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Chapter 294 Scene 44 Corpse Tide I

Chapter 294 No.40 Four Acts of Corpse Tide I
In the gloomy night, fragmented starlight broke free from the winding clouds, and a ray of light fell from the sky and fell beside the scattered haystacks.

Rustling.

Facing the strong smell of blood, the mosquitoes flew over the flattened green grass and flapped their wings forward.

The scenery becomes bright and open, but because of the dim light, it looks muddy.

Houses toppled over, blood dried, iron splintered, trails rutted, this is a village in Sawyer Union.

Corpses can be seen everywhere, those who were disembowelled by monsters, those who hanged themselves on trees, and in the woods further away, there are some naked women beyond recognition.

The village and large tracts of land were abandoned as the green mist approached, and the soldiers and most of the local villagers had left three days earlier.

The rest are old, weak, and penniless.

The old man struggled to die first in the spreading green mist, followed by the child, and then the weaker young man.

The green fog lasted for three days and three nights. After it dissipated, a thick layer of green scale appeared on the bark of the trees.

But now, on the first night after the green mist dissipated, the black shadow pushed aside the messy dry grass, his blood-red eyes widened.

He spotted the purple-skinned corpses in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and pulled the trailer behind him hard, making creaking noises.

Boom!The wheel fell into a shallow hole, the handle jerked, and he fell down cursing, only to see a pair of women's boots in the gap between the wheels.

"?"

He was startled, his eyes narrowed.

With the help of the faint starlight, he could clearly see some of the patterns on it. It was obvious that they were not high-end products in this barren place.

In a blink of an eye, the boots disappeared.

"Don't move."

Immediately, a beautiful but hoarse female voice sounded, and the rusted sword blade rested on his neck.

Just listening to this soft voice, the man can imagine the amazing beauty of the other party.

The sound of swallowing saliva quickened, he raised his hands, and opened his mouth to say something.

But the opponent is faster than him.

"What are you doing here, carrying corpses?"

The trailer was full of corpses, including women, children, and old people.

"Nothing, miss."

The man chuckled, and looked down with blood-red eyes, "Almost everyone is dead, and the rest are also suffering from strange diseases. These corpses are thrown here and no one wants them. What does it matter if I take them?"

The female voice fell silent for a while, then lowered her voice, "You also have a strange disease, how many people are still alive?"

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The man tilted his head, as if unable to understand the meaning of this question.

"Some people had abscesses the size of pillows, some people turned into monsters, and some people rotted into corpses. My face is almost rotten, I have no consciousness, I don't know who is still alive, I am the next door village of."

"I was originally a villager. When I woke up, there was a green fog all over the sky. Some people screamed and others ran away. I wrapped myself in a quilt and hid in a cabinet for three days. Everything changed when I came out."

"Staying in this kind of place, no one can be saved, what do you think, Miss?"

The man turned around tentatively, the blade still resting on his neck and did not move, he became bolder and raised his head.

"My God."

He shuddered and lost his voice.

The other party is as amazing as the fairy in the legend.

A white and beautiful chin was exposed under the old gray cloak, smooth brown hair hung down to the sides of the towering chest, and a pair of fairy-like brown eyes shone in the shadows.

And those slender legs, even though they were wrapped in leather pants, he was sure that they were more beautiful than the noble ladies in the town.

Soon, he lowered his head in shame, but realized something was wrong.

"Beautiful lady, why do you uh, you don't seem to have anything wrong?"

The other party took the iron sword back, and the man raised his eyebrows to notice the peculiar patterns on her gloves.

"I'm a professional, well, I sympathize with your experience, to be honest, I can't do anything for you."

Naniya sighed. In the past few days, she tried to bypass the fog and go deep into the Sawyer Alliance, but the fog spread very quickly, and several towns she passed were empty of people.

Only mess, dried blood, corpses.

Along the way, she also ended many mutated and painful lives.

"Professional, what is that? It's a pity..."

The man seemed to ignore Naniya's words, glanced back and forth at her, and began to sigh inexplicably.

Naniya was puzzled.

"Is he really unlucky!!"

The man who had remained calm before suddenly became furious, roaring like a wild beast, "Yana is gone too, she must be following that beast knight, tell me, are all the words of women just farting, beautiful women like you."

A dangerous light shot out from the man's eyes.

Naniya raised her brows and raised her iron sword cautiously, "Listen, you should stay sensible."

Her words had no effect.

"Despicable! Shameless!"

He stretched out his green-nailed hand suddenly, and rushed towards Nania.

"I'm going to tear your clothes off! Make you behave"

Naniya's eyes turned cold for an instant, the man in front of him lost his mind for some reason, accompanied by the obvious monsterization of his body, he probably couldn't restrain the onset of corpse transformation.

Even some primitive desires erupted.

puff.

The cold light flickered, the sword blade cut off the man's arms, blood flowed, the latter fell to the ground, his rotting face curled up in pain.

"Ah, it hurts me to death..."

The color of the blood was dark green, it could be seen that the man's corpse transformation was almost completed, but his consciousness still remained, and he begged for mercy at this moment.

"Now it's time to tell me what you used to move these corpses."

Naniya's eyes were clear, "I can tell whether a person is lying or not. Depending on your answer, I will consider whether to torture you or not."

Saying so, her hand holding the iron sword trembled for a moment, and swung it down decisively, cutting off the man's left leg at the root.

The howling sounded, and the anger in the man's eyes turned into fear. He took a breath, "I see, I, I will tell you."

The flow of blood and life made him calmer.

At the same time, Nania unleashes some kind of Westmarch spell, which temporarily renders him painless.

"It's a group of people. We don't know where they came from. They found us survivors and asked us to move the corpses, otherwise they would let our strange diseases attack us and torture us."

"What kind of people?"

"Wearing black robes, thin and thin, they live in Tao Village, which is the village behind the woods to the east."

"What do they want the body for?"

"I don't know, they are mysterious, and no one dares to defy them."

Saying this, the man tilted his head as if he felt something, his blood-red eyes leaked liquid, "I'm dying, beautiful lady, I'm sorry for what I did before."

Seemingly confused, he began to speak incoherently.

"The chastity of beautiful women in this day and age is as rare as the elves in the lake, Yana is as beautiful as you, oh miss, are you still...?"

Naniya bit her lip, showing a look of displeasure.

Silently, she stuck the iron sword on the ground, leaned down and said softly, "I will bury you, thank you very much for your help."

After a pause, she continued calmly: "I will give my most precious thing to my most beloved person, I believe that Yana in your mouth thinks so too."

The man's pupils dilated, his eyes dimmed quickly, and he didn't know if he heard it or not.

(End of this chapter)

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