Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Then I watched the corpse use the corpse and the dirty relics to close the space crack. Later I tried to approach it, but there were countless zombies in the corpse, day and night, and there was no way to get close, and even if I broke through, I There is also not enough powerful mana to wash away the corpse on the relic, let it regain its power and open the crack. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Siling rushed Ye Shaoyang and shook his head. He said: "Even if you are a heavenly master, you can only play a magical force here. There is no way to remove the corpse. It is impossible to do it. You have no other method. Instrument."

Ye Shaoyang meditation for a moment, his eyes lit up and said: "I have one thing, but unfortunately remove the corpse, not to mention the corpse of white-haired zombies, even if it is the corpse king!"

Yang Siling looked at him with sorrow: "Where to find such a powerful instrument?"

"You don't have to find it, it's on me, my blood is fine." Ye Shaoyang further explained, "I am the blood of the gods, although other instruments do not come in, but since I am an entity, my blood always exists. Let's go."

Yang Siling nodded in surprise and said: "However, how can you break through the zombies? The zombies on the fourth floor are all unable to go in."

Ye Shaoyang said: "The last time you and the monk, how did you rush to the 408 classroom?"

Mentioning this, Yang Siling reveals a revered color in his eyes and said: "We used to cut down the peach sticks, used them as a device, and rushed to the fourth floor. The result was surrounded by corpses, and the master burned himself at the last minute. The zombie did not dare to approach the unnamed fire, rushed into the 408 classroom, and was blocked by the corpse, and the body burned to ashes..."

Ye Shaoyang sighed in his heart and remembered the Buddha Gate sorghum that he had heard of before. He was like the Ming Dynasty’s 4th dormitory building, the Cheng Yun Master who suppressed Feng Xinyu, and the quiet wind that burned the lights and blocked the ghosts. I also heard an example. These Buddhist masters chose to sacrifice themselves in order to save others, or to prove their own way.

However, he still shook his head and said: "I will not use my own blood to open the way, we can think of other ways."

Yang Siling said: "What is the solution?"

Ye Shaoyang said: "Don't worry, this is not to think slowly."

Yang Siling said: "I don't worry, anyway, I am already dead. You are different. Seeing that you should be in the summer, you are physically outside, and you can park for up to a few hours. After a long time, you will stink and rot. Time, you only have a few days at most, and we only have time to do things during the day."

Her words made Ye Shaoyang feel a sense of urgency.

The two went on to talk, and Ye Shaoyang learned that in this space, in addition to Yang Siling, there is also a guy who is also a ghost from the world of the watch, called Chen Yujie, who was also one of the forced suicides of that year.

Those who committed suicide with him, the souls were sealed in the golden silkwood, refining by the purple moon, he is not a mage, but because of an accident, the soul left the gold silkwood, and was inhaled here by the master of Buddhism. Surviving to the present is very rare.

"The rest of the people are in this space. They are living people here. I explained this to you before. They are survivors, they need to eat and sleep. The survivors are very good, but there are some. Died of diseases and accidents, more are killed by zombies, can live to the present, only ten people are not..."

Ye Shaoyang calculated it in his heart and said: "Being engaged in the present, according to the algorithm of the time outside, the past 30 years, one hour is counted here, twelve hours a day..."

Yang Siling interrupted him helplessly and said: "Ye Tianshi, you are wrong, they live here time, and it is thirty years since they were sent to the present."

Ye Shaoyang stunned and patted his head. "Yes, I made a mistake. So these people now have ... in their fifties?"

Yang Siling nodded. "They need to eat and sleep, they will get hurt and they will get old."

Ye Shaoyang suddenly remembered an important question: "What have they been eating over the years?"

Yang Siling said: "The air composition here is different from that of the world. The yin is heavier, so some plants grow differently. There are a few pieces in the garden that are too old, cut and long every day, and they can make them grow."

Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly. He is no stranger to the term "Tai Sui". He is also known in the world. It is called a "successful meat". It is a very magical fungus. It will appear in ancient times when wars or famines occur. The history books have been recorded on this, and they are cut and long every day. They are considered to be the gifts given to the suffering human beings.

In fact, because every war or famine, there will be a large number of dead people, people die more, yin and stagnation are not scattered, and the living environment of too old is just growing in the chilly land.

Ye Shaoyang scratched his head and said: "The taste of too old is good, but it is eaten every day. If you eat for decades, it is too terrible..."

Yang Siling said: "There is any way, in order to live, and there are other plants in the garden and the woods, they also try to plant some, it is also an improvement of food."

Ye Shaoyang said: "What about you, what are you eating here?"

"We are essentially souls. You can survive as long as you absorb the Japanese Jing Yuehua. Just like the ghosts floating in the world, you don't have to eat and sleep."

"You don't have to eat and sleep... that's fine."

Yang Siling sighed and said: "It is good not to eat, not to sleep... You can only think about it at night, it is really painful to sit alone."

The two talked for a while, Yang Siling said: "We still have a rest, although I don't have to sleep, but I still use to lie down every night, close my eyes and imitate sleeping, I feel better."

Ye Shaoyang looked at the only bed in the room, and some said awkwardly: "Or you sleep, I can sit on the ground."

Yang Siling smiled faintly. "We are ghosts now, don't care so much, rest together."

Ye Shaoyang said no, although the two ghosts really have nothing to do with, and it seems that they can't do anything, but they feel uncomfortable and can't get through the heart.

So Yang Siling had to pull out a bed from the cupboard and lay it on the ground. He said: "Although it is different from the world of the watch, the dust does not touch, but you are not used to it, or just hit a floor."

Ye Shaoyang thanked him, laid the bedding on the ground, lay up, and then Yang Siling blows off the oil lamp, and walks in the moonlight through the window to go to bed.

Ye Shaoyang wanted to ask her where the lamp oil came from. When she went to bed and no longer talked, she didn't ask again. She also lay down. Her head was on her arms and she remembered her current situation. It was really mixed. Don't say that people here will not be sleepy, even if they are sleepy, he can't sleep at all.

(Yesterday, due to delays, I have to get up early to open the light today, and I will rush out two chapters in the evening, and then write back in the afternoon, and I will not owe more.)