Lan Mengyao, who was hiding, was met by Xing Sheng, and brought back to the late night shop. Ye Yi and Lan Mengyao stood on the overpass and watched them pass by.
"Yaoyao." Lan Mengnan said, going down to find her sister.
Ye Yi grabbed her: "With Boss Xing, your sister will be fine."
A red thread was implicated in Xing Huozuo and Lan Mengyao's body, shining with dim red light, as if it were destined for fate.
In fact, many years ago, Xing Huo met a woman who looked exactly like Lan Mengyao, and there was still a relationship between the two, but in the end the woman couldn't bear her face getting old and chose to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff.
Lan Mengnan glanced at Ye Yi, but stopped.
Xing survived and disappeared at the end of the road with Lan Mengyao, and a drizzle began to fall in the sky, Ye Yi poked out, and the rain hit his palms, wet.
"I hate rainy days." A yin and yang gas flowed from Ye Yi's hands and rushed straight into the sky. The clouds in the sky were stirred like ink, and the rain stopped in less than a few seconds.
The pedestrians around couldn't help but looked up at the sky. The rain was really strange. It came fast and went so fast. It took more than a minute before and after.
Lan Mengnan stretched out his hand, no raindrops fell, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. For the first time, he felt that Ye Yi was so terrifying. He wanted the rain to stop, and the rain really stopped.
"I said, I'm a god." Ye Yi seemed to feel the surprise in Lan Mengnan's eyes, and downplayed it authentically.
"Then I am not a god." Lan Mengnan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ye Yi.
"To be precise, you are the one-point soul of the gods." Ye Yi corrected her.
"Do you have to be so meticulous? Isn't it OK to follow my words? I really don't know how someone like you would like it." Lan Mengnan replied.
Ye Yi put his hands on the railing of the overpass, looking at the little light in the distance, and said blankly: "Don't you just like it?"
"I..." Lan Mengnan choked for a while, "I am because of the relationship between the souls of the souls, not really like them."
"Hey, just say what you want, I'll go now." Ye Yi turned and walked under the overpass.
What happened tonight has a lot to do with Pang Yingtian. The zombies that haunt all escaped from the top creatures, and Ye Yi needed an explanation.
"It's really boring." Lan Mengnan glanced at Ye Yi, muttered, and looked at the passing cars and people bored with his cheeks.
There is also a different kind of scenery in the city with power outage, but in the dark, I don't know how many evils will breed.
Lan Mengnan stayed alone and was very boring, turning around to go home, suddenly a figure fell from the sky, and a burly bald man appeared in front of her.
"Zombie." Wei Geng said with red eyes.
"Undead." Lan Mengnan said in surprise. She knew that the undead was not only Xing alive, and she secretly sighed that she had bad luck tonight.
The cold light flashed, murderous in the dark night, and the Xiu Chun Dao appeared in a dangerous manner, and it was forced to Lan Mengnan.
Lan Mengnan stepped back, not wanting to fight the undead in front of him, with force under his feet, he jumped up and disappeared into the night.
Wei Geng also jumped up, with a murderous look, chasing after him.
Ye Yi, who was walking on the road, felt a little bit and glanced back, but he didn't intervene and left on his own.
Lan Mengnan's speed was very fast, Wei Geng did not catch up, and instead went to the late night shop.
In the small shop, a crowd of people gathered under the candlelight. Electronic devices such as mobile phones and tablets have long been exhausted. However, in the dimness, everyone listened to Cui Longzhu and the ghost. This kind of fairy tale story is also quite interesting.
Suddenly, a dull sound of footsteps sounded from outside the house, like a drum that was struck.
Everyone fell silent for a while, staring at the door with breath-holding, fearing that zombies might come to the door.
The people came into the store with a full body of alcohol, and the flickering candlelight gleamed on his face flickering and dimming.
"Dangerous." Xing Huo looked at the old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time and was a little surprised.
"I chased a female zombie and lost it. I know you are around here, so I came to see an old friend." Wei Geng said with no scruples about others.
"Undead." Cui Longzhu's eyes lighted, looking at the old antique walking in front of him.
What year, He Yue, they also looked at him with novel expressions.
"I may know the female zombie you are talking about. Let's go out and talk." Xing Huo raised his hand and gestured.
Pang Yingtian and Xing were alive and in danger. The three undead gathered together and stood on the high-rise buildings that towered like sharp swords in the city. This feeling of being overwhelmed by the heights matched their identities.
"It turns out that you killed the zombie." Pang Yingtian said, it turned out that he had already met Wei Geng before.
There was a blackout in the city tonight, and many zombies under the top creatures who were caught by Pang Yingtian for experimentation ran out, including his son Pang Jie. Pang Yingtian looked for his son, worried that his son would be found by the undead, and dealt with the escaped zombies.
Pang Jie admires He Nian's novels very much, he is a fan of his books, He Nian took him to many places where his novels are featured, and he was taken back by Pang Yingtian's deputy Yinger not long ago.
"I don't know how to kill zombies." Wei Geng said domineeringly.
"Where have you been in the past few years?" Xing Huo leaned against the fence and asked curiously.
"There is no fixed place, the whole world is home."
"When did you become a drunkard?" Pang Yingtian saw Wei Geng holding a bottle of liquor and poured it into his mouth, as simple as drinking water.
Wei Geng pulled his collar down a bit, revealing a Hitman scar on his neck. It was more than ten centimeters long, like a giant centipede clinging to it.
"Almost moved! I was almost dead! Eight years, eight full years of injury, eight years of no good, I will hurt when the weather is cold, I will also hurt when it rains, all the time, anytime, anywhere. , What should I do if it hurts? Drink."
Whether they are zombies or undead, they are not truly immortal. They are like gods, saying they are immortal, but they will still be wiped out by external forces.
"There are not a few zombies that are so powerful." Xing said alive.
"Ling Feng." Dangerously drank a sip of wine, "I chased him for eight years, I think he is not dead, he is in this city."
When Ling Feng was mentioned, Pang Yingtian's expression changed, but he quickly concealed the past.
"He appeared here before, but I have killed him." Xing said alive.
Last time, Ling Feng was swept out by Ye Yi's eyes and was seriously injured. Later, Xing Sheng found him again, taking advantage of his illness to kill him.
"Impossible." Wei Geng didn't believe it.
"Why?" Pang Yingtian interjected with a cold face.
"Ling Feng hurt me so badly. My feelings for him are particularly strong. I don't think he died." Wei Geng said firmly.
"A Geng!" Xing Huo shouted, took out a black ring that he was carrying and threw it to Wei Geng, "After he was wiped out, there is only this ring left."
"Since he is gone, Ling Feng must be dead, he will not have two lives." Pang Yingtian agreed.
Wei Geng looked at the black ring in his hand, a little suspicious of life.
"The last time Ling Feng fought me, he cared very much about this ring. There must be a mystery in it. Can you give it to me?"
In the night, Pang Yingtian's eyes flickered again and again.
"Whatever you want." Xing Sheng said indifferently, "If you want to find someone to accompany you for a drink, please come to me whenever you want to drink."
"Okay, if it is determined that Ling Feng is really dead, you can." Wei Geng replied.
Pang Yingtian clenched his fists, as if he had made some important decision.
After leaving Xing Alive and Wei Geng, Pang Yingtian immediately rushed back to the top creature.
Yinger sent Pang Jie back to the basement in the office of Dingtian Building, and waited for him in Pang Yingtian's office. Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor. She thought it was Pang Yingtian who finally rushed back, and was about to meet her. The door opened and a strange figure appeared at the door.
"Who are you?" Yinger's face immediately cooled down, leaning on the desk behind her, with the back of her hand behind, she touched a pen in the pen holder.
"Ye Yi, I'll wait for your boss, Pang Yingtian." Ye Yi glanced up and down at Ying'er, and then appeared on the office chair.
Ying Er was frightened, turned around anxiously and looked at Ye Yi warily.
Ye Yi looked directly into Ying'er's eyes: "You seem to be very depressed in your heart."
"Mr. Pang will be back soon." Yinger evaded Ye Yi's eyes. Under these torch-like eyes, everything in her heart seemed to be invisible.
Ye Yi stared at Ying'er closely, and a golden light flashed in her eyes. Ying'er instantly stared blankly in place, and the fragments of her past life flashed in Ye Yi's eyes like a slideshow.
"What did you do to me?" After a while, Ying'er returned to normal and questioned Ye Yi.
It turned out that Yinger was abducted and sold by human traffickers when she was young, and she was trapped with many children. One of them was kind to her, and the food she looted would be divided among her.
The children who were abducted all ended up miserably. If they couldn't find the seller, they would be interrupted and thrown on the road for begging.
The girl who treated her well was taken by an American family and wanted to take her to the United States. The little girl became jealous. When the girl had an asthma attack, she didn't ask for help and watched her. She died in front of her eyes, and then the group was destroyed in time, and she was rescued from the disaster.
"No offense." Ye Yi apologized, and did not deliberately mention Ying'er's past, standing on the moral high ground to make comments.
Ying Er tightly grasped the pen in her hand, sweat oozing from her palms nervously.
"The pen in your hand can be put down." Ye Yi gestured, "It can't hurt me."
Ying Er did not let go, but took a step back.
Soon, Pang Yingtian returned, and when he saw Ye Yi in the office, he couldn't help frowning.
"Mr. Ye still has time to come to me so late?"
"You're not very quiet here tonight, I came here to help you see it." Ye Yi motioned to the elevator next to him.
"Oh, isn't it?" Pang Yingtian asked calmly.
Ye Yi nodded, and walked a few steps in front of the elevator: "Why don't you take me down and take a look."
"Okay." Pang Yingtian responded bluntly, approaching Ye Yi.
Suddenly, the cold light flickered, and the sharp blade slashed towards Ye Yi with the sound of breaking through the air. However, the long-planned knife passed directly through Ye Yi's body, as if it had been caught in a cloud of air.
Ye Yi's body retreated quickly, directly vaporizing the glass curtain wall of the office and flying out.
Pang Yingtian's eyes were cold, his killing intent was determined, and he chased him out with a brush.
The two black shadows shuttled back and forth in the night sky, and Pang Yingtian couldn't even reach Ye Yi's body.
Ye Yi suddenly stopped in the air and stood in the air. Pang Yingtian rushed over, and was directly bombarded by an invisible force, landing on the rooftop of the top creature's building.
"Killing decisively, it's a pity that your strength is a little worse." Ye Yi descended in front of Pang Yingtian, looking at him high up.
"Who are you?" Pang Yingtian looked at Ye Yi solemnly, he was pretty sure that Ye Yi was not a zombie.
"I am a god, the god who reigns over the world." Ye Yi opened his arms, unparalleled and unruly.
At this moment, Pang Yingtian suddenly soared into the sky again, and slashed towards Ye Yi with a slash. It was a pity that a white light flashed in front of Ye Yi. He was once again lifted out by a powerful force, turning the roof of the building into the sky. A hole was punched out, but fortunately, the undead's physique was extremely powerful, and there was nothing serious about it.
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"Don't waste your energy anymore." Ye Yi was not angry, and looked at Pang Yingtian in the dust in a calm tone. Don’t happen again, you are obligated to take care of your spoils."
"What do you want to do?" Pang Yingtian also had no fear. He had already looked down upon life and death in his five-hundred-year life as an undead.
"I told you when I first looked for you, to find out the origin of the zombies, this is what I want to do." Ye Yi slowly fell from a high altitude to the ground, like a god descending on the mortal dust, gradually becoming a force. Convergence, return to plain, "By the way, I gave you a drop of blood last time, what's the test result?"
Ye Yi gave a drop of zombie blood belonging to Lan Mengnan to Pang Yingtian for analysis. He had an intuition that the secret hidden in Lan Mengnan must not be simple.
"The owner of that drop of blood has lived for five hundred years." Pang Yingtian said concisely.
Five hundred years, Ye Yi couldn't help frowning when he heard this, saying that his seventh primordial soul passed through the turbulent flow of time and space, and arrived five hundred years ago, and then turned into Lan Mengnan, and turned into this kind of mutated black. Eye zombies, just searched Lan Mengnan's memory, only since ten years ago, that is, when she drank the bottle of spring water from the wandering Dutchman, could it be that the bottle of spring water wiped everything away
Ye Yi couldn't help but become more and more curious about the wandering Dutch, what kind of existence he was.
"What did you think of?" Pang Yingtian asked when he saw Ye Yi's surprise.
"Nothing, let me know if there are any new clues." Ye Yi returned to God's way, then turned and disappeared on the top floor of the top creature.
"Mr. Pang, are you okay." After Ye Yi disappeared, Yinger dared to run out from behind the door leading to the rooftop and came to Pang Yingtian's side and asked with concern.
"Puff." Pang Yingtian vomited a big mouthful of blood out of his mouth, staggering, propped on the ground with the tip of a knife, and almost fell.
"Mr. Pang!" Yinger held Pang Yingtian and shouted anxiously.
"I'm okay, help me go back." Pang Yingtian supported him, not knowing how many years he has not suffered such an injury.