Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The northern suburbs are a good place. In the spring, there are green waters and blooming flowers. I don’t know any prominent family in the city also encloses the land. It has become a great place to play.

But this is the situation many years ago.

This world is getting worse day by day. After a few rounds of natural and man-made disasters, people have to live alive, where there is still the power to travel, even the big family of Zhulou has gone through several twists and turns, and the stars are scattered.

Ever since, the once bright spring has turned into a ghost forest in the wilderness, and the big house has also decayed with the grass and trees.

In the past, there were still some homeless beggars who used broken bricks and shingles to shelter from the wind and rain, but these few days, all those beggars have disappeared. Go to catch the food.

A bit of gloom was added to the barren, and the northern suburbs and the mansion were even more deserted.

But today, there are visitors in this wilderness.

dusk.

The matted weeds on the old road wrapped the four hooves of the horse, and the knight on the horse silently stared at the "wreckage" in front of him. Most of the houses have collapsed, leaving only the calf-high pedestal from the tall walls.

Across the yard full of weeds in front, a house collapsed in the dim light, like a behemoth dying. The door panel is adorned on the door frame, swaying slightly in the wind, opening and closing like a beast.

The knight instigated the reins, and the steed leaped lightly and fell into the courtyard across the collapsed wall.

The yard was empty, except for the weeds, there was only one Lao Wei. The knight got off his horse and fastened the reins. After opening his cloak, he revealed a bearded face, who was originally the man surnamed Yan. Suddenly, a piece of stuff floated on his shoulder, stroking it down, and it was a rough and hard wing feather.

He looked up and saw Kazuki's red eyeballs under the dim sky. It turned out that the black leaves on the tree were not leaves, but a large group of red-eyed crows.

The crow didn't make a noise when it saw people. Instead, it didn't move, staring down with its red eyes. Just this one is enough to make the hair stand upright, and here, the crows are full of branches.

But this man surnamed Yan didn't have the slightest fear, on the contrary, his solemn expression was a little looser.

He removed a wooden box from the saddle, opened a small movable door on the box, and knocked on the box a few more times.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Randomly, such a bird came out of the box, with a pair of red-eyed heads on the side of the small door. After looking around a few times, it flopped and melted into the crowd of crows on the tree.

This bird has a simple name. It is called the red-eyed crow. Although it looks unlucky, it is a strange bird cultivated by the Taoist law.

When Xuanqi from Zhenfusi went out on official business, he always loved to bring one or two with him.

As for the Fusi of the town, it was naturally established by the imperial court. There were twenty-six guards under the name of "The Son of the Heavenly Army". Because I was wearing black clothes, I was in the rivers and lakes, and I called "Xuan Qi" if it was not good, and cursed "Old Rand" if it was not good.

But now that the imperial court is in decline, most of the time is nothing more than a dough sect that mediates the relationship between the rivers and lakes and the imperial court.

However, now this dough yamen has done a big case, catching a "big fish", and provoking a situation in the world.

The man surnamed Yan originally belonged to Long Xiangwei, the town's chief, and according to the arrangement set up in advance, he should join his colleagues to meet the team that escorted the "big fish" three days later.

But a few days ago, the **** team suddenly broke the news. It stands to reason that in this smoky year, the isolation of information is also considered normal, so Longxiangweili still follows the plan and implements it step by step.

This man surnamed Yan always feels uneasy. In addition to his big affair, he simply left behind his colleague who was gathering, and came alone to help him. Thanks to that yellow horse is very strange, otherwise he would be like him day and night. Running down, he would have died a long time ago.

But now, when I got to the ground, I saw this tree full of red-eyed balls, presumably the other guards had arrived in time.

"Could it be...I'm unreasonably worried?"

He tidied his clothes and strode to the beginning.

"I hope so."

………………

The room was abnormally dark.

The thick darkness is like syrup, stepping into the door and wrapping people tightly, no light is visible.

A strong and greasy scent filled it, and the creepy malice was hidden in the dark darkness.

The man surnamed Yan frowned and walked a few steps inward before he clasped his fists and said loudly:

"Long Xiang Wei Yan Xinglie was ordered to come to help."

After waiting for a long time, an old voice came from the depths of the darkness:

"It turned out that it was Xiao Xiaowei who was face to face. It was really rude."

After speaking, the darkness in front of Yan Xinglie's eyes retreated to both sides, revealing a bonfire in front of him, and a thin old man wrapped in a cloak next to him.

Listening to the old man's tone, he seemed to recognize Yan Xinglie, but Yan Xinglie only felt that this person was quite familiar and couldn't remember specific information.

The old man smiled and said, "The old man is Hu Daogong, the deputy commander of Tianwei."

With that said, it seems to have some impressions.

Yan Dabeard nodded, "I have seen an adult."

Then he took out a document and iron plate from his arms and said, "Please verify the seal."

When the task is handed over, the seal must be checked. This is the rule of the division. The old man has nothing to do, nodded and called:

"Afive."

After a while, the darkness next to him surged like a mist, and a man in the attire of a townsman came out, but he was covered with black gauze. His walking posture is quite weird, his steps are extremely small, and his knees are not bent while walking.

Yan Xinglie turned a blind eye and only handed over the object in his hand.

But when Ah Wu reached out to take it, Yan Xinglie's color changed suddenly, and he caught "A Wu"'s arm with a flip of his wrist. Na Ah Wu let out a low growl, and the reaction he made was not to break free and back off, let alone move his fists, but instead stretched his head as if to bite.

However, Yan Xinglie grabbed his neck halfway and squeezed it to the ground with a muffled sound, and several broken bricks burst out.

Ah Wuyou snarled and struggled endlessly, but his joints seemed stiff and could not bend like ordinary people. When struggling, he could only stand upright like a live fish coming ashore. However, between movements, he could also shake his body under the bricks. The stone shattered, showing that the strength was not small.

Yan Xinglie didn't change his face, his hands were like cast iron, without moving.

Then, in a few sore "clicks", he folded Ah Wu's arm to his back, held it with one hand, freed his hand, and lifted the veil.

Under the veil was a young face, but his face was blue and gray, and a short two-finger-wide yellow talisman was stuck on his forehead. A fierce knife wound split his face diagonally, and the rolled flesh was black and yellow, and Still in his roaring mouth, two fangs stick out for a kiss.

"Zombie!"

as predicted!

As early as when he stepped into the door, the reason for Yan Xinglie's frown was not the strong smell, but another smell hidden under the smell, full of rotten fishy sweetness.

He played on the battlefield in his early years, and he couldn't be more familiar with this taste.

And when this "A Wu" walked in, the weird posture made him extremely alert. In recent years, wars have been prolonged, and the southern regions have been full of poisonous miasma, and zombies are most prone to emerge. He performs this official duties, often walking in desolate places, and in all likelihood, he can encounter some wandering corpses. Na Ah Wu's walking posture is clearly a new zombie, and his joints and flesh are not completely rigid.

He immediately turned out a yellow talisman, and hurriedly recited:

"Urgently summon six soldiers, break the evil and remove obstacles, quickly release the light, and go!"

After the words are finished, a talisman is thrown.

A dazzling flame was ignited from the tail of the yellow talisman, and a strong wind was set off. It revolved around Yan Xinglie in the room, and the bright light tore the black barriers.

For a time, the room was full.

………………

But see indoors.

In addition to the old man and Ah Wu, there are thirteen "people" in the same costumes and black veils on both sides. They were either broken apart or lacking arms and legs. After looking at them, Yan Xinglie's fifth-grade elephants were the most complete.

And behind the gang of zombies... Yan Xinglie's eyes were cracked, his beard and hair were stretched.

But seeing the edge of the house, corpses were all over the ground. The corpses in the attire of the town chiefs piled up on the corners of the houses like tattered ones.

"Yanzhong Ding Degong, Jiangling Xu Jianshan, Shuzhong Ba Mazi..."

Yan Xinglie glanced at it, and found several familiar faces in it, all of whom were well-known players among the guards.

"Good thief!"

Yan Xinglie held the scabbard around his waist and wanted to violently kill!

The old man smiled and said, "Lieutenant, let's do it slowly."

"What else do you have to say?"

The old man didn't say anything, but slowly untied his cloak, revealing his skinny body.

Seeing this, Yan Xinglie was stunned.

But seeing that the old man’s left leg was amputated at the knee, there was only a brown stubble on the right wrist, and the torso was covered with scars. The most terrifying injury was on the left chest, where there was a big hole in the bowl. You can see the squirming flesh and broken ribs, but the most important heart is missing.

"This is……"

The old man slowly stretched his hand into the campfire, took out a burnt object from it, and stuffed it into the empty chest cavity.

With this action, the scent of greasy people in the house immediately dissipated a lot.

The old man then asked:

"Has Xiao Xiaowei ever heard of ninjutsu?"

At this time, Yan Xinglie still didn't understand why the **** team, including the old man, had already been wiped out. Yan Xinglie sighed, and was even more surprised in grief and anger. This action gathered the best players from all guards, how could it be so silently dead?

He couldn't help asking: "Boss, why is this?"

"Oh, why is this?"

The old man shook his head mockingly and began to tell the story of the trip.

"This operation started smoothly. We expected that the culprit was rampant, and when the guards gathered together, we wouldn't dare to pick up the tiger's whiskers of our town Fusi..."

"... But a few days ago, our gang of old rivers and lakes broke the culprit's way. Ten percent of the skills went to seventy percent, and even a piece of news could not be passed on. We fought and walked all the way, even though we had repelled several waves. In the pursuit, many thieves were killed, but they also suffered heavy losses."

Speaking of this, the old man stared at the fireworks blankly, his expression finally revealing depression and misery.

"Lao Xu, these poor disciples have filial piety. Even if they die, they turn into zombies. They help me, an incompetent master, and with this endurance technique, Lao Xu persists to the end."

"If Captain Yan comes back for a while, I am afraid that the old man will not be able to hold on."

"but……"

The old man changed his words.

"The school lieutenant has also seen it. The culprits are fierce. All the masters of the three states and nine guards are here, and even the old are dead soon."

"Now, you are the only Zhenfu Si Xuanqi alive in this room, but the rest of the errand will be terrible."

He turned his head to stare at Yan Xinglie, his old face in the flames, solemn and heavy.

"Are you picking up? Or not?"

Yan Xinglie smiled calmly:

"Why do you have to cherish your life when you go to the country?"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The old man laughed loudly.

"Lieutenant Yan is indeed well-deserved, so..."

Before I finished speaking, I suddenly heard the horse neighing in the courtyard, and the red-eyed crows, who were originally like dead things, also screamed in unison.

Yan Xinglie rushed out.

I only saw the crows scattered and their wings all over the sky

The old man's voice chuckled in the house and said:

"These thieves are chasing so tightly!"

…………

dusk.

"coming."

"get ready!"

The first half of the leader's words were still in his ears, and it turned into a scream.

The enemy "people" wrapped in black energy easily broke through the front line and whizzed out.

In extreme fear, the young rebel **** stabbed a shot at the approaching enemy, clearly hitting his chest, but it was like a cloud of smoke. However, the knife that the other party slashed directly cut off his head.

On the other side of the battlefield, the officer and general of Gao Zhimao coldly watched as the last trace of the traitor's strength was also extinguished by the ghost soldiers of the magic service envoy.

The city, which was heavily guarded by soldiers, was finally "recovered" by him unscathed.

"General."

The young lieutenant's throat rolled, his eyes filled with desire, just like the other soldiers who were silent.

Throughout his life, he naturally knew what the soldiers were expecting.

So, in the eyes of everyone.

The general preached:

"Tucheng!"

………………

That night.

Barren mountains and deep forests, full of moon in the sky.

Li Changan sat cross-legged on a large bluestone, holding the wine cup aloft, to take on the Yuehua.

When the moonlight came, I made a good wine. The Taoist priest retracted the drink, but frowned.

In the original clear moon wine, there was a hint of redness abruptly.

Trying to take a mouthful, mouth full of iron fish.

"It's muddy."

The Taoist priest shook his head, and splashed out the wine without hesitation. It was still in the air, and the seven cents turned into moon blossoms, and the remaining three cents fell among the grass and leaves. When the night breeze fluttered, a little fluorescence was scattered.

He shook his head and looked up.

In the east stretch of the horizon, the sky is full of red light.