Zhao Yanxun alone, no matter how high the force value is, cannot stop all the zombies escaping.
What's more, although his current strength value is high, it is not extremely strong. He is just bullying the zombies without thinking.
If five or six of the guards who were still spiritual came up to besiege him, it would be difficult for Zhao Yanxun to deal with them.
Even if there were more than ten or twenty zombies swarming him, he would be hard-pressed to resist them. After all, he doesn't have three heads and six arms.
More than a dozen guards were killed together, and all the zombies that sprang out in twos and threes from the mountain gate were killed easily.
After about seven or eight minutes, no more zombies came out of the mountain gate, and everything seemed to be calm again.
The guards were panting from exhaustion. This time was different from what they had done in Hejiazhuang. They kept chopping for seven or eight minutes, and their physical strength was extremely exhausted.
Zhao Yanxun was not in a hurry to go in this time, because he had already collected fifty skill points at this moment, so he directly added a little more effort.
Physical strength (changed from here to physical strength): 15 points (5:34)"
Looking at the data given by the system, Zhao Yanxun was slightly disappointed, especially regarding the alarm distance. There was basically no difference between three meters and one meter.
The perception distance was extended to thirty meters, which was still very useful to him, so at this moment he turned on the system perception.
The radius of thirty meters was enough for him to encompass the front yard of Wolong Temple, and there was not a single zombie inside at the moment.
However, Wolong Temple is so big that it is still unknown whether it will be cleaned up, so Zhao Yanxun still planned to go in.
But before going in, he had to rest outside to regain his strength, so that he could continue to be super powerful later.
About twenty minutes later, Zhao Yanxun's physical strength was fully restored, so he walked towards the mountain gate of Wolong Temple again.
It was generally safe inside, so Zhao Yanxun didn't say much at this moment and allowed the guards to follow him.
Entering the mountain gate, Zhao Yanxun turned on the system perception and had an unobstructed view of the situation within a radius of thirty.
There were no living creatures, not even mutated zombies, so Zhao Yanxun walked forward.
After passing through several mountain gates, when Zhao Yanxun came to visit the Main Hall, he sensed that there were still people alive in an attic behind the hall.
It's not a zombie, but a real person. However, this person's breath is weak, and he is obviously in danger.
Zhao Yanxun quickened his pace and walked towards the back. This was the only survivor he found from Hejiazhuang. He urgently wanted to ask something.
But when he walked through the main hall and came to the courtyard at the back, he found that it was the abbot's quiet room that he had been to before.
However, the peaceful and ethereal quiet room at the beginning has now become extremely dilapidated, with doors, windows and appliances in a mess.
The guards were still heavily guarded, but Zhao Yanxun knew that this place was safe, and according to the system's perception, the person who was still alive was in the attic inside the quiet room.
Slowly approaching the main entrance of the quiet room, the guards also rushed in, while Zhao Yanxu raised his head and looked at the attic.
The original staircase collapsed to the ground, and it looked like it had been deliberately demolished. Even the door knocker leading to the attic was locked.
There were dried blood stains on the ground, and even the remaining pieces of meat could be chopped off. It was obvious that a tragic scene had happened here.
"Put up the ladder and open the door!" Zhao Yanxun said in a deep voice.
The guards immediately got busy and quickly set up the ladder to the attic.
A guard climbed up the stairs, picked up the wooden pier he picked up from the room, and smashed it seven or eight times before knocking off the lock on the door.
The guard drew his sword and pushed them aside, only to see a man lying inside, his chest rising and falling slightly.
"Your Highness, he is an old monk!" The guard stuck his head out and reported.
Zhao Yanxun walked up the stairs. When he entered the attic, he was shocked to find that the old monk in the attic was none other than Kong Yuan, the abbot of Wolong Temple.
Zhao Yanxun hurriedly stepped forward and saw that Kong Yuan's breath was weak, and he was obviously on his deathbed.
The guard lifted Kongyuan up from the ground. The movement woke up Kongyuan who fell into a coma, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Eat, eat!" Kong Yuan said in an extremely weak voice.
His eyes were blurry, and he obviously regarded Zhao Yanxun as a zombie and thought he was going to be eaten.
Putting the knife on the floor, Zhao Yanxun slowly knelt down and said in a deep voice: "Master, you see clearly, it's me!"
Kong Yuan stared blankly for several seconds before he vaguely saw Zhao Yanxun's face and confirmed that he was not a zombie.
"Your Highness, is it you?"
Seeing that Kong Yuan recognized him, Zhao Yanxun then asked: "Master, what happened?"
This was a question that Zhao Yanxun wanted to know urgently. Kong Yuan might end up burping like this at some point, so he had to ask clearly as soon as possible.
It seemed that Kong Yuan also understood this, so at this moment he didn't talk nonsense and answered directly: "Three days ago...several pilgrims carried a patient who was possessed by evil spirits and wanted to ask...the Buddha's light to shine and get rid of evil spirits!"
The patients who were possessed by evil spirits must be zombies, and they were obviously the source of the destruction of Wolong Temple.
So the question becomes, where did this patient come from? Could it be Hejiazhuang?
"Master, do you know where this patient came from?"
Under Zhao Yanxun's expectant gaze, Kong Yuan closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"On that day, the monks in the temple were performing rituals for this man. Unexpectedly, the patient burst out on the spot and scratched and bit more than 20 monks. The disaster started from there!"
The monks were normally taught not to kill, so it was impossible for them to think of, let alone do, just beat this mutated family to death.
"It's still my fault...blame me for not discovering it in time, otherwise the night would never have happened..."
Zhao Yanxun could already guess what happened at night, and apparently the monks also mutated.
"Master, when does the ritual take place? When does something happen in the temple?" Zhao Yanxun asked in a deep voice.
This question is very critical. Based on this, Zhao Yanxun can deduce how long it will take to complete the mutation after being scratched and bitten.
"The ceremony will be held in the late afternoon, and the monks will be possessed by the evil spirit at dusk, and they will bite the remaining monks under the moonlight!" At this point, Kong Yuan coughed a few more times, and vomited something in his mouth again.
A few mouthfuls of blood.
It was about ten hours before midnight, and Zhao Yanxun was a little surprised by the speed of mutation.
When he was in Chang'an Town, Wang Changxin was bitten by his wife, and it definitely took more than ten hours for him to mutate.
"Master, are you okay?" Seeing Kong Yuan vomiting blood continuously, Zhao Yanxun asked with concern.
"That night, the old monk was almost bitten by Yu Yu and fell off the platform in a hurry. Fortunately, Jue Yuan arrived in time and rescued me in the attic here!"
Jue Yuan is the successor of Kong Yuan and the new abbot of Wolong Temple.
"Jueyuan was bitten by a monster under the attic. His screams... the old monk can still hear it now..."
Kong Yuan became more and more agitated, his whole body began to struggle, and his words became increasingly muddled, making it impossible to hear clearly.
"Master, master..."
Zhao Yanxun shouted several times in succession, but the latter showed no signs of relief, and the man just struggled wildly.
Just when Zhao Yanxun was trying to calm down Kong Yuan so that he could ask more questions, Kong Yuan tilted his head and then stopped moving.
The guard checked his breathing and then reported: "Your Highness, the person is dead!"
The further he went on, the more excited Kong Yuan became, but Zhao Yanxun didn't know how to explain it.
"He called...Master...Master, but the old monk couldn't save him. He could have escaped, but he shouldn't have come to save me..."
