Suddenly a man's voice came from a distance, and Ji Dao subconsciously looked over there, only to see two men carrying the body.
They threw the corpses one by one into the mountain of corpses. One of them touched the sweat on his head and let out a sigh of relief:
"It's finally done! Everyone else has gone to eat. If we hadn't been so slow, we probably wouldn't have had anything to eat."
One of the men said to the other man in a slightly reproachful tone, and the other man scratched his head in embarrassment. It seemed that their slowness might have something to do with him.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhou. I was really tired after working all day yesterday, so I got up a little late today."
The older man just sighed and said nothing more.
"Uncle Zhou, there are so many dead bodies here, what are those monks doing!?"
There was clearly a kind of fear on the young man's face. For mortals like them, it was a bit strange for the monk to inexplicably ask them to transport so many dead bodies.
Feeling a cold wind blowing from all around, the middle-aged man also shivered, and then said:
"Don't talk nonsense about the monks! We just get our salary. Xiaojiu, if you do this once, you will have no worries about food and clothing for ten years!"
The young man named Xiaojiu also nodded, but continued:
"But these people seem to have been massacred. There are blood marks on their necks. To be honest, Uncle Zhou, it feels weird standing here!"
Xiao Jiu then touched his already cold arms. The atmosphere here was indeed very weird. Mortals still maintained a little respect for things like dead bodies.
"Hey! Stop talking and go quickly. I heard from others before that the monks want to catch a zombie, and it might be here!"
The young man was also frightened and took a few steps back. Then he bravely smiled and said:
"Uncle Zhou, you know I'm a coward, so stop teasing me. Killing a whole city just to catch a zombie? This can't be justified."
Jidao's eyes froze slightly when he heard this. Are the tens of thousands of corpses here all residents of the same town?
A sense of sadness and sorrow came to Ji Dao's heart. He had never seen so many dead bodies, and the sadness in his heart was naturally self-evident.
"Stop talking and leave quickly! This zombie is very powerful. The harm caused by keeping him here is probably more terrifying than massacring the city!"
The middle-aged man took the young man's hand and ran to the side without saying a word. The last two words that Jidao heard were the two's last words.
"Uncle Zhou, why? We have seen a lot of zombies, but they are not that powerful!"
"What do you know! It is said that this zombie looks exactly like a human!"
Hearing this, a chill suddenly crawled up the back of Jidao's neck. He suddenly had a very bad premonition. If this is his memory, then doesn't that mean???
At this moment, Jidao noticed that there seemed to be a slight vibration in a pile of corpses not far away, right in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, a small hand poked out from the pile of corpses, and then the owner of this small hand slowly climbed out of the pile of corpses.
Jidao took a breath of cold air. This child who crawled out was not himself. Who else could he be?
He was so surprised that he couldn't move, and watched helplessly as the child in front of him walked towards him.
"He" looked at the pile of corpses next to him, and then at the corpse he stepped on. His eyes were full of confusion. In a daze, he seemed to suddenly see something, and ran over!
Jidao stood there and watched quietly, watching where "he" was going to run, and saw him stop next to a pile of corpses.
He stretched out his hand and raised a person's cheek. Ji Dao took a closer look and found that it was probably a little girl about his age.
I only saw "himself" staring at the head for a long time, but his eyes were still confused, as if he didn't know what was happening.
After that, he walked in his direction on foot, looking at the corpses at his feet along the way, wondering what he was thinking.
Ji Dao was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. He clenched his fists so hard that they could only make a clicking sound. It seemed that the "zombie" those two people were talking about must be him!
But when he walked to the side of Ji Dao, he suddenly stopped!
Jidao was shocked. He saw "himself" slowly turning his head...
A chill suddenly spread all over his body. For the Yakuza, it doesn't matter if they see zombies, but what if they see themselves?
What would he think if he saw himself crawling out of a pile of dead bodies?
"Myself" stared at Ji Dao with his empty eyes for a long time. Could it be that he could sense that there was someone here?!
But the next moment, Jidao understood the reason why "he" was looking this way.
"You can't die even if you cut off the neck? What if that's the case?"
The next moment, Jidao only saw a ball of light heading towards "himself", but his eyes did not reflect a trace of brilliance!
Bang!
Perhaps no one has ever had such an experience, watching "oneself" being blown into pieces. Broken arms and limbs, as well as flesh and blood floating in the air, were all bombarded into ashes in a ball of light!
This kind of shock is indescribable. Although Ji Dao has an extremely tough mind, he is still a human being after all. If someone is blown into pieces in front of him, he will feel a kind of grief, let alone himself.
Looking at the spilled blood, the emotion in Jidao's heart could no longer be described as shock. He looked at the gray sky above his head.
Yes, if I had been blown into pieces at this time, how did the current individual appear?
Then all the world told him was a scene that switched instantly.
Jidao looked up at the dark sky, with lightning and thunder. It was a stormy night! A little boy was walking slowly on a street. Various tubes with unknown functions were inserted into his body.
But as he walked slowly, blood overflowed from the tubes and washed down with the rain. He walked forward expressionlessly, as if he could not feel the pain in his body at all.
Behind him, a formerly splendid palace had turned into a piece of scorched earth. Black flames continued to rise amidst the rain and lightning, creating a picture of hell...