Chapter 141 I Can't Control There Is Elder Brother!
Chapter 141 I can’t control it, there’s still senior brother!
A group of people surrounded Zhang Feixuan and the three of them in panic. The rotting faces and the smell of the dead were so close to their eyes and noses that their expressions changed.
Gao Sishu moved his steps and used the wall behind him to reflect Lao Gao's body. He was about to jump out of the crowd, but as soon as his body reached high altitude, he suddenly stopped and landed at an even faster speed.
The two looked over in confusion.
"It's all people."
Gao Sishu's voice was very steady, with a hint of despair that said 'you are already dead'.
Wang Qizheng looked forward and his pupils shrank.
He was tall, and he could see that since these people gathered around, the streets that should have been empty at the back were filled with dense crowds of people, leaving no room for them to escape.
"Save us"
These rotting dead people are getting closer and closer, further squeezing their living space, and there is almost no room to occupy them.
Those eyes were also rotten, and some of the eyeballs were even missing, but the look in them was very familiar to him.
"I can't control it, but I still have a senior brother who can definitely control it!"
"Let me go!"
When those rotten people saw someone flying, they subconsciously stretched out their hands to grab it.
Among the group of rotting corpses, Zhang Feixuan suddenly shouted, "I am Zhang Feixuan, the second disciple of the Jinxian Sect. Our Jinxian Sect is the best at saving people. I will not leave you alone. Come! If you are in any danger, I will come.
Let’s solve it for you!”
They are also praying for salvation.
Just like myself back then.
Immortals are made by mortals.
In my mind, my senior brother's words rang inexplicably.
"Okay! I don't care about you anymore! Seek blessings for yourself!" Wang Qizheng gritted his teeth, fluttered his wings and flew away from this place.
"I still need you to take care of me? I am the second senior brother."
"Save us, Great Immortal!"
No matter how embarrassed he is, he always looks like a rich man and keeps himself clean. He hates this kind of thing the most!
But just when he was about to make a move, his eyes happened to meet those of these rotting corpses, and he was stunned for no reason.
Praying, hoping, and longing.
Zhang Fei
Can't do anything fake.
Zhang Feixuan felt regretful for no reason.
He opened his folding fan and fanned himself in an unusually graceful manner, "You guys are just fools, I really don't believe in evil today!"
"Look at me, I look so handsome, and you know that I don't lie to people! If I did, I would have left long ago!"
"I don't even have time to sweep the snow in front of the door!" Zhang Feixuan gritted his teeth, and held the folding fan tightly with his stopped hand, about to use the bleeding blade, but inexplicably, he couldn't use it.
"What are you doing, ouch!" Wang Qizheng screamed.
Gao Sishu curled up into a ball, barely able to avoid the hands of these people.
But
Zhang Feixuan just couldn't do it.
Zhang Feixuan let go of his hand at this time, and hit him hard, dragging him to fly a little higher, but he fell to the ground.
Why did you suddenly change your mind?
It’s so bewitching!
Now that he is fine, he is really going to be doomed if he is surrounded by these carrion corpses.
Even if these people are connected to the real mortals in the General City, so what, they are just mere mortals, and it doesn't matter if they kill a few rotten corpses for their own safety.
Zhang Feixuan, on the other hand, was grabbed by a rotten hand by his ankle before he had time to dodge.
Those hands were riddled with holes and rotten beyond sight, and strange maggots grew out of the fingers and clung to Zhang Feixuan's trouser legs.
"We don't want to die!"
"I'll take care of whatever the gods don't care about!"
This made him feel sick.
He was also a mortal back then. If someone had really rescued him like his senior brother, instead of throwing him into the water like a scapegoat, perhaps his fate would have been different.
Zhang Feixuan, who was drowned by the rotting corpses, could only hear these people repeating these words. The more hands on him, the more his consciousness became blurred.
Wang Qizheng roared in confusion and wanted to go down and catch Zhang Feixuan, but there was no time. The endless corpses stretched out their hands at this moment, waiting for him to land.
Wang Qizheng sprouted thin wings directly from his back, grabbed Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu with both hands, squatted with his legs and feet, and used the force to jump straight into the sky. He flapped his thin wings and flew to the top.
"There are monsters, there are monsters, Great Immortal!"
No matter how many there are, as long as they fly up, everything will be fine.
That year there was a flood and everyone in the city died. As a survivor, he also had this look on the sect who came over.
Zhang Fei
"Lao San! Take us out!" Zhang Feixuan shouted hurriedly.
Although they don't know what these rotting dead people want to do, they know that if they are approached by these people, they will not be able to get anything done.
The bell is not here, and the senior brother is not here either.
Killing these rotting corpses would at most result in the death of a few mortals, while he could escape.
It stands to reason that he has seen this kind of dead people a lot. Even if these dead people are crushed together, it will make his scalp numb at most, but it will not cause fluctuations in his heart, even if these dead people are alive.
This kind of thing can at best be regarded as a zombie that has just emerged from the dead. It may not even be considered a zombie, but there are just a lot of them.
Zhang Feixuan didn't know where he got the courage, so he shouted: "Calm down, everyone, speak slowly, I will save you!"
He is not as invulnerable as his senior brother, nor does he have a great fire, nor is he a magic weapon refined with his senior brother's magic power like a bell. He should not have come down in the first place.
"God doesn't care, I'll take care of it!"
"Boy, why are you crazy!"
Who was not a mortal back then?
Regardless of the tatters on his body, he fanned the folding fan, holding one hand behind his back and keeping his body straight.
Following the sound, a ball of blood exploded, causing the corpses to move back, leaving a little gap for Zhang Feixuan.
As that hand grabbed him, people from all directions, like mirror images, reached out to grab him.
There's nothing wrong with trying to be a hero. I'm not a senior brother. Do I deserve it?
Own
"do not be afraid!"
Zhang Feixuan shook his head and wanted to fan himself again, but the hands of the corpses had already touched his body.
The clothes on his body also began to gradually rot, becoming like these carrion corpses.
Whether he is qualified or not, and whether he can be saved, are no longer within the scope of Zhang Feixuan's thinking.
At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, he only had the words and deeds of his senior brother in his mind.
as well as
The scenes of those sect disciples he encountered when he was a mortal.
Back then, they didn't save him.
Now
I can save it!
Who said that by practicing Qi and cultivating the truth, you must be like those people!
Can't Zhang Feixuan be the same as his senior brother?!