The only way

Chapter 368 Life and Death
It was a severed hand.

The five fingers are slender, and there is a thin layer of cocoon at the tiger's mouth. At this moment, it is quietly falling to the ground, with the palm facing up, mixed with mud and blood, soaking through the lines of the palm, stiff and dull.

As if stepping on a sharp thorn, Jiao Zheng retracted his foot in an instant, his face was pale with a touch of dignity.

"Brother Jiao."

The usual soft voice was tinged with a tinge of coldness, Jiao Zheng turned his head to look at the girl behind him who had come down from the city wall at some time, his pale face instantly became ugly.

"Junior Sister Yu, don't come down, go back!" Jiao Zheng turned his body calmly with a livid face, covering the severed hand on the ground behind him.

Lingchu stood quietly inside the protective circle of the city wall, and there was a thin layer of formation in front of him, and he could step out with only half a step.

Stepping out is the cruel and bloody battlefield.

No, or rather, a slaughterhouse.

Even though Jiao Zheng's face was ugly and his tone was not pleasant, Lingchu could easily hear the concern from his mouth, knowing that this senior brother who had only met twice before him was thinking of himself. Afterwards, in the tragic situation of Lingchu, a faint smile appeared on his somewhat stiff face, and his brows and eyes softened.

"Senior Brother Jiao, didn't you say that after the beast tide, there is still a need for monks to clean up the battlefield? Since I am here, I want to help," Lingchu glanced at Senior Brother Jiao Zheng's face Still showing some disapproval, he continued, "What's more, in this situation, I think avoidance is not the solution to the problem."

After thinking about it, Lingchu added, "I'm not a person who likes to avoid problems."

Jiao Zheng looked at the clean and delicate face of the young girl behind him, and there was a touch of confidence and perseverance. It seemed that the altar, which had been heavy all the time, was covered by layers of dark clouds, and a cool breath flowed through it in an instant.

Yes, avoiding, can't solve any problems.

A smile suddenly appeared on Jiao Zheng's ordinary eyebrows, and the heaviness accumulated in his eyebrows for several months dissipated a lot. In an instant, he only felt that his mood was clearer than it had been in recent months.

"After I've repaired the formation, come and clean up the battlefield together." Jiao Zheng's mood eased, and his footsteps became much easier. He lowered his head, which had never been lowered before, and carefully avoided the corpses on the ground.

"By the way, cleaning the battlefield is also a dangerous thing, Junior Sister Yu should be more careful." Before taking two steps, Jiao Zheng suddenly stopped and turned back to give Lingchu a word.

Looking at Jiao Zheng's face, Lingchu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, his brows that had been tightly frowning eased away, and the feeling of impatience before was gone. Although he didn't know what happened, he knew it was a good thing.

Since she just came to the Demon Falling City, she found out as soon as she landed that all the monks in the Demon Falling City were as silent as a pool of stagnant water, calm without the slightest ripple, but dark and bottomless, which made people palpitate.

Jiao Zheng would not be so silent, but he was extremely restless.

Lingchu raised his eyes to look at the battlefield that stretched for several miles, covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his eyes were bloodshot.

She didn't know if she stayed in the Demon Falling City for three to five months, if she didn't die, would she still be in such a dead and numb state, but she is very clear now, she doesn't want to experience that state.

Taking a deep breath, Lingchu raised his right foot, and the petite embroidered shoes embroidered with blue clouds and flowing patterns on the snow-white bottom were clean. With one step, he stepped into the muddy ground formed by the mixture of blood and corpse sea outside the formation. middle.

Leaving the formation, a smell mixed with earthy smell, rust, and even a trace of heat rushed towards his face, and there were broken limbs everywhere.

Lingchu couldn't help closing his eyes, and Dai Mei frowned tightly.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his eyes again, his eyebrows stretched, a deep color was dyed in his clear eyes, his lips were slightly pursed, and he looked down at the human corpse closest to him.

This is a relatively complete corpse, but the head seems to have been smashed by a monster, the flesh and bones are a mess, and there are a little white brain flower flowing on the reddish-brown ground, like a blooming flower of hell .

Lingchu's eyes fell on the corpse. It was a male cultivator, wearing the wave gown of the Four Seas Sect.

Confirmed death.

Taking out a small red flag from the storage bag he had just brought on the city wall, he stuck it beside the corpse. Lingchu glanced at the wooden plaque hanging on the waist of the corpse, Zhou Shiyi, Sihaizong.

This is an identity card. All the monks who go out to participate in the battle of the beast tide will hang such a wooden card around their waists, so that they can easily identify the corpses after they die.

Holding a booklet in his hand, Lingchu solemnly wrote the words "Zhou Shiyi" on the black cover booklet, and also marked "Sihaizong" on the back.

The font is elegant and correct, and the outline of each stroke is extremely serious.

Spiritual power flowed through the fingertips, and a pure white chrysanthemum appeared in Lingchu's hand.

This is a flower condensed with spiritual power.

Lingchu gently placed the white chrysanthemum on the chest of the corpse and tucked it in the front of his front. Then he got up without hesitation and continued to look at the other human monks lying motionless on the ground.

There was a wave of beasts, and countless monks died.

Lingchu planted red flags one after another, recorded names one after another on the black booklet, and sent white chrysanthemums one after another.

Not only the human monks, but even every time a monster passed by, Lingchu would squat down and inspect it carefully.

But not for anything else, but to ensure that these monsters are dead.

If not, you need to make up for it.

When one hundred and one red flags were planted, 95 names were registered, and one hundred and one white chrysanthemums were given away, Lingchu's gradually dull face showed a change for the first time.

This is a human monk who was crushed under the body of a monster. His body was covered with blood, and the facial features on his face were covered with blood and wet hair. It was impossible to see what he looked like.

I can only recognize that this is a male cultivator.

However, when Lingchu habitually gave the monster that was pressing down on Nanxiu a knife and pushed it away, his blood-stained fingers touched the ground and lay face down, revealing only half of his face covered in blood and hair. When the male cultivator's neck was touched, an extremely weak vitality circulated in the male cultivator's body.

In an instant, the expression on Lingchu's face changed slightly.

Because during the beast tide, there were too many human monsters who died, and the entire battlefield was filled with a strong evil spirit and death spirit.

Even though Lingchu is extremely sensitive in the breath of life and death, he is easily misled.

Therefore, every time you encounter a corpse, you need to carefully identify it.

And this corpse... No, it should be said that this monk is the first living person he has seen since Lingchu cleaned the battlefield!

(End of this chapter)