This question flashed through my mind, and I immediately had the answer. Although I don't know much about the "corpse control technique", I still know a little bit. Generally, after raising a living corpse, you must put a poison in its brain, otherwise the living corpse will rebel and the practitioner will have no way to stop it. But Yaxue is the daughter of the director. The reason why she became a living corpse must be that after she died, Ling Peiqiang and his wife were unwilling to give up, so they tried to revive her and make her live like a normal person. Then, they could not tolerate Tan Qing putting a poison in her brain.
Since it is impossible to cast a spell to control the zombies, it is necessary to cast a spell and use the spiritual channel to complete it. The so-called spiritual channel is the communication bridge between the magician and the zombie's brain. There are only three such bridges: eyes, ears and nose.
I didn't smell any strange smell, which means that Tan Qing's corpse-controlling technique used a spell for her to hear and used her eyes to convey information. So just now, what I saw in her eyes was Tan Qing's fierce look.
Yaxue's eyes were blinded by the sand, which cut off the channel for controlling the corpse and communicating with the spirit, so she naturally woke up.
Thinking of this, I glanced at Tan Qing, who was moving his lips slightly and chanting a spell. I gritted my teeth and stood up from the ground. In my three years of special forces career, I have encountered more difficult situations than this. Without a will as strong as steel, I am not worthy of being a special forces soldier. I stood up and first covered Yaxue's ears with both hands and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Yaxue's body trembled, and I knew she tasted a familiar taste. She knew who was kissing her without saying anything. Yaxue moaned and threw herself into my arms.
Tan Qing looked at me in surprise. He probably didn't expect that I knew the art of controlling corpses and knew where to cut off his psychic channel.
At this moment, Yan Xiang and Shen Bing came back with Long Shaohui, who looked seriously injured. Tan Qing suddenly turned around, rushed behind Yan Xiang, raised his palm and hit him on the back of the neck. Yan Xiang fell to the ground without a sound.
"Shame on you, you launched a surprise attack." Shen Bing cursed with contempt, put Long Shaohui on the ground, and was about to go forward to attack.
Tan Qing sneered, bent down, snatched the pistol from Long Shaohui, and pointed it at her forehead!
"Let Yaxue go, or I'll shoot her to death!"
Damn, the situation has suddenly changed. Just when we had the upper hand, we are now in a passive position again.
I looked at Shen Bing with a bitter face, thinking that we would all die if I let Yaxue go or not. I was holding Yaxue's ears and not daring to let go, which was like a waste. He shot Shen Bing to death, and then he wouldn't have to spend much effort to kill me. He just didn't want to kill us this way, and wanted Yaxue to do it, so that it would be like a murder scene by evil spirits, and he would be innocent.
"You country bumpkin, why don't you let go of your girlfriend? You value women over friendship, don't you see he is pointing a gun at my head?" Shen Bing got angry when she saw me lost in thought.
I sighed. This girl couldn't see the situation clearly. She thought if I let Yaxue go, you would be alive? How naive!
"I'll let her go, and we'll have a few good goodbyes." I said as I was about to let go, already prepared to die.
"etc!"
I was stunned. Who was talking? I looked and saw Zhao Chengshi squatting at the door. The old man was weak and didn't speak a word just now. He was watching the fun. Has he recovered some energy now
Tan Qing turned around and yelled at him, "Stop interrupting me, you'll have to talk to him on the road to the underworld later."
Zhao Chengshi was not annoyed by his scolding. A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on his face. He slowly took out a rusty little iron sword from his arms. It was only half a foot long and looked like the toys we played with when we were children. He did not say anything. He bit his finger and quickly drew a few strokes on it with blood.