Bang~~

The sound of slapping in the streets in the distance was heard. In the mist, a few lanterns swayed over. The four people were talking suddenly stopped. Among them, the short and fat scholar with five finger marks on both cheeks shone within the lanterns, the figure standing at the entrance of the alley.

Before getting close, he approached the other three and lowered his voice.

"......Three brothers, there seems to be someone over there."

The lantern in his hand swayed, and the edge of the light shone on a pair of tattered trousers. His gray and thin upper body was not undulating, and his gray head was slightly drooping, and his face was invisible.

I felt the light vaguely, and the figure moved slightly, and the corners of my mouth were curved backwards, and the exposed fangs rose into the gums.

‘Four blood foods…just…hehe…’

Staring at the four people who were getting closer, slowly raised their arms, leaned forward slightly, and their fangs held saliva and opened their mouths. The four scholars on the other side were gestures with lanterns and gestures, muttering.

"Don't look at what is wrong, don't listen to what is wrong!" "......... The old man is so pitiful."

"What do you know? What if someone comes out to enjoy the cool air? Meddle in other people's business."

"Look, let's learn what my brother said!"

"We have encountered so many times, we must learn to be smart... Well, it's so ugly, who is fartful?"

He didn't even look at the figure at the entrance of the alley, but turned around and walked straight from the man, heading towards the long street without looking sideways.

Chen Fu kept his hands up and opened his mouth and grinned his teeth: "..."

The white eyes with red dots stared at the four people leaving quickly. The stiff fingers were clattering and the crisp sound of the "crack" sound. Just as they were about to catch up, their steps suddenly stopped, and the sound of clanging cars sounded on the other street.

A few horses were driving quickly towards this side. The driver was dressed up by a soldier, holding the reins and waving the whip with one hand.

"drive--"

"The people in front of you are hiding, hurry up!"

The sound of the chariot was pressing against the blue bricks on the street, and more than a hundred cavalry were following behind. The four scholars who had walked away from the front looked back and quickly made way out. The short and fat scholar in the middle couldn't help but speak.

"Following the width and length of the car, it should be the royal family, at least they are all kings..."

A slight sound drifted away with the wind. The figure standing at the entrance of the alley, raised his head, under his drooping bun, his eyes glowed red, and he looked at the team passing by.

....King, the king of Sui State....Yang Jian's son?

hehe......

While walking towards the far away team, Yang Jian looked at his son who was resting on his knees in the long team, lifted the curtain and asked, "How far is it?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, after passing Zhaoguofang, there are still four streets." A knight's voice replied outside.

The old man put down the curtain, covered his son's forehead with his hands, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. The national master had said before that Yang Guang was sober and sent him to Wanshou Temple. However, he woke up once and fell asleep again. He saw no signs of improvement, so he simply sent him to the national master overnight. He was escorted by others, but he was worried and had to go there in person.

Outside the undulating curtains of the car, the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and the hanging lanterns were shaking in a dim state. When Yang Jian was thinking, the car chased the cavalry following behind him, and suddenly shouted loudly: "What's it?!"

The knight behind turned around, and a black shadow approached instantly, and a pair of dried nails magnified in his sight-

Bloody light, screaming, and the neighing horses instantly rose up in the horse team.

In the carriage, Yang Jian's heart thumped and thumped, put his son's head off the wooden pillow, and shouted to the soldiers driving the car outside through the curtain: "Don't stop, go to Wanshou Temple directly!"

"drive!!"

The soldiers who heard the orders blew the whip hard, and they stood up, shaking the reins and blew violently. The blood of the horse team behind them splattered. At this moment, they also reacted and pulled out the weapons from their waists to slash the black shadows that rushed into their eyes.

"It's an individual!"

"Kill him-"

The moment when the fierce shouts sounded, some people turned their horse's heads, some people shouted and waved their blades, and cut off the flying figures. It was the sound of gold and iron clashing. When a sound of sparks splashed, they fell off the horse's back. However, the figures passed by ignored these cavalrymen and ran away to the street and smashed the doors and windows of the shop. It was like a bat in the dark night flying with his arms out to fly to the carriage and hung behind the carriage.

Hearing the movement, Yang Jian took the sword hanging on the wall of the compartment, pulled it out with a clang, held the hilt tightly, and almost instinctively stabbed towards the wooden compartment wall.

Bang!

A dry hand broke through the wall of the compartment, and as the wood chips splattered, he grabbed the sword's edge, grabbed the sword's body with dry and hard fingertips and dragged it out. Yang Jian's palm was so painful that he let out his hand. When he loosened his hand, the long sword flew out, looking down at the palm of his palm, it was covered in blood.

"Amo!"

Yang Jian did not care about the pain, bent down and pulled his son's feet to the curtain on the side of the coachman, pulling the distance a little wide. The oil lamp in the compartment was clearly extinguished, and the hole in the rear wall of the carriage was shining. It was a bloodless old man's face, his eyes turned white, and his hair was dancing outside the speeding carriage.

"This...this is not a living person..."

The emperor who came out of the sword was very familiar with the corpse, and the faces that came into the hole were not something that a living person could have.

‘Pai!!’

The hole at the end of the cabin was pulled wide open, half of the wooden board was pulled off, and it was thrown away from the street and shattered. Half of the body was penetrated, shaking violently, the oil lamp on the short table turned over, and the fire extinguished instantly.

In the darkness, Yang Jian leaned over the curtains and turned his head to shout at the driver: "Stop the car!"

However, at this moment, a loud sound broke through the air and flew in from the front, brushing the head of the soldier who shouted "北", penetrated the curtain of the car, nailed the rear of the car from the distance from the tip of the nose of the old man on the back, and hit the chest of the figure who was entering the car.

At this moment, the corpse flew backwards out of the carriage, and a sound also sounded in the night sky.

"Li Sui'an from Qixia Mountain came to rescue him--"

It seemed as if a heavy object fell on the roof of the car. A figure was wearing green trousers, carrying the night wind blowing, and with a move, a blue sword that fell into the car pierced the roof and flew into Li Sui'an's hand.

The young man looked at the corpse monster rolling on the ground, getting farther and farther away, and did not pursue it. He just shouted to the palace guards riding horses behind him, "Don't fight with that monster, protect your majesty, and follow this hero to Wanshou Temple to avoid it!!"

More than a hundred cavalrymen on the street behind originally wanted to fight with the strange men on the ground. When they heard this, they tied the reins and clamped the horse's belly. They hurriedly caught up with the gradually distant carriage, covering the surroundings tightly. Some cavalrymen also pulled out a special arrow from the quiver and shot it into the night sky.

Whoosh ~~

The arrow spread in the night sky.

......

On the cold long street, the figures on the ground were climbing up, looking down at the chest that was injured by the magic power and the sword tip. The broken flesh could see the broken ribs. However, after a moment, a red light flashed across the scar, and the broken flesh grew again.

‘The more people... it is not good for me... the corpse poison is contagious... the corpse is summoned...'

The white eyes turned to the street. The four scholars who should have been there had disappeared at some point. The mouth and nose were spitting out of their corpse air, turned around and jumped to a nearby house, and then broke through the roof and drilled down. After a moment, a shrill scream resounded.

As the deep alley passed, four figures ran wildly with lanterns.

"I've said it a long time ago, I have to come out at night, I'm going to see a ghost again!"

"Fuck, is that a ghost?! That's a demon-"

"We are a scholar, and it is actually very reasonable to see the demon... Did you hear it just now? It seems that the carriage is His Majesty?!"

Wang Feng, who was running in the front, suddenly stopped and spread his arm to stop the other three people.

"Wait...Let's go and protect the car!"

"Brother, that's a monster... It's a dead person when they meet."

One person said, and the other two nodded in agreement: "The soldiers cannot beat them. We four of us are powerless. I am afraid they will disappear if we go up. Your Majesty may not remember us, it is not cost-effective!"

Wang Feng reached out and knocked on each of them: "How can we do this when we read the books of sages, heaven, earth, king, and relatives? Even if we support each other a few words from afar, we will do our duty as a minister!"

"Brother's words made me wait for the hut to open up, and I admire you!"

"What are you talking about? Go quickly! Go to Furong Pool."

The four of them gathered together and muttered together, picked up the lantern and turned the street in front, and then crossed two more streets, and there was Furong Pool.

The moonlight reflects the lake, rippling waves, and the lights are still on in the Taoist temple in the distance.

The old donkey shook his tail and came out of the forest, curiously tilted his head, looking at the brightly lit attic, on the two tables pieced together, Lu Liangsheng sacrificed magic to set up a magic array. On both sides of the formation, Yan Chixia and Sun Yingxian each performed Taoism.

Taoist Toad dragged the purple gold gourd down from the upper floor, climbed up to the table, forked his round waist, blew away the dust from the gourd, and snorted coldly.
Chapter completed!