Under the gray sky, he walked mechanically.

He wasn't alone, there were people like him covered in mud not far away.

Coming out of the deadwood forest, they divided into three strands and headed in different directions.

He didn't quite understand why he was going to the east, it seemed to be a call of fate, and he vaguely felt that something was calling him ahead.

The cool summer wind blew in his face, blowing off a fine layer of dust from the dry mud on his face.

As he walked, he looked around, the wild scene was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Who am I?

He couldn't contain such thoughts in his mind.

His stiff head seemed to become a little more flexible, and he vaguely remembered that his surname seemed to be ...... Forest?

Is his surname Lin? He was a little unsure, and his brain was still like a mess of paste.

He could only keep going, like the walking dead.

The sky became clearer and clearer, and a red sun rose from the mountains and shone on the earth.

Warmth came at him, and he squinted slightly, it had been a long time...... Long...... I haven't seen the sun anymore.

Those who were in the same direction as him ran suddenly.

He also ran wildly, along the blue-black ruler road, the wind whirring past his ears, and he ran so fast that he was secretly surprised.

With an almost untired run, he faintly saw the mud houses hidden by the trees, and he stopped and looked at the familiar village.

The memory slowly recovered, and he remembered that he was a scholar in Sanqiu Village, a scholar in Sanqiu Village.

But he's already dead, so what's going on with him now?

Lin Shusheng looked at his hands, his hands were made of gray mud, not only his hands, but his body was made of gray mud and dust.

He ran again, and then he saw the people who were winding like water snakes on the ruler road, and the stream was moving away from the village of Sanqiu.

He remembered why he was here, he had come to drag these familiar or unfamiliar people to hell!

A tyrannical mood rose in his heart, and a small colorful spores came out of his left cheek, which instantly covered the left side of his face, and he and his companions rushed towards the people not far away.

......

"There's a weirdness!" Lu Kui, who was behind the palace, was the first to notice the strangeness of the pounce, and he shouted loudly.

These creatures were human-like, but with muddy faces, and the left side of their faces were covered with colorful spores that were dense and disgusting like mold, and they roared at the crowd and ran as fast as cheetahs.

There was a commotion among the migratory populations.

"Don't stop, keep the formation and move forward. Huang Fushi shouted loudly, his face was extremely solemn, he had only been out of the village for a long time, and he had encountered strange things, and these strange things were very strange, but the colorful spores on his face reminded him of the mold attached to the tree in the colorful aperture.

The crowd sped up and hurried forward, but there were too many cars, horses, cattle and other things, and the tail inevitably merged into a circle shape, and under the scolding of the patrol members, they barely maintained the formation.

Lu Kui had a spear in his hand attached to the small flame charm, and he rushed towards the dozen or so monsters with several patrolmen.

Zhou Fan, who was maintaining order in the middle section, also noticed the abnormality at the tail end, he rushed towards the tail end, and while the straight knife in his hand was unsheathed, his left hand had already taken out two small flame talismans and slapped them on the back of the knife.

When Zhou Fan ran to the tail, Lu Kui's spear had already stabbed towards a strange one that rushed to the front.

Boom!

The spear directly stabbed the face of the colorful clay figure, and a burst of powder exploded, and crimson flames erupted, burning the colorful clay figure to the ground.

Lu Kui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, these clay figurines are not difficult to deal with.

The colorful clay figures were still galloping, leaving only a few to deal with Lu Kui and the others, who wanted to cross the defensive line.

But Zhou Fan and the two talismans have also arrived.

Zhou Fan slashed out, and easily cut off the head of a clay figure, he swung the knife very quickly, and the Star Frost Rust Knife drew a dazzling line of fire, killing three or four clay figures at once.

It wasn't until the runes on the Star Frost Rust Knife were exhausted that Zhou Fan took out two more small flame talismans to replenish them.

But there is no need for him to do it, and a dozen or so colorful clay figures have all been slaughtered.

The panicked villagers not far away saw that the patrol had killed the strange man, and their faces showed joy and cheered for the patrol.

"Whew, it's just a weird thing at the level of a black game. Master Mao took a breath and said with a relaxed face.

Lu Kui walked back with a spear in his hand and a strange face.

"What's wrong?" asked Zhou Fan as he put the knife back into his sheath.

Lu Kui hesitated for a moment and said, "These strange faces are somewhat familiar, where do you seem to have seen them?"

"Strange weirdness, they may have been mutated by the color coat. Master Huang said in a loud voice, "If we have to go faster, I'm afraid there will be some changes." ”

It's just that the migrating crowd with so many things can't get up fast if they want to.

Everyone didn't say much, but began to keep up with the long line, Zhou Fan faintly heard something behind him, and he looked back.

The clay figurines that were killed in the back had turned into mud and dust, but now the mud and dust had become sticky and wriggling, and they were slowly reorganizing.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly, and he called out to everyone.

Lu Kui and the others looked over, and their faces became ugly.

"Can't you kill them?" said in a deep voice, "Leave them alone, let's get out of here." ”

If you can't kill them, don't get entangled with them.

Zhou Fan and the others returned to the team and began to ride the prepared horses back and forth to urge the migration team to move forward quickly, the crowd was inevitably afraid, and some people threw the pigs that were too slow and refused to go on the road, whipped the cattle and horses, and let them pull the carts carrying the grain and the old people and children to speed up.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were indeed colorful clay figures chasing after him in the rear.

Zhou Fan's guards went up again and killed more than a dozen colorful clay figures.

Among the warriors who killed the colorful clay figure this time was Luo Splittian, who was holding an axe and happened to see Zhou Fan split a clay figure in half.

Luo Litian walked over quickly, and he called out with a stunned face: "Dad?"

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Luo Litian was not calling him, but a clay man.

Because Luo Litian was staring at half of the clay man's face.

"Is he your father?" Zhou Fan looked at the clay figure that was gradually shedding dust.

"There's no mistake, my dad has been dead for many years, but I still have an impression of this face. Luo Litian's face showed a look of confusion.

Zhou Fan and Luo Litian told Huang Fushi and others about the situation.

"No wonder I feel so familiar, these people are the same people who died in the village. Lu Kui's face was a little pale.

This is the resurrection of the dead.

"But aren't they dead a long time ago, why are they resurrected?" Luo Litian said a little sadly, his father had actually become a monster.