Broken Night

Chapter 252 - Hong Zhan

This corpse grave is where the northerners take care of the battlefield.

In other words, the corpse of the northern cultivator was thrown here, and then pushed into the Red River and let it go downstream. Or if you are lucky, let the family who have been guarding the filthy family find his body, such as letting him be buried.

As for the cultivators in the south, they would be beaten or insulted, etc., and then pushed into the river as well.

This is a large tomb, full of crows and flies, and the stench of corpses is so strong that it makes you want to vomit. If you want to find a place that is more disgusting than this, there is probably only the place at the end of the legendary Red River that does not belong to the living.

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As soon as he arrived, Zuo Xuezhan fell to the ground, and Hong Zhan, who had always been behind him, fell naturally. But Hong Zhan didn't stop there. His eyes looked around among the corpses everywhere, as if he was looking for something.

Zuo Xuezhan did not pay attention to him.

He carefully pulled out the tattoo that had been inserted into his left abdomen, but naturally he didn't care about anything, and directly swallowed a pill in his mouth. After doing this, he looked at Hong Zhan. Seeing this, he immediately froze in place.

I saw that Hong Zhan's entire right hand was blood red, and there was a round thing in his palm. Zuo Xuezhan looked carefully and found that it turned out to be a heart!

puff!

This heart was crushed by Hong Zhan, and the blood energy mixed with the black energy in his palm, condensed but did not disperse, and turned into a dark red liquid. He took a deep breath and tore off his robe.

On his chest, it was the hideous death palm pattern.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

The dead palm pattern moved, and the black chain that was as straight as a living thing spread to his left arm. At the same time, the dark red liquid seemed to be attracted by the chain and flew towards the left arm.

ah ah ah...

Zuo Xuezhan did not confirm whether it was an illusion. But on the dark red liquid, he heard screams and roars, which were roars from the soul. It is also knowing that his soul will be enslaved and uttering the final cry. Zuo Xuezhan heard the voice and found his heart trembling.

When he came back to his senses, Hong Zhan had calmly sat on the ground and looked at him.

There were corpses everywhere, and the smell of corpses and blood was so strong that it made people vomit.

But neither of them cared.

They looked at each other, and there was hope in Hong Zhan's eyes.

But Zuo Xuezhan's eyes became colder.

Because he probably thought of the legend, the evil sect that had been hidden for hundreds of years.

Corpse Road!

"Why?" Zuo Xuezhan said.

"Because it's yours, maybe I'll understand." Hong Zhan said, "I know, the family won't understand, the world won't understand, but if it's you, maybe it will."

"What's the difference between me and others? The same is to defend my homeland and repel the barbarians in the north! I also have people I care about!" Hong Zhan stared at him stubbornly: "How many people have I saved and killed on the battlefield? Foreign enemies, you are there for all to see!"

Zuo Xuezhan still looked cold and did not speak.

"How many times have I saved you? How many times have you saved me? Our feelings are like siblings!" Hong Zhan looked at Zuo Xue Zhan with a frenzy on his face: "I think you will be able to understand me!"

"Whether in the corpse tattoo or in the Hong family, I feel that I am alone, and no one can understand me!"

"But if it's you, I believe you can!"

Long silence.

The frenzy in Hong Zhan's eyes gradually subsided, and he looked at Zuo Xuezhan, who was still cold. Bitterness on the face replaced that frenzy: "Is it really impossible?"

"Did you hear that?" Zuo Xuezhan said suddenly.

"Hear what?"

"The scream of the soul." Zuo Xuezhan looked at him with a serious expression: "If you hear it, how can you continue?"

"We kill because we have different positions. It's the same whether it's the South or the North. But after we die, there's nothing to do."

"The dead are the greater."

"But you are different."

"You...you're not human anymore. Then, how can I understand you if you want to be human?"

Hong Zhan's face was ashen, with a miserable smile on his face: "Isn't it a human anymore?"

"Hahahaha!" He was like madness: "I Hong Zhan, I think I am not stained out of mud! Even if I am in the corpse pattern, I still retain a human heart!"

"But in the end, isn't it human anymore?!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zuo Xuezhan ignored Hong Zhan, who was like a madman, and said: "Kill me. Otherwise, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

"Because when you were about to die, it was I who saved you. I can't let myself save a demon and continue to cause harm to the world."

Hong Zhan still laughed wildly: "The devil?"

He looked at Zuo Xuezhan, and his eyes flashed with anger: "You turned me into a devil!"

call!

Black energy swept through the space, and when Zuo Xuezhan came back to his senses, he had already come to him. He tightly clasped Zuo Xuezhan's neck, and he could end his life with a single effort.

The two looked at each other.

close at hand.

What made Hong Zhan uncomfortable was Zuo Xuezhan's eyes that used to be as warm as spring, but now it was as cold as winter.

"Humph!" Hong Zhan let go and looked at Zuo Xue Zhan, "I'll give you a chance."

"Going all out for me, Quan should repay your kindness for saving me this time."

Zuo Xuezhan looked at him without being hypocritical.

His body was full of black energy, but it was not a gloomy black energy, but a majestic ink like ink.

He punches.

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Looking at the picture in front of him, Xiao Hu was still a little lost.

The picture dissipated, turned into a black hair and finally annihilated.

The voice of the first elder still sounded: "Zuo Xuezhan is right, our corpse pattern is not strictly human. It is between life and death, half-human and half-ghost. Therefore, it is possible to pass the corpse pattern. A secret method, turning a part of his body into a memory image.”

Having said that, Xiao Hu already vaguely knew something. He looked at the elder and said nothing. The first elder would also agree, and the dark shadow that had been covering his face gradually dissipated, revealing a slightly old face: "Yes, I am Hong Zhan."

Because that black hair was pulled out from the head of the elder.

Xiao Hu was silent for a moment before opening his mouth and said, "What do you want, the tattoo technique of Zuo Xuezhan?"

Hong Zhan nodded slowly, "Yes." As he spoke, he lifted up his robe with some difficulty, exposing his left flank. On his left flank, he saw a scarlet-red fist print, sagging slightly for a few points, looking extremely ferocious. What was even more terrifying was that the scarlet-red fist mark trembled slightly like life, causing the dead palm print on his chest to retreat three points.

"Blood Fighting Fist is stronger than the world thinks. It's just that the power in it is aimed at our corpse lines."

"Back then, I discussed Taoism with Zuo Xuezhan. When discussing Taoism, I told Zuo Xuezhan about my skills and ideas of combining Hongjiaquan and corpse pattern Taoism. He really is a genius, and after a few years, He mixed his own insights and Zuo family's various spiritual and martial skills to create such tattoo skills."