A group of people surrounded Zhang Feixuan and the other three in panic. The rotten faces and the stench of the dead body right in front of their eyes and in their noses made their faces change.
Gao Sishu took a step and, with the help of the wall behind him, his body projected high up. He was about to jump out of the crowd, but just as his body reached high in the air, it suddenly stopped and descended at an even faster speed.
The two looked over in confusion.
"It's all human."
Gao Sishu's voice was steady, yet within his tone there was a hint of despair that said, "You're already dead."
Wang Qi was looking forward when his eyes shrank.
He was tall and could see that since these people surrounded them, the streets in the back, which should have been empty, were filled with dense crowds, leaving no room for them to escape.
"Save us!"
These rotting dead bodies were getting closer and closer, further squeezing their living space, and it seemed that there was no place left.
Although they didn't know what these rotting dead wanted to do, they knew that if they were approached by them, they would be in trouble.
"Third brother! Take us out!" Zhang Feixuan shouted hurriedly.
Wang Qizhen grew thin wings directly from his back, grabbed Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu with both hands, squatted his legs and feet backwards, and jumped into the air with the force. He flapped his thin wings and flew upwards.
No matter how many there are, as long as they fly up, everything will be fine.
When those rotten people saw the man flying up, they subconsciously reached out to grab him.
Gao Sishu curled up into a ball and barely avoided the hands of these people.
However, Zhang Feixuan didn't have time to dodge and was grabbed by the ankle by a rotten hand.
As that hand grabbed him, people from all directions, like mirror images, reached out and grabbed him.
Those hands were riddled with holes and rotten beyond recognition. Strange maggots were growing out of the fingers and clinging to Zhang Feixuan's trouser legs.
This made him feel sick.
No matter how miserable he was, he always looked like a rich nobleman and kept himself clean. He hated this kind of thing the most!
“Let me go!”
Zhang Feixuan subconsciously opened his folding fan, and blood burst out of his hand, wanting to cut off the hand that was holding him.
But just as he was about to move, his eyes met the eyes of those corpses, and he was stunned for no reason.
Logically speaking, he had seen many such dead bodies. Even the overwhelming mass of dead bodies would at most make his scalp tingle, but it would not cause any fluctuations in his heart, even if these dead bodies were alive.
This kind of thing is at most a zombie that has just resurrected. It may not even be a zombie, it's just that there are a lot of them.
Even if these people are connected to the real mortals in the General City, so what? They are just mortals. For their own safety, killing a few zombies is nothing.
The bell is not here, and the senior brother is not here either.
Killing these corpses would at most cause the death of a few mortals, but he could escape.
But
Zhang Feixuan just couldn't do it.
Those eyes were also rotten, and some even had their eyeballs fallen out, but the expressions they revealed were very familiar to him.
There was a sudden flood that year, and all the people in the city died. As a survivor, he also had this kind of look towards the sect members who came rushing over.
Pray, hope, and desire.
Zhang Feixuan's hand stopped, he stared blankly at the densely packed corpses whose number he could not see clearly. No matter how many there were, their movements were consistent, all of them raised their heads, and no matter whether they had eyeballs or not, that expression could not be faked.
They are also praying for salvation.
Just like myself back then.
"I don't even have time to clean up the snow in front of my own door!" Zhang Feixuan gritted his teeth, stopped his hand and clenched the folding fan tightly, ready to fan out the bloody blade, but inexplicably, he couldn't do it.
Immortals are originally mortals.
Inexplicably, my senior brother's words echoed in my mind.
Who wasn't a mortal back then
He was also a mortal back then. If someone had really tried to rescue him like his senior brother did, instead of throwing him into the water like a scapegoat, perhaps his fate would have been different.
"What are you doing? Ouch!" Wang Qizhen screamed.
At this time, Zhang Feixuan let go of the hand that was holding him, and hit him hard, dragging him a little higher, while he himself fell to the ground.
He opened his folding fan and fanned himself gracefully, "You guys go your own way. Today I really don't believe in evil!"
"Second brother, what are you crazy about!"
Wang Qizheng roared in confusion and wanted to go down to catch Zhang Feixuan, but it was too late. The endless corpses stretched out their hands, waiting for him to land.
"Okay! I don't care about you anymore! Good luck to you!" Wang Qizhen gritted his teeth, flapped his wings and flew away from this place.
"Do I still need your care? I'm the second brother."
Zhang Feixuan shook his head and wanted to fan himself again, but the hands of the group of rotten corpses had already touched him.
"Save us, Great Immortal!"
"We don't want to die!"
"There is a monster, there is a monster, great immortal!"
Zhang Feixuan, who was buried in the rotting corpses, could only hear these people repeating these words. As more hands were placed on him, his consciousness became more and more dispersed.
The clothes on his body also began to rot and became the same as the corpses.
He was not as immune to all attacks as his senior brother, nor did he have the Great Dao Fire, nor did he have a magic weapon like Lingling that was made with his senior brother's magic power. He should not have come down in the first place.
Zhang Feixuan felt a sudden sense of regret for no reason.
Why did you suddenly change your mind
It's really possessed!
Now, surrounded by this group of zombies, he is really finished.
Why do you want to be a hero for no reason? You are not the eldest senior brother, so are you worthy of being a hero
Own
"do not be afraid!"
Among the group of rotten corpses, Zhang Feixuan suddenly shouted, "I am Zhang Feixuan, the second disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect. We in the Golden Immortal Sect are best at saving people. I will not abandon you. Come! Tell me if you are in any danger, and I will solve it for you!"
Along with the sound, a ball of blood exploded, shaking the corpses back, leaving a little space for Zhang Feixuan.
He ignored the tattered clothes and fanned himself with his folding fan, with one hand behind his back and his body straight.
"If the gods don't care, I'll take care of it!"
"If God doesn't care, I will take care of it!"
"I can't do anything about it, but I still have my senior brother, he will definitely be able to do something about it!"
"Look at me, I'm so handsome, you'll know I'm not lying! If I were lying I would have left long ago!"
Zhang Feixuan didn't know where he got the courage from, but he just shouted: "Calm down, everyone, and talk slowly. I will save you!"
Whether he was qualified or not, and whether he could be saved, was no longer within Zhang Feixuan's scope of thought.
At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, the only things in his mind were the words and actions of his senior brother.
as well as
The scenes of the sect disciples he encountered when he was a mortal.
Back then, they didn’t save us.
Now
I can save!
Who says that to practice Qigong, one must be like those people!
Can't Zhang Feixuan be the same as the senior brother? !