"Junior Brother Chen, the battle ahead is over. Junior Brother, please bring back the sacrificed disciples of our sect."

"Okay, senior brother."

Chen Qiang's eyes twitched, he agreed bravely, and then slowly walked out of the house.

Before going out, I glanced at the glass mirror by the door. I saw that I was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but my back was already stooped, and I had two big dark circles on my pale face, especially the black eye. The lips are particularly eye-catching.

He looked so like a young man with kidney deficiency that even if Chen Qiang fell to the ground and died suddenly, no one would be surprised at all.

It has been three days since he traveled back in time. Chen Qiang, who has integrated the memory of the original owner, has a certain understanding of the environment he is currently in.

Where he is now is a place called Liuyun Town, located on the border of the Daqian Dynasty.

The Daqian Dynasty had a vast territory, strong national power, and countless sects within its territory. It was currently at war with another large neighboring country, the Daxing Dynasty, for the resources of cultivating immortals.

The Jian Sect to which Chen Qiang belongs, as one of the five holy sects of the Daqian Dynasty, will naturally not miss this battle, and Liuyun Town is one of the Jian Sect's defense areas.

Chen Qiang, who had just joined the Sword Sect and became a handyman disciple of the Sword Sect's outer sect, naturally became a corpse-moving disciple on the battlefield. After every battle, he was responsible for collecting the corpses of the fallen disciples of the Sword Sect and carrying them back to the righteous people in Liuyun Town. Inside the village.

The long-term harsh battlefield environment, coupled with the invasion of various grievances and zombie qi, resulted in Chen Qiang's uncultivated body, damage to his foundation and longevity, and his untimely death.

Only then did Chen Qiang, a promising young man of the 21st century who was having dinner with friends and eating and drinking, accidentally travel through time.

When he came outside the house and saw the corpses covered with white cloths all over the courtyard, Chen Qiang felt a little dazed.

These nearly a thousand corpses were all brought back by the original owner. In the three days since he came, he had also been on the battlefield once. Facing the howling wind, his limbs were broken, and he almost vomited blood before he exhausted all his strength and moved them back. A relatively complete corpse.

I thought I would take this opportunity to activate some kind of golden finger, but in the end, except for having a stomachache for a whole day, nothing happened.

"Oh...it's really a bit of a back-up. With my physical fitness, I probably won't be able to hold on for long."

"Who knows if I can come back alive after leaving today."

"How do you understand this otherworldly time travel from me, so there is such a huge discrepancy?"

"Novel is harmful to people. If I could live my life again, I would never read time travel novels again. Alas..."

Thinking of the tragedy that was about to happen in the future, Chen Qiang's heart went cold. With his current physical condition, even escaping was a luxury.

Although the war zone where he is now responsible for moving corpses is only a battlefield for Qi training and foundation-building monks, he is the only corpse-moving disciple, and he has to go.

Seemingly sensing that Chen Qiang was in a bad mood, Su Yang, the Jianzong senior brother who had just spoken and asked Chen Qiang to move the body, took the initiative to come to his side.

He gently patted Chen Qiang's shoulder and comforted him softly: "Junior Brother Chen, don't worry."

"In three days, our Sword Sect Outer Sect Grand Elder will come here to inspect. Judging from Junior Brother Chen's current contribution to moving corpses, it is more than enough to exchange for one detoxifying pill."

"When the time comes, Senior Brother will say a few more good words for Junior Brother Chen. Maybe there will be other elixirs or even exercises that can help Junior Brother Chen get out of the current predicament."

Chen Qiang looked at the senior brothers beside him gratefully. Whether it was drawing a pie or something else, at least the disciples of the Sword Sect he had come into contact with in the past few days had good character.

Just like that day, he only carried one body back, expecting to encounter difficulties or even punishment.

Chen Qiang was already prepared to be beaten severely, activate the system, and then kill Ni Tian.

Unexpectedly, he was comforted by other senior brothers, and even a beautiful senior sister made medicinal porridge to help him regulate his stomach.

But later he also figured it out. As the only corpse-moving disciple in this war zone, and this war zone is full of outer disciples of the Sword Sect, to put it bluntly, they are all cannon fodder. No one can guarantee that one day they will be dead.

The only person they can rely on is Chen Qiang.

If you are lucky, maybe Chen Qiang can save your life. Even if you do die, if you have a good relationship with Chen Qiang, you can return to your roots and rest in peace.

"Three days...?" Chen Qiang gritted his teeth and felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.

After thanking Senior Brother Su on the side, Chen Qiang walked across the courtyard full of corpses, straightened his back, resolutely walked out, drove a corpse-carrying vehicle, and rushed towards the battlefield.

This French car powered by spirit stones was no slower than an F1 racing car. After burning an incense stick, Chen Qiang drove to the edge of the battlefield.

In order to prevent the strong wind from damaging the corpse when the chariot is driving, the chariot is not allowed to be driven into the battlefield.

The experience in his mind told him that this battlefield was close to Liuyun Town, and the corpse-moving disciples on the opposite side must not have arrived yet. Although the two dynasties jointly issued a statement that the two sides were not allowed to fight while moving the corpses.

But no one is willing to bet their lives on whether the other party will cross the red line.

And in the memory of the original owner, there was an encounter with a monk who was not completely dead. If the original owner was not in relatively good physical condition at that time, reacted quickly, and ran faster, the original owner would have died that time.

Warped.

Therefore, Chen Qiang needed to guard against hidden dangers while taking away the corpses of the monks on his side before the corpse-moving disciples from the opposite side arrived.

After parking the car, Chen Qiang stepped into the battlefield and couldn't help feeling weak.

On the battlefield.

Broken corpses were piled up everywhere, or simply cut off at the waist, and blood was spilled everywhere, forming winding creeks.

"Ugh!...Ugh!..."

Fortunately, Chen Qiang had already vomited like crazy the last time and got used to it a lot. This time he only retched twice and suppressed the discomfort.

Abandoning the fear in his heart, he tried hard to think about the detoxification pill in three days. Feeling that his strength had finally recovered, Chen Qiang no longer hesitated. When he saw the body of the Jianzong disciple dressed in clothing, he began to carry it to the Dharma cart.

As time went by, Chen Qiang also gradually moved towards the center of the battlefield.

Two corpses entangled with each other came into view. Fortunately, the two corpses were very complete, which made him breathe a little relieved.

Try hard to separate the body of the Sword Sect disciple from the sword in the opponent's hand.

Just as Chen Qiang was preparing to carry the corpse to the ceremonial chariot outside the battlefield, the arm of the corpse of the Daxing Dynasty Fenxiang Valley disciple suddenly squirmed.

"Oh my god!"

Chen Qiang's reaction was not unpleasant. He dropped the body, turned around and ran away.

However, as soon as he took two steps, he tripped over another corpse, and a strange laughter "chi~chi~" came from behind him.

At the same time, a strange gust of wind hit him. Chen Qiang's face became even paler, and he subconsciously closed his eyes tightly and waited for death.

"pill..."

But after ten breaths of this thought, nothing happened, so Chen Qiang bravely opened his eyes and looked.

I saw a huge rat with a trace of flesh and blood running out of the Fenxiang Valley disciple's sleeve.

"Phew! It turns out to be a mouse. It scared dad to death."

Just when Chen Qiang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up.

Under him, the corpse that had just tripped him suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed him, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground again.

Chen Qiang's mind instantly went blank, and he only heard a hoarse voice slowly spit out four words.
Chapter completed!