brother is right

Chapter 141 I Can't Control It, and Elder Brother!

A group of people panicked and surrounded Zhang Feixuan and the three of them. The rotten face and the smell of the dead were close in front of their eyes and noses, which made their expressions change.

With a movement of Gao Sishu's footsteps, Lao Gao was reflected by the wall behind him, and was about to jump out of the crowd, but just as his body reached the high altitude, he suddenly paused and landed at a faster speed.

The two looked over suspiciously.

"All people."

Gao Sishu's voice was very steady, with a hint of despair of 'you're dead' in it.

Wang Qi was looking forward, his pupils shrank.

He was tall, and he could see that since these people surrounded him, in the streets behind that should have been empty, dense crowds had filled the streets, and there was no room for them to escape.

"Help us"

These rotting dead people are getting closer and closer, squeezing their living space further, and there is almost no place to occupy them.

Although they don't know what these rotten dead people want to do, they know that if they are approached by these people, they will not be able to please them.

"Third brother! Take us out!" Zhang Feixuan hurriedly called.

Wang Qizheng grew thin wings directly from his back, grabbed Zhang Feixuan and Gao Sishu with both hands, squatted his legs and feet, jumped straight into the sky with his strength, and flew to the top with a flap of the thin wings.

No matter how many there are, as long as they fly up, everything will be fine.

Seeing the person flying up, those rotten people subconsciously stretched out their hands to grab it upwards.

Gao Sishu curled his body into a ball, barely avoiding the hands of these people.

Zhang Feixuan, on the other hand, had no time to dodge, and was grabbed by his ankle by a rotten hand.

With that hand grabbing, people in all directions, like a mirror image, reached out and grabbed him uniformly.

Those hands were riddled with holes, so rotten that they couldn't be seen. There were strange maggots growing out of the fingers, and they clung to Zhang Feixuan's trouser legs.

It made him feel sick.

No matter how embarrassing he was, he always looked like a rich man, keeping himself clean. He hated this kind of thing the most!

"Let me go!"

Zhang Feixuan subconsciously opened the folding fan, blood burst out in his hand, and wanted to chop off the hand that grabbed him.

But just as he was about to move, his eyes met those of these carrion corpses, which stunned him for no reason.

It stands to reason that he has seen this kind of dead people a lot, even if it is the dead people who are crushed together, at most it will make his scalp tingle, but it will not cause fluctuations in his heart, even if these dead people are alive
This kind of thing, at best, can be regarded as a zombie that just came out of a fraudulent corpse. It may not even be regarded as a zombie, but there are a lot of them.

Even if these people are connected to the mortals in the real general city, so what, they are just mere mortals, for their own safety, it is okay to kill a few carrion corpses.

The bell is not here, and the senior brother is not here.
Killing these rotting corpses would at most kill a few mortals, and he could escape.

but
Zhang Feixuan just couldn't do it.

Those eyes were also rotten, and some eyeballs even fell out, but he was very familiar with the look revealed in them.

The sudden flood that year killed all the people in the city. As a survivor, he also had this kind of look towards the sect that rushed over.

Pray, hope, and yearn.
Zhang Feixuan's hands stopped, and he stared blankly at these densely packed carrion corpses, no matter how many they were, but their movements were consistent, all of them raised their heads, regardless of whether they had eyeballs or not, that look You can't fake it.

They are also praying to be redeemed.
Just like myself back then.

"It's too late for me to sweep the snow in front of the door myself!" Zhang Feixuan clenched his teeth, held the folding fan tightly with his stopped hand, and was about to fan the bleeding blade, but for no reason, he couldn't use it no matter what.

Immortals are made by mortals.
In my mind, my brother's words sounded inexplicably.

Who was not a mortal back then.

He was also a mortal back then, if at that time, someone, like his senior brother, really went to save him, but threw him into the water like a scapegoat, maybe his fate would have been different.

"What are you doing, ouch!" Wang Qizheng exclaimed.

At this time, Zhang Feixuan let go of his hand, and hit him hard, dragging him to fly a little higher, but he fell to the ground.

He opened his folding fan and fanned it on his body very gracefully, "You guys, I really don't believe in evil today!"

"Second, why are you crazy!"

Wang Qizheng roared in confusion, and wanted to go down and continue to catch Zhang Feixuan, but before it was too late, the endless carrion corpses stretched out their hands at this moment, waiting for him to land.

"Okay! I don't care about you anymore! I hope you will be blessed!" Wang Qizheng gritted his teeth and flew high, far away from this place.

"I still need you to take care of me? I am the second senior brother"

Zhang Feixuan shook his head, and wanted to slap himself again, but the hands of the carrion corpses had already touched him.

"Help us, Daxian!"

"We don't want to die!"

"There are monsters, there are monsters, Daxian!"

Zhang Feixuan, who was submerged in the rotting corpses, could only hear these people repeating these few words. As more hands were placed on him, his consciousness became more lax.

The clothes on his body also began to rot gradually, becoming the same as these carrion corpses.

There is no invincibility like senior brother, there is no Daohuo, and there is no magic weapon refined with senior mana like Bell, he should not have come down in the first place.

Zhang Feixuan regretted for no reason.

Why did you suddenly change your mind?
Really bewitched!
Well now, surrounded by these carrion corpses, he is really going to die.

It's okay to be a hero, and if you're not a big brother, do you deserve it?
自己
"Do not be afraid!"

Among the rotting corpses, Zhang Feixuan suddenly shouted, "I am Zhang Feixuan, the second disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect. Our Golden Immortal Sect is best at helping the world and saving people. I will not abandon you and go. Come! Tell me what danger you are in, and I will come!" Solve it for you!"

Following the sound, a ball of blood burst out, and the rotting corpses were shocked back, leaving a little gap for Zhang Feixuan.

Regardless of the tatters on his body, he fanned the folding fan and stood upright with one hand behind his back.

"The gods don't care about me!"

"God doesn't care about me!"

"I can't control it, I still have a brother, he will definitely be able to control it!"

"Look at me, I'm so handsome, you know I'm not lying! If I was lying, I would have left long ago!"

Zhang Feixuan didn't know where the courage came from, so he shouted there: "Calm down, speak slowly, I will save you!"

Whether he is qualified, whether he can be saved, is no longer in the scope of Zhang Feixuan's thinking.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to disappear, he only had the words and deeds of his elder brother in his mind.

And
The scenes of those sect disciples he encountered when he was a mortal.

Back then, they couldn't help.

现在
I can save!
Whoever says to refine qi and cultivate one's true nature must be like those people!
Zhang Feixuan, can't he be the same as the elder brother? !
(End of this chapter)