Fast travel: The host is too crazy to shoot, the system can't stop it

Chapter 11 The World of Cultivating Immortals ([-]) Humans are not ghosts

The system understood, and suddenly realized: "So, host, do you think that if it is really related to the monsters of the Lingyue League, the protagonist will definitely be able to draw them out by acting alone. Then, what do you think, the host, are those black monsters?"

Yan Nanxu looked down at the floating water in the cup, and said softly: "The black monster appeared after someone disappeared, and the monster I saw last time, although ferocious, basically looks like a human..."

Cang Shu was walking alone on the vast snow field, feeling a little helpless and sad in his heart——

Master still hates himself very much, otherwise, why would he do this?Could it be that Master even wants to die outside?

Why on earth are you so annoying?You obviously did everything you could.

The snow was silent, and no one could answer his confusion.Cang Shu was preoccupied and walked unconsciously, not caring about the specific direction at all.

When Cang Shu finally came to his senses, he looked up and found that he had indeed gone too far, so he was about to turn around and go back.

Turning around, several conspicuous black figures suddenly appeared on the vast snow. Cang Shu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously thought it was someone, but those "people" moved extremely fast, and they came to him from a few miles away in a blink of an eye.

Only then did Cang Shu see clearly that it was the monster he met in Lingyue League last time, and there were more of them this time!

This is really a good spirit without a bad spirit!
Cang Shu immediately drew his sword to resist. With the sword, his strength has indeed been upgraded to a new level. He also seriously injured several monsters with his sword. However, these things don't seem to feel pain. As long as they don't get killed, they all attack desperately!

After all, Cang Shu was just a young disciple, under the siege of a group of monsters, even Tuo would be dragged to death.

The saber blocked the monster's sharp claws for the last time, and finally couldn't hold it anymore. It flew out of its hand and plunged straight into the snow in the distance.

Cang Shu was also hit by two monsters at the same time, fell down on the snow and rolled several times, coughing uncontrollably, spitting out a puddle of blood, the red blood was very obvious in the white snow.

Cang Shu felt pain in his internal organs, and the roar of the monster was still in his ears. He tried his best to get up, but he still fell down.

Cang Shu tried to raise his head, a dazzling light flashed in front of his eyes, and he completely fainted.

Feijian broke through the wind and snow, drew an arc in the air, and the monsters closest to Cangshu were cut in half instantly!
After killing a row of monsters, Xing Ting immediately flew back to Yan Nanxu's hand. The blade was not stained with blood, only a little water dripped on it, and in this cold environment, it instantly condensed into frost and ice, crystal clear, like a sword in the dark night. Little stars.

Yan Nanxu raised his sword and flew to Cang Shu's side, but this time he did not directly kill the monster, but attacked the monster's legs and arms, making the monster unable to move.

He wants to capture these monsters alive.

After a while, the snow was filled with scorched black monsters that were constantly struggling. These monsters were so black that they couldn't recognize anything.

Yan Nanxu listened carefully to their roars. It was true that there seemed to be other sounds besides the low growls. Unfortunately, the tone was strange and Yan Nanxu couldn't understand it.

And what's even more strange is that each monster roars a little differently.

"Master? Here..." Nangong Mu ran over and was shocked to see such a scene.

Nangong Mu was called by Yan Nanxu in advance. Anyway, he already knew a lot, so he just asked him to take more cover.

"Take him back."

Nangong Mu Yiyan carried Cang Shu on his back, a little confused: "Master, why don't you tell him? But it's not too believable to say that I subdued all the monsters."

"No need," Yan Nanxu said slowly, "Just say you found him, and then I'll save you and subdue the monster."

As long as Yan Nanxu didn't come to rescue Cang Shu, it would be fine.

Nangong Mu didn't say anything, and left first.

"Host, can you hurry up next time, I'm afraid the protagonist will die, do I have to wait for the protagonist to pass out?" Ke just scared the system to death, looked at the monsters all over the floor, and asked: "These, what should we do?"

Naturally, take it back to verify the conjecture.

When the villagers saw that the immortal master led his disciples to bring back a group of terrifying black monsters, they all watched in horror.

After hesitating for a while, the village chief asked Yan Nanxu, "Immortal Master...you just killed these monsters, why did you bring them back?"

Yan Nanxu said bluntly: "Please come and identify it."

"What, what do you mean?"

"Look, is the missing person here?" Yan Nanxu pointed to the hideous monster.

The villagers paused for a moment, and after they realized it, they resisted with all their tongues──
"What do these things have to do with the people in our village?!"

"Don't come to scare people, those are monsters!"

"How could my elder brother be like this!"

The village chief also had an uneasy face, and said tactfully: "Please don't make such a joke, Master Immortal."

The crowd was furious, Yan Nanxu didn't insist anymore, but asked to find a place to lock up these monsters.

"Host, look at those monsters. They look like they've been roasted. They're pitch-black. Who can recognize them? The villagers definitely don't believe them," the system reminded.

Yan Nanxu seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly said: "Voice..."

"what?"

"The accents of those villagers are very similar to those mixed with the monster's roar..." I didn't pay attention at first, but now that I think about it, those words that I don't understand may be dialects.

"Master."

A disciple came in suddenly, saluted Yan Nanxu and said, "A lady asks to meet you."

Yan Nanxu didn't think much, and let the man come in directly.

The woman looked about 30 years old, a little restrained, and looked at Yan Nanxu cautiously.

"What's the matter?"

The woman's eyes dodged, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she begged softly: "Can you, let me take a closer look at those... monsters?"

Yan Nanxu made a gesture of invitation and took the woman to the room where the monster was held.

This place was originally an abandoned warehouse, where all the monsters were tied up and gathered.

The cold environment and the monster's low growls made it really scary.

The woman was also obviously frightened, but she still bravely approached the monsters slowly, looked over one by one, as if trying to identify something, and finally stopped beside a monster and stopped moving.

Yan Nanxu was not in a hurry, but waited patiently.

For a long while, the woman stared at the monster's finger, and said in a trembling voice: "I, my husband... He, he broke his index finger in an accident before, and it was inconvenient to work. At that time, he found a way to find a strange man who made it Helped him forge a metal finger, and after putting it on, he could move freely...why, why does this monster also have it on his hand..." The woman gradually began to cry after talking.

The monster's hand and the rest of its fingers had grown into long sharp claws. Only the index finger, because of the severed finger, did not grow longer. Although the strange metal finger was damaged, it was still firmly fixed on it.

"Amin! How did you become like this, Amin!!" The woman broke down completely and cried.

In the beginning, the person disappeared, no one was alive or dead, and I could barely comfort myself for the time being, probably the person was still there, and there was still hope, but now, not only is there no hope, but the person has become like this neither human nor ghost... …

Yan Nanxu quietly allowed the woman to vent her grief. When she heard the crying slowly subsided, she said, "Madam, can you pay attention? Is your husband talking about something?"

After being reminded, the woman listened carefully, and then burst into tears again, sobbing: "He's calling me, he's calling my nickname... Ah Ming, who killed you?!"

Calling his wife's name?

"Can you help me and listen to what the others are shouting?"

The woman looked at Yan Nanxu, and mustered up the courage to go to the monster one by one and listen carefully.

In the end, some were crying for pain, some were calling for help, some were calling for mother... There were all kinds of things, and there was no pattern.

I wanted to send the woman away, but the woman insisted on staying here with her husband.

"Master Immortal, I beg you, let me stay here, I will talk to him, maybe... maybe he can still recognize me..."

If it became like this, I'm afraid that the spiritual consciousness would have been destroyed long ago, and she was nothing more than a walking corpse, but seeing the woman's sad and expectant appearance, Yan Nanxu finally did not refuse.

These monsters have long lost their mobility, but they are safe.

"Master, what do those... mutant people mean?" After leaving the warehouse, the disciple beside him asked Yan Nanxu softly.

"Probably... it was the words he was shouting before he died."

Desperate wailing or obsession before death, this group of people died very painfully.

(End of this chapter)