh of a stranger is much more delicious than the zombie meat.

It was too late to get out of here. The giant rat surrounded him and stared at him. The red eyes as big as beans were covered in the sky, more than a thousand.

Su Qinghe couldn't help but laugh, but became calm. His muscles and bone skills have reached the palace level. He has been walking in the world for many years. He has never seen any storms and waves. He is still afraid of you a few mice?!

He tightened his belt and arm guards, and the long sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed, and there was a sound of dragon roaring and tiger roaring in the cold light.

The group of rats began to stir up, rushing to the front of the giant rat, roaring fiercely, making a squeaking scream in his throat, and the blood in his eyes became even thicker.

Su Qinghe was not afraid. He curled a sword flower in a casual manner. The blade of the sword suddenly sounded, and a ball of flame suddenly rose from the tip of the sword. In this dark night, the flame was very dazzling.

Some old giant rats had already wailed in horror and began to retreat. But others, the strongest giant rats in the group of rats were angry and angry. They rushed forward desperately, and roared in their throats.

Hearing the signals of battle, the rats and grandchildren who were eating and playing in the nearby wild fields gathered together.

The fresh and lively atmosphere of people makes them particularly excited. They have not tasted the taste of blood and flesh for too long.

The rats gathered into a ball, like a pool of black and smelly dirty water, roaring, rubbing their teeth, making terrifying giggles.

Su Qinghe shouted sternly: "It's so damn!"

Without seeing how he used his sword, a loud noise came out, and the giant rat rushing in front threw away its ugly and hideous rat head.

The rats were in a thunderous state, the cowardly mouse retreated in an uproar, the irritable rat jumped and roared, and rushed towards the stranger regardless of everything.

Su Qinghe snorted coldly, his eyes were as cold as ice water. The sword in his hand turned into thousands of cold lights, and more than thirty swords were stabbed out in an instant! The giant rat was still flesh and blood. No matter how strong it was, under the strangulation of the strong edge, his intestines and stomachs were still broken, and he turned into a pile of pus, blood and piles of minced meat in screams and wails. What made the giant rat even more frightened was that the little fire of Su Qinghe's sword edge had turned into thousands of stars and burst out. For a moment, the sky was filled with sparks, and dozens of flames were ignited within a radius of dozens of feet.

The creatures in the dark fear of light were better than the slaughter of swords and guns. The rat group finally retreated and poured out like a tide, but they did not go far. Twenty feet away, they held their feet and turned around and stared at the same corpses on the ground greedily.

"A beast is an animal after all."

Su Qinghe hummed a little disdain, turned his sword back to the sheath, and continued his path.

Behind them, the rat group began to stir up because they fought for the corpses of the same kind and they were brutally fighting each other.

The night wind slowly stopped, but the night was still very dark.

Su Qinghe calmed down and continued to walk his path with his head down.

The coolness just now actually consumed a lot of effort. His cultivation was not as good as the level of his body. The true yang energy in his body was very limited. It was consumed too much just now. Although he suppressed the rat group, he was already very tired at this moment.

The road ahead is long and dangerous and unknown. It is very necessary to preserve your strength in case.

A gust of cold wind quietly rose, and the surroundings became cold that invaded the bone marrow. Su Qinghe shivered and turned around suddenly. A dazzling golden light immediately shot out from the middle of his eyebrows!

Dozens of lonely ghosts fled in the desert.

"Keep behind you."

The sound seemed to float out of the ancient tomb, weak and hoarse, but it was definitely a human voice.

Su Qinghe suddenly turned around and waved his hand and slashed out with a sword.

With a puff.

One head was cut off half by a sharp blade.

The thing that was left with only half of his head roared, and a sharp steel halberd suddenly pierced Su Qinghe's chest.

A mouthful of blood shot out, and Su Qinghe grabbed the cold iron rod of the steel halberd with his backhand.

The person who attacked him was a corpse general wearing heavy armor. The corpse general and corpse soldiers were the same thing. The difference was that its joints were as flexible as humans, and its IQ was absolutely crushing the corpse soldiers. It suddenly attacked while Su Qinghe opened his eyes to destroy the wronged ghosts and actually succeeded with one blow. But what surprised it was that the sharp blade of the steel halberd failed to pierce the opponent's body. The fresh and weak man's chest was as hard as a wooden board, and his arms were also extremely powerful. It tried its best, and the guy in his hand could no longer move forward.

"ah--"

The corpse general's roar was not out of fear, they were all fearless warriors. The roar was due to anger and confusion: after suffering from violent stings, its prey actually waved its sword and slashed at its head again.

This time, the only half of its face was missing a small piece.

Zombies do not rely on their face to make a living, and this loss of war does not affect their fighting spirit at all.

It roared strangely, and the steel halberd in its hand quickly retreated and then stabbed out suddenly. The speed of the stabbing was extremely fast!

Su Qinghe complained. His body was as strong as a wood, and his body was as strong as a wood, but no matter how hard the wood was, he could not withstand the sharp steel halberd. What saved his life was a family-born close-fitting soft armor. Although his cultivation was not low, he had been pampering for many years and was neglected to fight. Suddenly facing the corpse general's lifeless fighting style was a little confused. After weighing the pros and cons, he chose to retreat and avoid it. Thirty-six strategies were the best. Although it was not glorious, there was nothing shameful. A real man could bend and stretch, and it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

Unexpectedly, the corpse general's straight stab is weak, and the sweeping is real.

The fierce steel halberd suddenly retreated just half a foot from his chest and swept across.

Su Qinghe's center of gravity was lost at this moment and he had no way to change his moves. What's even more deadly is that the corpse general attacked the base of his thigh this time, and that was the weakest place in the soft armor protection.

Seeing that he was unable to turn things around, Su Qinghe's mind was blank. Although he was extremely unwilling to accept, he could only accept a funny ending.

Just as the lightning was shining, a huge force suddenly attacked from the left side of his body, pulling his body backwards, barely avoiding the thunderous attack of the corpse.

With a strange sound, the cold light of the steel halberd slid across Su Qinghe's waist. Because the corpse that was too hard and staggered, Su Qinghe seized the opportunity to sweep the hall and overturn the corpse to the ground. The corpse general's legs were cast like steel, heavy and hard. Although Su Qinghe's muscles and bone skills were not ordinary, they only grinned.

Zombies' joints are generally very stiff and it is difficult to get up after falling to the ground, but corpses will be an exception. Their joints are soaked in special potions. They are not only soft but also flexible. They will stand up again in no time.

Su Qinghe bit his teeth, rolled on the spot, turned over and jumped onto the back of the corpse general, and stabbed the sword in his hand hard.

With a puff, the long sword penetrated the heavy armor on the corpse general's body, but failed to penetrate its body. The body made by special potions was extremely tough, and it was difficult to achieve success in light weapons.

It was too late to draw the sword and stab again. One of the corpse generals' arms suddenly flipped over at a strange angle, grabbed Su Qinghe's ankle, and its other hand tightened the steel halberd again...

"Blood!" The previous voice reminded him again.

"Um."

Su Qinghe was enlightened. He quickly cut his palm and blood poured out. He muttered something in his mouth. The blood that flowed out seemed to drip into a transparent bag, gathering into a blood bag.

The blood bag became bigger and bigger, and when it was more than one fist, the half-pull of the corpse general and his other hand also turned over. The steel halberd was whimpering with wind, piercing Su Qinghe's chest and abdomen.

Su Qinghe shouted: "Strike!"

The "blood bag" suspended in the air immediately fell, and the blood splattered the corpse's body.

The object suddenly howled shrillly, let go of his hands, threw away the steel halberd, and scratched his body with both hands.

Zombies don’t know what pain is or what fear is, but they are afraid of human blood. The fresh blood of human beings can corrode their bodies. The dead flesh and blood will quickly soften when encountering fresh blood and have a smell of blood.

A terrifying and strange sound rang out in the darkness.

It is a restless group of rats.

They smelled the smell of blood and rushed in like a tide.

The zombie soaked with human blood is a ball of live meat in the eyes of the giant rat. Compared with the dead meat of the zombie, this is a delicious heaven. The crazy giant rat pounces on it desperately, like a turbid wave that instantly submerges the corpse.

The corpse roared loudly, and it grabbed it, and one giant rat after another died tragically under its powerful iron claws, but more giant rats rushed up, covering it layer by layer, and nibbling on its flesh and blood.

When the crisis was resolved, Su Qinghe calmed down and jumped into the deserted wheat field, helped a young man up from the weeds, and ran away with his back on his body.

...

Several miles away, after confirming safety, Su Qinghe carefully put the boy down.

"Little brother, what do you think?"

The boy of seventeen or eighteen years old has a dark green complexion and is as angry as a fucking spring.

His eyes stared at Su Qinghe with no clue, but he couldn't speak. After a long time, he raised his right hand tremblingly and handed a round stone to Su Qinghe's hand.

His lips were opened and hesitated, but he leaned down. The boy's other hand suddenly grabbed Su Qinghe's neck and pulled him down. Su Qinghe was so scared that he was sweating profusely and broke free from it frantically.

He jumped three meters away and stood up to defend himself, but saw that the boy had already died of a stiff face.

Or, he just wanted to get closer and say a few words to himself.

Su Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to look at the stone in his palm. It was simply a simple stone. Why did the young man solemnly entrust him to him before he died?

He put away the stones, tidyed his clothes, bowed to the teenager's body, and sighed helplessly. He had seen too many deaths along the way, and his heart became cold and hard, but this man had kindness to him, so he could not let his benefactor storm the wilderness.

So I found a Fengshui treasure land nearby, dug a pit to bury the young man. I wanted to erect a monument for him, but I didn’t know who his surname was, but I thought about it but gave up. I only moved a stone in front of the grave and planted an unknown little tree as a mark.
Chapter completed!