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Chapter 70. Grand Parade
some time ago.

Qiao Mu followed behind the team, pretending to be playing the suona, but he didn't know anything about musical instruments, so he would be done anyway.

But soon, the place where the suona was in contact with the mouth began to squirm, and countless tentacles wanted to take the opportunity to get into Qiao Mu's mouth.

[A living musical instrument is seriously polluted and can only be used by people with special quirks! 】

The crimson characters deeper than the red mist flowed out from the suona.

"Bah, bah, bah, I still have my first kiss!"

Qiao Mu couldn't help but said, he hurriedly removed the suona, and saw that it was twisting slightly like a living thing.

"We are friends, you can't do anything excessive."

He said to Suona seriously.

The suona immediately became calm.

Qiao Mu felt like he had discovered a new world.

He immediately patted the man in front of him on the shoulder.

"Hello, let's make friends while we're away from home, okay?"

The opponent's lower jaw was nowhere to be seen, and his rotten tongue was drooping, trembling with the shaking of his head.

【His chin definitely didn't fall off with a laugh, but was sliced ​​off precisely by a shell, woo woo woo, how pitiful! 】

The man immediately stepped aside and motioned Qiao Mu to move forward.

Qiao Mu was overjoyed and continued to make friends with the corpse in front of him.

After more than half an hour, Qiao Mu had reached the leader of the team.

These corpses are all his friends now.

In the sky, the wriggling corpse dragon floated leisurely by. Qiao Mu raised his head and called out.

"Friend, please stop."

The sound didn't spread too far into the fog. The giant dragon didn't seem to hear Qiao Mu's call and swam straight to a higher place.

"Pity."

It seemed that the other party rejected Qiao Mu's friendship.

But now Qiao Mu has enough friends.

He stopped, and the procession stopped too.

Qiao Mu randomly found a stone platform on the street, stood on it, and looked at the entire team through the thick red mist.

"Everyone listen to me, General Li never wants the people to suffer like this. It is the treacherous ministers around him who hide the plight of the people and the real military situation from him. Now we are going to eliminate the bad people around him and return the old city. It's a bright future!"

He shouted, his voice quickly swallowed by the red mist.

There was no movement in the team, and all the corpses were looking at Qiao Mu.

Snapped--

The eyes of one of the corpses fell out of their sockets and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of flesh.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Qiao Mu turned around again, picked up the suona, and blew out the sound.

Although he was just blowing randomly, the suona seemed to have grown up and could make sounds on its own, playing a high-pitched melody, like the leader of the white-collar team.

Seeing this, Qiao Mu walked forward happily.

There seemed to be other existences in the red mist. Those huge and huge shadows lay across the building, quietly staring at Qiao Mu's team.

While walking, countless murmurs sounded in Qiao Mu's mind at the same time.

He listened carefully and noticed that some of them seemed to be telling their own stories.

As the leader of the team, it was incumbent upon Qiao Mu to get to know the other members.

He saw that some people were just working ordinary jobs and living peacefully, but they were affected by the war and their whole families were killed.

He saw that some people who were only scholars took up guns and went to the battlefield to fight against foreign enemies and died in the trenches.

He saw some people being killed by their own compatriots and dying with hatred in their eyes.

He also saw Xia Yi, saw Tang Xiaomeng, and saw their respective experiences after separation. These scenes seemed to come from their dead colleagues.

These dead are swallowed by the red mist, giving a second life.

The pollution turned into their blood, and the erosion made them walk again. In the huge will, the individual is all, and all is the individual.

This is a grand and never-ending march, and countless people join it, spreading across this devastated land.

The red mist flowed into Qiao Mu's nostrils, mouth, and ears, trying to give life to his internal organs.

It didn't take long for Qiao Mu to realize that his liver was making protesting sounds, trying to discuss philosophical issues with the kidney next door.

Not to be outdone, the large intestine begins to fight with the small intestine.

And the lungs are shouting from the side, "Good fight, good fight!"

The heart wanted to strike, but this move was unanimously resisted by the other internal organs, so it could only be given up.

Numerous tiny wriggling tentacles grew on his skin, and the original dead things began to take root and sprout under the nourishment of the red mist, and had their own will. Praise.

"Don't fight anymore, there will be no results if you continue to fight like this!"

"Be honest, or I'll stay up all night crazy and exhaust you to death!"

"And you, do you want me to suffocate you to death without shitting for three days!"

"Although I don't smoke, if you make trouble again, I'll lose two cigarettes."

He made friends with his guts and kept going.

Soon, Qiao Mu's internal organs settled down.

Everyone likes Qiao Mu very much.

It was difficult to tell the direction in the red mist, but Qiao Mu could vaguely feel where to go. He led the group forward and soon saw a magnificent building.

This is the Gucheng Hotel.

The red mist filled the air, so the door was naturally closed.

Qiao Mu first asked everyone to stop, and then he came to the gate.

dong dong dong-

Qiao Mu knocked politely.

In the lobby of the Gucheng Hotel, the guard in charge suddenly trembled when he heard the knock on the door.

There is a red mist outside and it is so quiet that there is not even a chicken. How come there is someone knocking on the door?
The man looked at his companion and thought it was an illusion.

dong dong dong-

But the next second, the knock on the door sounded again.

Is real.

The two big soldiers inside quickly thought of some legends about the red mist.

Some people say that there is a grand parade in the red mist, which will lure children out and abduct them.

Some people say that the red mist is full of dead people walking around. Their faces are abominable and terrifying.

Others say that this red mist can bring people back from the dead, and it is the creation of some evil gods.

In short, never go out when it’s foggy. This is a motto that people living in the old city have heard since childhood.

But now, who is outside the door?

The other soldiers stationed there also rushed over, but they were just ordinary people, who knew what was in the red mist?
dong dong dong-

After the third knock on the door, the outside fell into silence.

All the big soldiers pointed their guns at the door, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, the sound of music sounded outside the door.

Gongs and drums, suona, cheerful and sad.

Immediately, green buds spread out on the door, like mushrooms in the corner of the south sky.

These buds swaggered like ears of wheat in the wind, and soon, the entire wall began to grow and multiply, like a hotbed of abundance.

bang——

The door was kicked open, and the red mist dispersed and poured into the magnificent hall of the hotel.

All the big soldiers who came into contact with the red mist let out screams and pained emotions. The military uniforms on their bodies began to grow roots, and their flesh and blood swelled rapidly. Even the guns in their hands began to grow limbs, and they broke free to the ground, happily jump up.

The gramophone in the hall sang cheerful songs, the vases began to dance, the tables and chairs danced tango, and as the red mist spread, the whole hall began to become crazy and grand.

At this time, Qiao Mu jumped into the door with a snap.

"Haha, your worker grandfather is here!"

(End of this chapter)