Manzhushahua·Banhua

Chapter 1
manjushahua
——I would like to use this article to commemorate my favorite "Resident Evil"

When pushing open the No.12 door, Nangong Mo was finally sure that he had come to an empty village.

The unlocked door creaked and shook in the twilight, stirring up a strangely sweet air. Nangong Mo yelled a few times, but didn't see the owner's consent, so he simply walked in.As expected, the dilapidated room was empty.He lit up the half-burned candles on the table to look around, and decided to rest on the spot for the night, and then set off on the road tomorrow.

When walking towards the back room with the candlestick in hand, he stopped suddenly.The candlelight reflected the dim spots on the screen wall, he frowned, scraped some with his nails, put them under his nose and sniffed, his face changed slightly.

Bloodstains again... These old bloodstains were obviously sprayed up, just like the previous eleven empty houses everywhere.There are traces of knives and swords everywhere, and rusty hidden weapons are scattered everywhere—all signs indicate that a massacre once took place in this small village at the foot of Luofu Mountain, which led to the desolation today.

When he was a child, he followed his father to visit Jianjian Villa on Luofu Mountain, and he remembered that the village at the foot of the mountain was called Fufengzhai, and it should be the outpost of Jianjian Villa at the foot of the mountain.In addition to the local villagers, there have always been martial arts figures from Guangdong and Guangxi living here.

However, at this moment, he has traveled all over the village, and he has not seen a single person.

Impossible...how could this be?
I remember that less than a year ago, someone from the Dingjian Pavilion came back from Guangdong and Guangxi, and told his father, who is the owner of the pavilion, that Jianjian Villa is in good order under the management of the young owner. Central Plains Tripod Sword Pavilion Contest—Could it be that in just a few months, Jianjian Villa has been destroyed?

impossible.Even the Moon Worship Sect's large-scale attack eight years ago was repelled by the Sword Trial Villa. Taking stock of the martial arts today, it is even more impossible for any force to destroy the Sword Trial Villa in just a few months.Moreover, if something happens to the Sword Trial Villa, it will be such a big event that it will definitely shake the black and white roads of Guangdong, Guangxi, and the Dao of the Three Kingdoms. As the leader of the martial arts world, it is even more impossible for the Dingjian Pavilion to be ignorant - and the father who is the owner of the pavilion sent someone to visit him a month ago. Go to Jianjian Villa to discuss marriage.

Nangong Mo frowned, and walked towards the back room holding on to the candlestick.There are dark blood spots everywhere along the way, densely splattered, giving off a strange smell - but, the blood is very old, why can it still emit such a strong smell?
Moreover, even if there was an attack here, there was a bloody massacre—but what about the corpse?There are always dead bodies left, right?But along the way, not only did he not see a corpse, he didn't even see a grave!
All kinds of questions haunted him, but his footsteps kept walking towards the bedroom at the back.Nangong Mo sighed, and decided not to think about such weird questions.He just passed by here to rest for a night, and tomorrow he will go to the sword-testing villa on Luofu Mountain, and he will just ask Ye Tianzheng, the owner of the young village, to understand.

He took the candle and walked to the back bedroom.This house, like the rest of the houses in the village, obviously had not been lived in for a long time, and there was a thick layer of dust everywhere. He put his hand on the bedroom door and touched the dust with his hands.

"Squeak", the door opened.Candlelight illuminates the room with a radius of one foot, and the atmosphere of dilapidation is everywhere.Apparently the catastrophe came too fast that day, all the furnishings here are kept in an orderly original appearance, even the quilts on the bed are neatly folded.

"Excuse me." Silently said something to the original owner here, Nangong Mo brushed off the thick dust on the table, put the candlestick and bag on the table, and prepared to go to the backyard to fetch water to wash - really, no Knowing why the person sent by the pavilion to test the sword before returning to the villa for a long time, he couldn't help but ran south and came here.

——Actually, that marriage should have been done five years ago, but Luo Fuye’s family kept procrastinating. Seeing that Miss Ye is in her early twenties, she still used various excuses to shirk it, saying something about the Guangdong-Guangzhou Wumeng League I'm busy with work, Miss Ye Er is the leader's great helper, so I can't leave the cabinet for the time being, etc...

All kinds of excuses.It seems that he wanted to blame him, but his father Nangong said that as the leader of the world's martial arts, he actually put his hot face on it, and sent people to marry him several times.

In fact, what's so good about a pungent girl like Miss Ye, if she doesn't marry, she doesn't marry, it's just what he wants... Nangong Mo muttered and untied the bundle, took out the copper bowl inside, and prepared to fill it with water.However, when he turned around, he suddenly heard a soft "click" somewhere in the room, as if someone was tapping the wall with his knuckles.

"Who?" Nangong Mo suddenly turned his head, pressed his fingers on his waist, and uttered a low and long moan in response to the sword Miehun in its sheath.

The night wind blows in, shakes the lamp on the table, there is not a trace of human breath, only the doors and windows creak softly in the wind.

Nangong Mo's eyes flashed brightly, but finally he slowly put down his hand holding the sword, and continued to open the door and walk to the backyard.

The backyard was also a mess, with weeds growing as tall as a person, obliterating the narrow path leading to the well platform.Among the blue-green weeds, there are faint red jumps--unknown wild flowers.There are no leaves, but there are clusters of red flowers on the tall flower stems, which are very beautiful.

The wooden wheel has been in disrepair for a long time, and half collapsed, lying on the bluestone well platform, because of the hot and humid climate in southern Xinjiang, it is covered with gray-white fungi.Nangong Mo tried to shake the wheel, and the soft and wet mushrooms in the tentacles made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable—however, the well rope was not rotten yet, and it hit the wall of the well with the iron bucket underneath Makes a half-full empty sound.

He put the copper bowl on the well platform and shook the wheel, but when he pulled the iron bucket out of the water, he suddenly felt that it was quite heavy in his hands, not as heavy as a bucket of water should be.Suddenly there was an indescribable chill in his heart, while slowly shaking the wheel to bring up the bucket of water, the other hand quietly came out, and he gripped the soul-killing sword tightly.

"Wow", the surprisingly heavy bucket of water was finally brought up, but Nangong Mo caught a glimpse of the pale and strange face rising from the well under the moonlight, and his expression changed instantly.Backing away like lightning, the right hand has already pulled out the sword incomparably swiftly, pointing directly at the well platform.

However, the shock was only for a moment, the sword stopped at the moment it was pointed, Nangong Mo's face was pale, but he quickly regained his composure - he was just a dead person.A pale dead man soaked in an iron bucket in a well.

The throat had already been cut, the wound was soaked in the water and festered, the eyes were half-opened lifelessly, the naked skin on the body was swollen in the water, the body was covered with spots, and there were bursts of stench. Grey-white fungi grew.

——This is the first dead person Nangong Mo saw in Fufeng Village.

It was a matter of course to see a corpse in this place where there was obviously a fierce fight, but for some reason, Nangong Mo felt abnormally nervous and chilled in his heart. He held back his nausea, and leaned closer to the edge of the well to examine the corpse carefully. I want to see the end of this catastrophe from the wounds on the corpse.

However, his eyes changed again—there was only a wound in the throat of the swollen corpse, which was located at the blood vessel in the neck, as if it had been pierced by some small sharp object, leaving a deep hole Hole.What makes him feel strange is that the blood in that place flows to the ventricle, not the artery that spurts blood to death as soon as it is stabbed.

Trauma won't be fatal, so...

Nangong Mo held his breath and carefully looked at the wound, turned his wrist, and swiftly cut a cross on the neck of the corpse with the Miehun Sword.The pale skin was rolled away, revealing the flesh and blood under the skin—rotten flesh that had turned completely black!

Really poisonous?What kind of poison is that that can make the entire Fufeng Village wiped out in a short period of time?
Nangong Mo held back his nausea, and cut the wound a little deeper. At that moment, his eyes were focused: deep in the wound, something was wriggling!In the flesh and blood, there is something arching, as if it is about to come out immediately—is it a bug?Once a person dies, in the weather like southern Xinjiang, bugs will appear within a month, which is a matter of course.But something has been wrong... this corpse—

However, at this moment, the Miehun Sword in his hand emitted a faint cold light, which was fleeting.

Without even thinking about it, relying on his intuition, he immediately sealed all the empty doors in front of him with a sword, and swiped out with all his strength with his toes pointing backwards. He is extremely skilled in martial arts.

"Ding!" Sure enough, something was intercepted by his long sword, making a sharp and piercing sound.If he missed a hit, he immediately turned back like a flying shuttle, not knowing where he died.

Nangong Mo only felt pain in his wrist from the shock. He took three steps back and stood in shock, covered in cold sweat.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong—the corpse!
Judging from the blood stains in the room, at least half a year had passed since the killing. In such a hot and humid weather in southern Xinjiang, how could it be possible for the corpse to decay to such an extent after half a year?It should become a skeleton within two months!But judging from the degree of decay, this dead man clearly died less than a month ago.

"Uh..." Just as he raised his sword in surprise and stood on his feet, a low and indistinct sigh suddenly sounded in the deserted courtyard.The iron bucket fell back into the well with a bang, bumped against the well wall several times, and made an empty sound.When there was the last sound of splashing water, pale hands supported the well platform, and the rotting "corpse" stood up.

Covering the neck where the cross had just been cut with his hand, the "dead man" staggered towards Nangong Mo who was stunned there with water droplets all over his body.There seemed to be phlegm stuck in the throat, and there was a licking sound, and there was a strong smell of corruption on his body.

Nangong Mo almost thought he was dreaming, until the smell of corruption surrounded him - he suddenly realized, and finally knew where the ubiquitous fishy-sweet smell in this empty village came from.It was the smell of rotting flesh.

The Miehun sword in his hand kept vibrating, humming and humming.Thousands of years ago, King Goujian of Yue worshiped the God of Kunwu with a white cow and a white horse to form the Eight Swords.Thousands of years later, there are only two swords that have been handed down to the world, and it is said that wearing this sword to travel at night will ward off evil spirits-could it be that the sword is so uneasy tonight because it feels the evil spirits approaching?

The footsteps of the living dead were procrastinating and slow, stagnantly resounding in the deserted empty garden.

Holding the sword, he staggered back along the road, staring at the pale zombie approaching step by step in front of him—is it dead or alive?

There is wheezing, heart and mouth heaving, but the eyes are stagnant, gray and cloudy, the whites of the eyes cannot be discerned, the walking is unsteady, the hands and feet are stiff, and a strange purple-black oozes from the cut neck wound of blood.

Nangong Mo gathered himself together, and sneered: It doesn't matter whether he is a ghost or a human, if a human blocks a murder, it is a ghost that blocks and kills a ghost!
A cold light flowed out from the Miehun Sword, stabbing at the living dead man's right rib, and at the same time as that move was made, his left hand instantly released a crescent moon leaf, hitting the left.That move was really probing the truth—but unexpectedly, the guy who was dragging his feet didn't seem to have any reaction to avoid it, but instead strode forward.With a puff, the Miehun sword went straight into the right rib, and the soft muscles were unstressed like rotten catkins, and pierced out all at once.

Nangong Mo quickly retracted his strength, but he couldn't stop himself and rushed forward three steps.

The crescent leaf that hit the left fell into the air, and flew back to his left hand after a turn in the air.

However, at that moment, the distance between the two was as close as an arm.There was no expression of pain or fear on the other party's face, and he took a step forward.Nangong Mo only felt his eyes flicker, knowing something was wrong, he swung his sword back and slashed sharply, with a muffled sound, a pale severed hand flew out, and black blood shot out like a fountain.He didn't have time to dodge, and was splashed all over his face.The blood stained his vision, and at that moment, he flew back to the room based on his memory, and at the same time, the long sword was turned backwards, and with the residual image of the last moment, he slashed at the approaching pale person.

"Pfft", it felt like the long sword was cutting rotten dirt, and something hit the ground heavily.At the same time, his back bumped into the open door and broke in.

The moment he landed on the ground, he immediately kicked the door with his toes, retreated to the corner of the house, and slowly wiped the black blood from his face and eyes with the skirt of his clothes, feeling a burning pain on his skin.Nangong Mo was startled, and quickly took out the Bi Ling Pill secretly made by the Tripod Sword Pavilion from his bosom, and took one in his mouth.

There was no sound outside the door.He couldn't even hear the walking dead man's procrastinating footsteps and coughing. He poked open the window paper and looked out, only to see the moonlight outside the courtyard, the long grass was crushed, and a quilt crawled on the stone path. The corpse that had been cut into two pieces was silent.

dead? - so easy.

Nangong Mo moved his fingers slightly, and the crescent leaves between his fingers flew out again. The thin crescent-shaped hidden weapon shone slightly in the moonlight, sank into the neck of the dead body with a pop, and turned around.The human head immediately left the body, and a large amount of black blood gushed out of the cavity.The crescent moon leaf whirled in the air and flew back quickly.

Nangong Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but was still slightly puzzled.really dead?
It seems that it is a living person pretending to be a zombie, otherwise how can it be killed?He wiped off the blood on the Crescent Moon Leaf, opened the door again, and wanted to get back the copper bowl left on the well platform.The moonlight outside was bleak, the wind swirled in the empty stockade, the weeds as tall as a person were rustling, and the clusters of red flowers in the grass were extraordinarily dense.That kind of red has a horrible taste.

For some reason, Nangong Mo always felt uncomfortable. He felt that the Miehun sword in his hand was making slight noises.

As soon as he stepped out of the back door, he stopped suddenly.

that corpse!I don't know if it was because the moonlight was dim, so he was a little dazzled, but he seemed to see something small popped out of the disconnected cavity, and burrowed into the ground with a sound.

With a sigh of relief, he carefully raised his sword and walked past the corpse, but nothing happened.

He took back the copper bowl from the well platform, but he didn't want to draw water from the well anyway, so he hurried back along the stone path.

The Miehun Sword suddenly shook violently.He stopped in surprise, his eyes suddenly focused——flower!In the middle of the road, in the pool of blood where the corpse fell just now, a blood-red flower actually bloomed!

Another gust of wind blew, and the long grass and unknown wild flowers all over the yard rustled.

Although the eldest son of the Dingjiange Nangong family has always been highly skilled and bold, at this moment, his heart suddenly became cold, he dared not walk on the road again, tiptoed, skimmed the inexplicable new flower, and jumped directly behind the door .Close it with the backhand, and never pay attention to the strange empty garden behind the room.

(End of this chapter)