"How long will it take to evacuate?"

Director Zhou was panting heavily, he didn't care to wipe the sweat off his face, but simply wiped his wet hair. When the battle was intense just now, he didn't have time to wipe off his sweat, and the sweat dripping down his hair stung the huge black and red eyeballs on the back of his head. But what they are facing is the ever-approaching cemetery, and behind them are the people of the entire safe zone, so there is no room for slack.

"The second line of defense is going to fail."

If it weren't for Grandmaster Lingyun, Master Kuchan and Fu Qing, who have pure yang skills and the most restrained grave beasts on the battlefield, the line of defense would have been gone long ago. Now it too is teetering, on the brink of collapse.

But behind the second line of defense is a safe zone. Once the cemetery spreads in, ordinary people will have no resistance at all, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Seeing another strange-shaped grave beast overturning dozens of ghost breeders and trying to swallow them up, Director Zhou made a bold move without hesitation. The dozens of blood veins were as tough as a long whip twisted with steel wires, and they were whipped up with shocking force. , The grave beast drawn immediately fell apart and collapsed. Those ghost raisers escaped death and were saved, but Director Zhou was in a trance for a moment because of his overdrawn strength.

"Be careful!"

The sharp wind slashed down, only to hear a scream of "Zhi". Under the crisp sound of the sharp blade cutting into the hard shell, the bright red grave worm that suddenly jumped up and rushed straight to Director Zhou's face was cut in half, and fell to the ground with tenacious vitality and did not die, wriggling at the broken wound. Ordinary attacks can't kill the grave worm, even if it is chopped into dozens of pieces, as long as there is enough yin and resentment, it can continue to survive and infect people and ghosts.

Wow!

The sound of water splashing on the ground sounded, and the light gray hot talisman water was poured down on the head. The grave insects that were still active just now turned into a pool of black water, melted and dissipated.

"Director Zhou, I'll take your place."

The young Celestial Master looked tired, his face was pale, and he was tall and thin, looking as thin as a piece of paper. But until now, his spirit is better than Director Zhou's. After all, he is an orthodox celestial master from the Yun family in Longhu Mountain, so he has his own way to deal with these vicious grave bugs.

"Go back and drink some talisman water."

"Thank you, Master Yun."

Director Zhou solemnly thanked him. Although he still wanted to continue fighting, he knew that in his current state of exhaustion, it would be easy for grave bugs to take advantage of him, just like he did just now. Once infected, he is not the only one who is dragged down.

Director Zhou quickly retreated from the battlefield and walked towards the place where the tent of the temporary command post was. A cauldron was set up there, and several young celestial masters boiled rune water there and distributed them to the soldiers who came down from the battlefield. Grave worm infection cannot be cured, but drinking more positive talisman water can at least make the body more yang, so that the grave worm instinctively hates and does not want to attack.

This is especially useful for ghost raisers, who have the most yin energy and are no different from ghosts. If you don't pay attention on the battlefield, you will be infected by grave worms, and your life will come to an end.

Director Zhou asked for a bowl of talisman water and drank it slowly. The tingling pain from throat to stomach was unbearable, and the strange yang energy poured into his body stimulated his big eyeballs to turn straight at the back of his head, pitifully emitting black smoke like a barbecue. The other ghost raisers drinking talisman water around the cauldron also had ugly and painful faces, as if they were drinking sulfuric acid. I wish I could pinch my nose and drink it in one gulp, but I am afraid that the ghost in my body will react back, so I can only drink it in small sips with a bitter face.

There was a young man who had just come off the battlefield, his whole body was filthy, as if he had been rolled in oil, his head to toe was covered with thick slurry, only his bright eyes were exposed. He was acquainted with a few ghost raisers who drank talisman water by the side of the cauldron, and they seemed to be classmates from a school. They didn't dislike him for being dirty, so they filled him with a bowl of talisman water and laughed and joked with each other.

The hearts of young people are always soft and optimistic, and there is light in their eyes. Unlike their battle-tested people, they seized all the time to rest when not fighting, silent like a stone, and reserved all their physical strength just to be able to face all crises with more energy in the next battle.

But I have to say that no one doesn't like this lively and optimistic energy. The young people are naive, but they also bring some rare positive atmosphere to the battlefield. Even Director Zhou glanced in that direction twice, his aura was fierce, and his eyes were different from ordinary people. The dirty young man had the keenest perception, and turned his head vigilantly. After seeing Director Zhou, he was taken aback for a moment, but he took the initiative to walk over to him.

"Director Zhou, thank you for saving me!"

He walked up to Director Zhou with the water talisman and bowed. What was rare was that his movements fluctuated so much that the water talisman in his hand didn't spill at all. The thick pulp formed a black crust on his face like muddy water, and the black shards fell down when the young man smiled, making his teeth so white that they shone: "If it weren't for you, I would have died just now!"

Director Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and after hearing what he said, he took a closer look and found that the young man did look familiar. It was one of the group of young ghost raisers who had been rescued by him just now.

"fine."

Director Zhou said casually, leaning against the edge of the tent. The chief's uniform on his body has long been ravaged and crumpled due to the battle, and his sleeves are rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. The boots and trousers are covered with thick pulp and hard shells. At first glance, they look like migrant workers who have just come off the construction site. The aura of being in a high position for a long time has also eased, and it seems that it is not so difficult to approach.

But the young man was still very nervous, he stuttered and held the talisman water bowl, saying that his father was a special policeman before his death and died in the line of duty. His future goal is also to become a special police officer, and he will go to the Ministry of Public Security after graduating from the academy.

When the young man said these words, his tone was very serious, and there seemed to be fire in his eyes. It was rare for Director Zhou to chat patiently with him for a few words, and finally nodded: "Drink the talisman water while it is still hot."

"Ah, good, good!"

The young man was so happy that he laughed foolishly. Holding the talisman water bowl, he took a sip and drank. But after taking the first sip, his face changed suddenly, and he just barely turned sideways before vomiting it out with a "wow".

"No, he's infected with grave worms!"

Seeing this scene, the celestial masters immediately changed their faces. Some of the young students' classmates were about to rush forward to help, but they were shocked when they heard this, and they avoided it like the plague. The stench pervaded the air, and the young man spat out black water, which was full of off-white things like rotten tofu. There are mycelium-like things growing on it, trembling in circles on the gray-white scum.

"It's a worm's nest!"

The celestial master next to the cauldron immediately scooped out a large spoonful of boiling water from the cauldron, and poured it on the dregs without hesitation. The gray-white insect nest residues immediately turned into black coke-like things, shrunk suddenly, and became dry flakes the size of seaweed. Another celestial master put on gloves, picked it up with a pair of mahogany chopsticks dyed red with cinnabar, and put it in a golden box for preservation. The movements are proficient, as if they have been done many times.

There was also a new ghost breeder who came down from the battlefield to get the talisman water, and he didn't pay much attention to the young man who was stunned there. They have to go to the battlefield again after rest, and people's sorrows are not the same. Except for the young man who stood there blankly, looking like a wandering spirit, no one could truly empathize with him.

Even after seeing this kind of scene a few times, the Celestial Master who dealt with the worm nest before still showed a bit of unbearable, and went to persuade him in a low voice. But the young man couldn't hear it at all, as if he had stiffened into a statue.

Muyang's mind was buzzing, and his eyes were blank. There seems to be an extra layer of separation between him and the whole world. The word "grave worm infection" has been repeated in my mind too many times, but it becomes more and more unfamiliar. He couldn't help feeling retched and want to vomit, but he forcibly endured it. A thought crossed his mind, if he had held back the vomit just now, would the infection of the grave worm be the same as if it hadn't happened.

Infect grave worms, infect grave worms.

There is no cure, and this life is over, at an end.

He seemed to have a lot of thoughts in his mind, but it seemed to be blank. He seemed to have turned into a walking dead, or a stone, as if he could stop time without moving, and nothing happened. Someone walked away, someone approached, and someone talked to him. But Muyang closed himself, neither looking nor listening, until the calm and serious male voice sounded at all times.

"You get busy."

the man said. Then Mu Yang felt his shoulders being patted, with moderate force, the man's palm was very generous: "Let's go."

He didn't say anything like "you're a man, be strong", or "everything is uncertain and there will be a turnaround". It's just a simple sentence, let's go without any extra emotion, but it really made Muyang move like a clockwork doll.

He lowered his head and followed behind the man, his eyes fell on the pair of boots out of focus. In a daze, Mu Yang recalled that when he was a child, when he followed his father home all the way, he also liked to look down at the pair of police boots.

What a cool police boot.

When Mu Yang saw his father wearing it, he liked it.

I'm going to be a police officer in the future too.

It's just that when the man in front stopped, Mu Yang's fantasy was like a lake rippled by rocks, and the illusory calm was shattered.

It's not too far from the place where the medicine is boiled, just a few steps. Someone is using an alcohol stove to boil herbs. Several tents were erected in the open space, but there were too many patients, and more people could only lie on the ground.

Coughing, vomiting, moans of pain. The troublesome and noisy voice instantly exploded in Muyang's ears like a deafening thunder, pulling him coldly back to reality, making him on the verge of suffocation. The strange smell of vomit mixed with the bitter and unpleasant smell of herbs made Muyang want to vomit. He retched a few times, trying to suppress the nausea slowly.

It is full of people who are infected with grave worms, there are a lot of them, and they are getting more and more. Director Zhou's heart sank when he saw his eyes. Nearly a hundred people have been infected with grave worms, and if the fight continues, this number will only increase indefinitely. There are many young people here, and some old people. Young people are easy to be careless, and it is easy to relax when the battle is just over, giving the grave bug an opportunity.

Old ghosts do not dare to drive ghosts too frequently, they want to reduce the chance of backlash. But it is also easy to infect grave worms. It's just that now, whether they are young or old, they are all dying. I can only stay here in despair and wait to die. In order to prevent the grave worms from spreading outward, they could not evacuate with the army, and could only die here in the end.

Director Zhou glanced quickly for a week, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he didn't find Zhou Xun among these people. Zhou Xun must also be on the battlefield. Many of these numb and desperate young people lying on the ground waiting to die are actually about the same age as Zhou Xun. Some were even younger than him, just like the young people following him.

They are still young.

There was no movement behind him, Director Zhou turned around. The young man was found with his head down, silently standing still. He glanced down, and saw a few moist dark dots on the ground in front of the young man's feet, like raindrops falling. Director Zhou patted him on the shoulder, ready to leave.

"Director, am I going to die?"

The young man is not a special police officer in the bureau, and he shouldn't be called the chief. But Director Zhou didn't mention this, he just said: "Everyone will die."

"I don't want to die."

The young man trembled all over, showing a touch of confusion and fear of the unknown: "I don't want to die, my mother is waiting for me to go back."

Who wants to die, and who doesn't have family members who are anxiously waiting. When the word death came out of his mouth, Mu Yang suddenly felt extreme fear surged like a tsunami, trying to crush him to death. It was at this moment that he realized that he was just an ordinary person, with a handsome appearance, excellent grades in scholarships year after year, and the love and appreciation of teachers and instructors in the school.

All these make him look outstanding and special, and all of them turn gray in the face of death.

He's just a normal guy.

At this moment, Muyang wanted to turn around and run like crazy, to escape from here, to a place where no one knew he was infected by grave worms. It seems that as long as you enter here, you will be completely labeled as "grave bug infection", and you will become like this group of numb people waiting to die, and you will never have a future.

"You have already run three times, don't run outside anymore, it makes it very difficult for us!"

Mu Yang raised his head numbly when the loud noises that were different from the lifeless environment sounded. Who wanted to escape as he thought?

Mu Yang looked over, and saw an old man covered in blood and mud, described as sloppy, being grabbed by a young female celestial master, and pressed back like a prisoner. The old man was quite lively, with a beard blowing and eyes staring. After a while, he quarreled confidently, "Little girl, I don't know much about movies. If I really want to run away, I can still be caught by you?" Then, with a shy face, I said good things, "I can't save it anyway, so it's better to use waste, go out and kill a few more Mutated grave beasts are fun."

But no matter how good he said, the female celestial master would not take it hard, and kept pressing him back with a stern face, and pressed him to the fire to watch the boiling water. The old man cursed and spat unconvinced. His eyes rolled, and he didn't know what kind of idea he was thinking. Turning around, I saw Director Zhou and Mu Yang standing on the edge of the camp in astonishment.

"Fuck, why are you here, Xiao Zhou?!"

The old man jumped up as if he had been scalded on his buttocks, and the whole camp could hear his yelling: "Are you sick too?!"

Hearing this word, Director Zhou squinted his eyes and asked, "Chen Xueshou, are you also infected?"

"Oh, my father and I are so unlucky to be together."

Chen Xueshou didn't deny it, the old man sighed, and sat back by the fire listlessly, his whole skinny face was slumped, looking like an old monkey: "I'm old, I'm really old, people have time to miss. This **** The little bugs... Alas!"

As he spoke, he became angry again, ran up to Director Zhou, pointed at his nose and cursed: "It's fine if I get infected, you are so young, how can you have the same problem as me, ah?! You said Said, my lonely old man dies and forgets. What will you do with Zhou Xun when you die?"

He murmured for a while, rolled his eyes at the end, and smiled again, wanting to incite the situation: "We two brothers go out to kill the enemy together, how about dying on the battlefield. If you can't do it first, I'll give you a slap. If you can’t, just give me a bullet. Even if I die, I’ll have to take a few backs, so I can’t just stay here like this and suffer!”

"How about it, do you want to do it!"

"I will continue to go to the battlefield."

Director Zhou took his time, and Chen Xueshou's eyes lit up when he heard the affirmative tone.

"But you can't go."

"Why!"

Chen Xueshou immediately turned his face, and yelled like a hooligan: "My father, when I killed the ghost, you were still in your mother's womb, why, you don't like my old man—"

"I'm not sick."

"you you you you-!"

Chen Xueshou was so angry that he almost had a myocardial infarction. He pointed at Zhou Ju's nose and kept shaking. Coughing non-stop after getting angry, he stared at Director Zhou viciously with condemning and accusing eyes, seeing that he was too thick-skinned and indifferent, he turned his anger on Mu Yang he had brought. I don't know what it means to be old and disrespectful. I stare at a child and try my best to point and scold him.

Muyang was stunned to see these two top powerhouses in the sub-safety zone arguing like children, and the despair and frustration before was miraculously reduced by half. Feeling Chen Xueshou's unfriendly eyes staring at Muyang, Muyang trembled, and subconsciously said: "I'm sick!"

I'm sick.

After these words came out, Mu Yang was taken aback. After being made such a fuss, the words that he resisted and avoided in every possible way before just blurted out, without even much resistance. He subconsciously raised his head to look at Chen Xueshou, but the old man who walked over at some point pushed his head down hard.

"Boy, remember."

Chen Xueshou's tone at this time sounded extremely serious and calm. His voice was not loud, but it was clear enough for everyone in the camp to hear. He was speaking to Muyang, but also to all those who gave up hope and lay there waiting to die.

"Death is not scary, even **** will die one day. Once you are afraid of death, it can ride on your neck and do its best."

Chen Xue stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm. Suddenly said: "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two years old."

Mu Yang reflexively said, and then subconsciously explained: "I go to school late, actually..."

"Fu Qingnan died when he was twenty-five years old."

Chen Xueshou interrupted him, and meaningfully raised three fingers: "He is only three years older than you."

"Some people lived to be a hundred years old, and they lived a confused life. Some people died in their twenties, but they will always live in the hearts of all federal people."

Chen Xueshou watched Mu Yang sink into deep thought, and those who were lying on the ground waiting to die also sat up and looked at him. The spirit of the entire camp has improved a lot. He stopped talking and said no more. After giving Director Zhou a look, without saying a word, the two of them had a tacit understanding and went to the edge of the deserted camp together.

As soon as he got to a place where no one was around, Chen Xueshou collapsed and became depressed. He suddenly clenched his fist and hammered himself hard, drooping his eyebrows, and murmured unwillingly: "Twenty-two years old, Zhou Ju, they are only in their twenties. They are so young, they have a great time."

"I can't look at this, you know, I can't look at this. I wish I could infect all of us old men and wives, and I don't want these little babies to die in vain. They didn't live to understand, why did they just You can wait to die like me."

When talking about excitement, Chen Xueshou started coughing again. A stench came from his throat, and dirty blood dripped from the fingers covering his mouth. He felt sad, and his voice was a little sobbing, like a stray old wolf howling sadly, and he looked as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden. Coughing until the end, I was almost speechless, and murmured repeatedly in a hoarse voice: "I'd rather be me. I'd rather be me."

"Old Chen, many people are still alive."

Director Zhou knows very well that grave bugs can disintegrate people's will, first of all start by making people more sensitive to emotions. Let them ecstasy, sudden sadness, anger, despair. Then gradually bring them under complete control. Chen Xueshou already had such signs, and so did those who were lying waiting to die just now.

Other emotions that are too intense may cause trouble to others, but despair and numbness are the calmest, and this is also the most cunning place for grave worms. The deeper the despair, the more you give up the will to live, the easier it is to completely control the host.

Chen Xueshou, who has been fighting side by side, has become like this, even if Zhou Ju is used to seeing life and death parting, he can't help but feel sad. Try to say something that comforts the elderly. He will return to the battlefield soon, maybe this meeting will be a farewell.

But the inarticulate Zhou Ju broke through to himself for a long time, but Chen Xueshou didn't respond at all. He felt a sudden in his heart, and immediately looked over worriedly. However, Chen Xueshou's eyes were not on him, but looking at the sky behind him, his eyes were straight, his whole face was pale and motionless, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. At the same time, a sound came from the distant battlefield. There was a burst of screams and uproars from far to near.

what happened? !

Just as Zhou Ju was about to turn his head to look, a huge shadow shrouded it first, covering the sky and the sun, and the cold wind whizzed past, arousing goosebumps all over his body.

"It's over."

Chen Xue, who had been silent all this time, muttered in his throat, his voice trembling, half crying, his hoarse voice was extremely unpleasant.

"It's all over."

In the camp, on the battlefield, even in the safe zone. Everyone stopped and looked at the sky in shock. An extremely tall, giant-like grave beast came slowly from afar. Its chest goes deep into the clouds, every step can make the ground tremble like an earthquake, and its shadow can cover the entire battlefield from a distance. People are as humble and insignificant as dust under its feet, and a single kick can completely destroy the safe zone.

In the face of such a terrifying enemy, just looking at it can make everyone lose all fighting spirit and have no desire to resist. He even wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy in despair. Looking at it, Director Zhou suddenly gasped.

He finally understood why Chen Xueshou was so desperate.

There is a person standing in the hands of this extremely terrifying and tall grave beast!

There is actually someone who can control this terrifying monster. If he also made the cemetery that destroyed the safe zone, what they are doing now is no different from mantising a car, like a mouse struggling hopelessly in a cat's claws.

Director Zhou also had a trace of despair in his heart, and his expression was gloomy. Suddenly he saw a golden Buddha phantom suddenly appearing on the battlefield in the distance. The Buddha's light rushed towards the giant grave beast like a sharp arrow, and the majestic and vast power was peaceful, and instantly restored a large area of ​​land polluted by grave insects to normal. It is the master of bitter Zen! The people who saw this scene were excited at first, but fell into deeper despair the next moment.

I saw that the Buddha's light that condensed all the power of Master Kuchan hit the hand of the giant grave beast, but it collapsed like fireworks. The light dissipated, but the giant grave beast was not harmed in the slightest! This is an absolutely terrifying force, it raised its feet in anger, and the shadow of its giant feet enveloped the entire defense line and the camp behind the defense line. The difference in strength is too great, as long as it kicks down, it can destroy countless ghost raisers and celestial masters, even at the expense of the defense line.

There is nothing to do, no way out. Chen Xueshou's body suddenly ignited a thick blood light, which was astonishingly powerful. But in the blood light, he trembled in pain and gritted his teeth. Chen Xueshou is risking everything, he would rather let the ghosts fight back and fight to the death for human beings! Director Zhou didn't need to look to know that the skin on his face and body was swollen, and suddenly the skin split from it, and his eyes opened.

There are many people like them who decided to sacrifice themselves, burn their lives and fight to the death. Even those who were infected with grave bugs in the camp and were about to lie down and wait to die all gritted their teeth and stood up, squeezing out their last ounce of strength. One after another ghost energy rose into the sky, like a solid city wall built by the burning of life. Facing the crisis of destruction, people choose to fight with their backs!

But when the giant foot fell slowly and easily crushed dozens of ghost qi, despair rose in everyone's heart. Some even non-believers began to pray.

Save them, who can save them.

Who can turn the tide like Fu Qingnan slashed the bone ghost king back then——

When everything is silent, the world is quiet, and despair covers all human beings.

Suddenly, the melodious horn sounded from the depths of the battlefield.