"Are you a dummy?"

At night, the shadowy clouds moved very fast, and the yellow full moon was blocked by the passing clouds from time to time, faintly revealing the figure in the sky.

The wind whistled and swept past the window, and the slightly closed window vibrated and rattled.

Zhao Xiaoguai was standing on a stool in the kitchen to pick up things. Although Zhaoxi was not at home, his food rations were well prepared.

When the little zombies are thirsty, they will come and eat by themselves.

The microwave makes a "ding" sound, indicating that the heating inside is ready.

There was more thunder outside the window, and the flimsy screen window of the kitchen hooted and vibrated.

Zhao Xiaoguai carefully took out the dessert from the microwave with gloves, then jumped off the stool and walked to the window to close the window.

If you see the wind is going to rain, you must close the doors and windows in advance. This is what Dad said.

The demon wind was blocked from the window, and he could only roar and hit the glass. The little zombie went back to the kitchen counter and brought out the hot dessert, thinking about Zhaoxi in his heart.

It's going to rain. Dad doesn't know if it's raining too. He didn't call Xiaoguai. He must be working.

boom

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, and then the sky seemed to be opened by a small opening, and lightning came with the thunder.

"Crack—" Zhao Xiaoguai's body was shocked, and the dessert in his hand fell from his hand, fell straight to the ground, and was torn apart.

With steaming desserts overflowing on the floor, Zhao Xiaoguai suddenly covered his chest with a panicked expression.

"dad……"

The little paper figure Honghong was startled by Xiaoguai's appearance, and hurriedly twisted her body to ask Xiaoguai what was wrong.

Jiang Ming, who had a little red paper figurine around his neck, also asked Zhao Xiaoguai strangely, "Little monster, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaoguai didn't answer. He clutched his chest tightly, and kept thinking about his father. His voice became faster and faster. In the end, he even seemed to collapse, and suddenly burst into tears.

Honghong took care of Zhao Xiaoguai. She had never seen him look like this for so many years. She was so frightened that she ran up to him and kept gesticulating and asking him what happened.

Zhao Xiaoguai looked at it and cried while replying: "I can't feel my dad anymore, woohoo, what should I do, my dad's feeling disappeared. He disappeared.."

Although Zhao Xiaoguai was born late, he was conscious as early as a fetus. Back then, when he was still in Zhaoxi's belly, because Zhaoxi couldn't absorb human blood in time to replenish his strength, he used his own essence and blood to feed the little zombie.

In the end, it was almost sucked up by the little zombies.

It was the little zombie who woke up and forced himself to stop his crazy plundering in time, so that the two survived.

So far, although both of them have lost their energy, the little zombie has also become malnourished. When the little zombies were born, thunder fell from the sky, and Zhaoxi was too weak to fight, and they were almost killed by lightning.

The two were rescued by accident.

After that, there was an inexplicable connection between their father and son.

It is because of this spiritual connection that Zhaoxi and Zhao Xiaoguai can empathize with each other's feelings.

But just now Zhao Xiaoguai suddenly felt that the connection between him and Zhaoxi was disconnected. He could not perceive the existence of Zhaoxi, which had never happened before.

Zhao Xiaoguai was frightened and cried.

After listening to Zhao Xiaoguai's explanation, Honghong was also very anxious.

It didn't expect such a thing to happen, and after a pause, its body was instantly divided into dozens of pieces, and then the word "bad" was formed by overlapping them.

Xiaoguai was stunned for a while, and immediately understood what Hong Hong meant.

It's for him to go to the big bad uncle.

Yes.

Dad also said that he can find the bad uncle if he has something to do.

The little zombie wiped away his tears, and immediately ran into his room quickly to find the telegram that Zhaoxi taught him, and while choking, he picked up the pen and wrote.

After he finished writing the thousand-mile communication talisman, it turned into a paper crane, and the little zombie with red eyes was full of hurried words: "Go to the big bad uncle!"

The communication crane fluttered and turned into an insignificant bright spot, carrying all of Zhao Xiaoguai's urgency and hope through the violent storm.

At the same time, Qin Qichen's family.

The huge three-story villa building did not have a single light on, and the strong wind was blocked outside the window.

In the room where he couldn't see his fingers, Qin Qichen sat beside the bed, his lips overflowing with painful and restrained moans and groans. The right hand clasped the left chest, so strong that it seemed to dig out the heart inside.

Inside his body, the heart seemed to be pierced again and again by something sharp.

A sharp pain engulfed all his consciousness.

Qin Qichen bit his lower lip, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, a voice that seemed to come from far away said in his ear.

"Why make yourself suffer so much? You obviously don't have to bear these pains."

The voice was pure and soft, like a merciful deity whispering to the believers.

"You can end all this, Daoist. As long as you kill him and end the evil you made thousands of years ago, all your sins will be forgiven."

Qin Qichen held the edge of the bed tightly and did not speak.

This voice has been with him ever since his master, Lin Fifty, changed his life for him. It would appear every fifteenth full moon, accompanied by a severe heart-wrenching pain.

The voice continued.

He said, "This world belongs to all beings in the six realms. It is your duty to eliminate monsters outside the six realms. Daoist, you have betrayed me once in the past life, and you should not continue to make mistakes in this life."

In the dark, all emotions will be infinitely magnified.

Qin Qichen suppressed the pain in his heart, panting/breathing and opening his mouth slightly, and said in a slow voice, "A person who cultivates the Tao must be upright and trustworthy in order to keep the righteousness and ward off evil spirits. Although he is an outlier, he has not committed any evil deeds."

"Don't kill, I have a clear conscience."

"absurd!"

Hearing the words, the voice suddenly raised its pitch, and its tone was clear and magnificent, as if the gods above the nine heavens were angry, majestic and solemn.

"Here heresy is rampant, the six realms are restless. They are the source of the turmoil!"

Qin Qichen was in terrible pain, panting and breathing, shaking his head slightly, but he didn't bother to talk to him.

This voice is obviously biased.

Although he sounds as if he is for the sake of the common people, but he also has an unconcealable stubbornness.

Asking him to kill Zhaoxi is not for the world, but for his own selfishness.

Qin Qichen didn't agree with that voice at all, heresy was never the source of turmoil.

Turbulence comes from strife, and strife comes from the bad roots of human nature.

Differences in origin and species do not determine a person's good or evil.

The way of heaven has set up six realms, so is it true that the six realms are good, and creatures outside the six realms must be evil?

Qin Qichen totally disagreed.

But he did not speak these words to the voice.

Over the years, he has known what he is, domineering, paranoid, and egotistical.

He claims to be a god on high.

Therefore, the self-subjectivity will be identified as the rule of the whole world.

He looked down at the world arrogantly, never allowing him to make mistakes, and never realizing that his ideas would also make mistakes.

"Boom——"

After a while, there was a sound outside the window.

His body ached, but Qin Qichen, who was still conscious, closed his eyes and opened them again to look over, realizing what it might be, he immediately got out of bed and walked slowly to the balcony.

As soon as the window was opened, the communication cranes outside immediately flew in.

Qin Qichen spread out his palm, and the spirit crane automatically turned into a talisman when it touched his breath.

Qin Qichen weakly coughed twice, then fixed his eyes on the talisman, his gaze fixed.

In the middle of the night, a helicopter slowly flew close to the sky above Qilian Mountain, and then landed on an open field next to the Qilian Mountain mine.

After the plane stabilized, Qin Qichen got off the plane. The handsome young man in the front driver's seat looked at him with a worried expression, "Second Uncle, your body..."

"It's okay." Qin Qichen said. But the lights in the cabin shone on his face, clearly illuminating his bloodless face and lips.

The young man became more and more worried, he wanted to stay with Qin Qichen.

But Qin Qichen refused.

Although the young man has learned some Taoism from him, his knowledge is still shallow, and this kind of place is not suitable for him to stay.

"Leave immediately."

His cold voice carried an irresistible deterrence, the young man looked concerned, knowing that he was a man of one word, so he obediently left.

As the helicopter went away, Qin Qichen coughed lightly, and his face turned pale again. He raised his eyes and looked around, Qilian Mountain was completely silent at this time, as if there were no living things.

He paused for a moment, then closed his eyes, walked dozens of steps from side to side without rushing, and then opened his eyes.

When it came into view again, it was filled with resentment.

In a trance, Zhaoxi seemed to feel that he was dreaming.

When the zombie lived to his age, he had tormented him for thousands of years for the nightmares that tormented him, but now he still has the feeling of dreaming.

Just like the night when Zhao Xiaoguai was exposed, because he subconsciously expected that Qin Qichen might show up to meet each other this time, so he dreamed about the events of that year again at night.

This time, too, it was a nightmare.

What is presented in the dream is a scene of vicissitudes that have passed for thousands of years.

Compared with the previous nightmare, the picture is much clearer, and his emotions are much more real.

Things happened thousands of years ago.

When Zhaoxi and Qi Cheng were hunted down by the metaphysics.

It was a long time ago that Zhaoxi had forgotten how he and Qi Cheng got together. This kind-hearted nightmare will directly help him remember little by little.

After Zhaoxi was trained as a zombie, he fell into a deep sleep for a long time. After waking up, met Qi Cheng.

Qi Cheng was an upstart of the Taoist sect at that time, with amazing talent, he had been trained by the Taoist sect as his successor in the future, so he was jealous of evil, and he always took it as his duty to slay demons.

The two met by chance and started fighting.

For Qi Cheng, zombies are a different kind outside of the six realms of reincarnation, and they are demons that he needs to get out of.

Zhaoxi was also averse to the warlock at the time. So the two keep fighting.

Keep hitting.

Until later, because of their fight, ordinary people were involved, he didn't want ordinary people to suffer, and he stopped, and was seriously injured by Qi Cheng.

The two of them stopped fighting.

After that, Qi Cheng felt that Zhaoxi was a weird alternative, and he followed Zhaoxi all the time, staring at him all the time, guarding against him, but never killing him again.

Zhaoxi couldn't beat Qi Cheng, so he didn't take the initiative to provoke him when he saw him give up.

The two wandered around the world one after the other.

Later, it was probably that the days of loneliness were too long, and there were too few familiar people.

The memories between them gradually increased, and the relationship between them gradually became ambiguous.

After Qi Cheng understood his novelty, he simply thought that his master could accept a zombie that neither harms nor kills.

But together, the Heavenly Masters, how could they tolerate this kind of thing, especially when the sect had strict rules at that time. Xuanmen has always used subduing demons and eliminating demons as the sect's law.

Qi Cheng was imprisoned in the division gate.

Zhaoxi was madly chased by Xuanmen.

Zhaoxi has never been a person who likes to swallow his voice, after being hunted down by the endless world.

He chose to flee to the corpse.

The corpse farm is his old home, and there are endless corpses underneath. He originally planned to use these vicious things.

Desperately taking all those who chased him down, they died together.

But didn't expect it.

That day, before Zhaoxi started the formation.

The earth shook, the bright moon turned blood red, dark clouds gathered, and a huge formation formed on the ground.

Qi Cheng, who hadn't seen him for a while, held his long sword and stood in the middle of the radiant array, like a soldier galloping on the battlefield, resolutely and resolutely thrust the long sword into his chest.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up, dark clouds surged, and the formations on the ground were like living creatures, sucking his dripping blood bit by bit. He knelt and sat in the formation, his blood-stained eyebrows showed warmth, and said quietly: "Wait for me."

"Do not.."

The blood formation of the corpse raising place has been completed, Zhaoxi's figure is tied in place, and all the people in the metaphysics who fall into the formation are expelled by the formation.

Zhaoxi watched helplessly as Qi Cheng devoured the last trace of blood essence by the formation and entered death.

He growled and struggled, but to no avail.

The blood-colored moonlight shrouded the corpse breeding ground, and the formation that devoured the flesh and blood of the living beings was activated. The dark wind howled, and the strong wind continued. Hundreds of corpses cried under the corpse raising ground, and the earth trembled and split under the support of flesh and blood.

Zhaoxi was swallowed.

He was sealed under the corpse breeding ground, with boundless blood in his closed eyes, the scene of Qi Cheng drawing his sword and offering sacrifices has become his nightmare for thousands of years.

"Kill them..."

I don't know who whispered in my ear, "They forced you to be separated from your lover."

"They forced Qi Chen to commit suicide..."

"Kill them, Zhaoxi. Zombies live on blood, suck up their blood... Take back your true power."

...

Zhaoxi's eyes turned blood red, his sharp zombie teeth were exposed, and he let out a roar.

The figure hidden in the dark was both happy and disdainful upon seeing this.

He didn't expect that the zombie king, who had been paid more attention by his master, had only such a little strength. Fortunately, he thought he would be so powerful, so he was more prepared.

The figure moved to Zhaoxi's side, ready to control him to suck the blood of the people in the formation. But suddenly the wind came down, and Zhaoxi punched the man in the abdomen.

"Cough cough... How, how?!" The figure was punched into the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared at the zombie-like Zhaoxi in horror.

Zhaoxi bared his zombie teeth at him, shook his hands and tilted his head.

"Are you surprised why I'm not enchanted?"

He clenched his fist with one hand and punched the head of the person on the ground again, and the head was hammered into the ground.

A piece of flat land was sunken.

Zhaoxi said, "Don't you ask about it before you play with your inner demon? It's all over 1,800 years ago, and I don't know how many times the shelf life has passed. Do you think it can still be used?"

Figure: ".."

Zhaoxi violently punched the man several times, and then lifted the man with one hand like a chicken.

At this time.

Amidst the fierce aura pouring into the sky, a voice calling for him suddenly came.

Zhaoxi slapped the man's hand.

He turned slightly, towards the source of the sound.

Suddenly, he saw a figure coughing and walking slowly in the mist of dense evil spirit, appearing in front of his eyes.

Zhaoxi stared at Qin Qichen who walked in, looked up and down, then sneered suddenly, shaking the person in his hand and said.

"Okay, the speed is pretty fast enough, I just mentioned that you are outdated, and you sent me a real-time demon so quickly. The business ability is not bad."

The person who was beaten dizzy and completely useless: "..??"

"Zhaoxi," Qin Qichen, who suddenly appeared, hurriedly approached Zhaoxi and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Zhaoxi's eyes fell on Qin Qichen, raised his eyebrows and tutted, "Don't say it. It's quite like that."

He looked back at the person in his hand, and analyzed it for him, "However, it's a little bit too real. Although Qin Qichen's life is bad, he hasn't suffered from kidney failure like this."

Qin Qichen: ".."

"Zhaoxi!"

Qin Qichen's forehead was twitching with veins, and he almost shouted his name through gritted teeth.

Zhaoxi muttered: "Don't say it, it's quite similar when you're angry... um—"

Zhaoxi finally felt that something was wrong. He pulled Qin Qichen's face with his hands. Qin Qichen's face was pulled out of shape.

"Fuck! Is it true?!"

"Uh..." Qin Qichen's expression was uncertain. After a while, he slapped the opponent's hand, and then said in a blue and black tone in Zhaoxi's surprised eyes, "Are you a fool?"