Brother, this showman

It was already night when he regained consciousness again.

Ye Wenqing opened his eyes suddenly, only to feel a heaviness in his chest, and moved his hands, only to find that a stronger hand was holding him tightly.

It is a vassal.

"Junior Brother." Ye Wenqing's sanity gradually returned, and only then did he realize that he was being protected by Feng Lianchen, and a huge stone was pressing on his shoulder.

Ye Wenqing tried his best to break open the hand he was holding with Feng Lianchen, and just opened a finger, but was held again.

Ye Wenqing: "..."

The two big men clasped their fingers together like something.

So, Ye Wenqing wanted to break Feng Lianchen's hand again, but met a pair of deep eyes.

"Are you awake?" Ye Wenqing stopped his hands and asked with concern.

"Brother." Feng Lianchen called softly, holding Ye Wenqing's hand, "It hurts."

While speaking, he rubbed his head against Ye Wenqing's chest.

Ye Wenqing suddenly felt as if a little milk dog was lying on his body.

"It's okay." Ye Wenqing lowered his voice and rubbed his hair to express his comfort.

Because of the stone on Feng Lianchen's shoulders, Ye Wenqing didn't dare to make any movements, for fear that if he moved, the stone would roll down and smash the heads of the two of them.

Ye Wenqing sighed, and could only lie down in an awkward position with Feng Lianchen.

The two were very close, their eyelashes were brushing each other's faces when they blinked, and their mouths were about to kiss each other with a slight movement.

Ye Wenqing turned his head embarrassedly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Because Feng Lianchen had been staring at him intently, he was already a teenager, and he was even more charming under the hazy moonlight. The concentration in his eyes made people fall into it accidentally.

"Senior brother, it hurts." Feng Lianchen twitched the corner of his mouth.

When Ye Wenqing heard it, he turned his head quickly, never thinking that Feng Lianchen was so close to him, and his lips were still warm when he accidentally brushed his lips against his face.

Feng Lianchen froze for an instant, staring at him blankly.

"Yo, kissed?" Ye Wenqing, an old bastard who never knew what his face was, didn't respond shyly at all, and even felt a little regretful, "It's the first time in my life that I didn't kiss the cute little girl instead. My junior brother, hey."

"Brother, do you think it's a pity?" Feng Lianchen's eyes darkened slightly.

"Of course." Ye Wenqing raised his eyebrows, "You little bastard is cheap. I still want to keep it for my wife."

Feng Lianchen stared at Ye Wenqing's up and down lips, his eyes darkened slightly.

"It hurts." Feng Lianchen struggled to look away and shouted again.

"You kid." Ye Wenqing stretched out his hand and flicked his head lightly, "You are a man, you cry out for pain at every turn, what do you look like?"

Having said that, Ye Wenqing still rubbed his shoulders lightly a few times, thinking about how to remove the stone.

Under the endless darkness, everything that was buried gradually emerged.

The crackling of dead branches and the friction of stones are infinitely amplified in the silent night.

Ye Wenqing's eyes froze, staring at the place where the voice came from, the hand on Qingshuang gradually clenched.

With a "click", a white object flashed past in front of the eyes, and two long strips shook from time to time.

It turned out to be a rabbit.

Ye Wenqing hadn't let out his breath yet, when he saw a dark human body popping out from where the rabbit had left.

It's Zhou Lian!

Through the moonlight, one could vaguely see his eyes that couldn't find a trace of blackness.There was no expression on his face, the broken leg was still oozing blood, the short blade in his abdomen had long since disappeared, leaving only a blood hole there, but Zhou Lian didn't cry out in pain anymore.

"He is dead." Feng Lianchen whispered.

Zhou Lian walked forward slowly and approached them stiffly.

There were also strange noises all around.

"Those walking corpses from the village are here!" Ye Wenqing was very surprised.

"Zhou Lian." Feng Lianchen spit out the word slowly, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

From this point of view, the man's appearance was not accidental, but also in the plan of the two, and everything about him and his senior brother entering the village from the very beginning has been in their plan, including Zhou Lian's revelation.

This recognition made Feng Lianchen very unhappy.

The same goes for Ye Wenqing, who thought he had seen through their tricks, but in the end he was tricked and led here with painstaking efforts.Where did Zhou Lian bring him to find that man, he obviously recruited all these walking corpses.

Compared with the dozen or so walking corpses I saw in the village before, there are at least a hundred here, which really pales in comparison.

Turning the people in the village into walking corpses, who is so insane!

Suddenly, he felt light on his body, and his hand was pulled up.

Ye Wenqing looked at the stone rolled to the side in surprise, and knocked down a few walking corpses along the way, and then looked at Feng Lianchen. Judging from his observation just now, if he wanted to push the stone away, he would definitely It was thrown from the two of them.So he didn't dare to move around, but why did the stone change direction as if it had turned a corner?

Facing Ye Wenqing's suspicious gaze, Feng Lianchen coughed lightly: "The heavens favor me."

Ye Wenqing squinted his eyes, suddenly realized, and then sighed helplessly, this kid.

Zhou Lian got closer and closer, and the other walking corpses followed him in an arc shape.

The night was dark and the wind was high, deep in the mountains and old forests, a group of ferocious walking corpses uttered terrifying screams, no matter how you looked at it, it was creepy.

Ye Wenqing threw out the only talisman paper left, dragged Feng Lianchen and ran back, but when he touched his hand, he found something was wrong, but when he looked back, it was a walking corpse.

There was a half-smile, half-cry expression on his cyan face, and his head was shaking mechanically, as if he was saying hello to Ye Wenqing.

Ye Wenqing: "..."

Ye Wenqing was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand, and then wiped her clothes repeatedly.

"Junior brother!" Ye Wenqing opened his eyes wide and looked around. Where was Feng Lianchen's figure, he panicked for a moment.

"Feng Lianchen?" Ye Wenqing kicked away the walking corpses beside him, and walked forward.

Feng Lianchen still did not reply.

The walking corpses around him were still approaching, so Ye Wenqing simply took out the fairy rope and tied up these ugly walking corpses, making a way for himself.

After walking dozens of steps forward, a white light came into view, followed by the sound of fighting.

Ye Wenqing didn't hesitate, tapped his toes, and flew forward quickly.

Feng Lianchen knelt down with Wuming in one hand, and Wuming plunged into the ground vertically, and the reddish-brown liquid seeped into the soil along the blade.

And standing in front of Feng Lianchen was the man in black they had been looking for.

"Yo, you found it?" The man squinted at Ye Wenqing and said sarcastically, "Should I continue to hide?"

"Who are you?" Ye Wenqing stepped forward to block Feng Lianchen, Qingshuang pointed at the man.

"A...widow." The man said softly.

"Okay, it's the first time we meet, I'll give you a big gift." The man smiled.

"Fart!" Ye Wenqing cursed angrily, raised his sword and stabbed at him, "Isn't the gift of walking corpses enough?"

"It's not enough." The man flinched, easily dodged, and laughed, "This is just the beginning, take your time and enjoy it."

The sudden laughter was infinitely magnified in the open wilderness.

People disappeared again.

Ye Wenqing was a little depressed, and made people disappear under their noses several times.

"How are you, are you okay?" Ye Wenqing bent down to help Feng Lianchen up, and asked with concern.

Feng Lianchen panted heavily, stood up staggeringly, shook his head: "No problem."

Ye Wenqing frowned, leaned close to smell him, his eyes froze in one place, and then reached out and poked it.

"Hiss." Feng Lianchen couldn't help but yelled out.

"Is it okay to be poked a hole?" Ye Wenqing said.

"It's really fine." Feng Lianchen smiled slightly, put Wuming in the sheath, "Me."

The words that were not spoken in the back were interrupted by the screams in front.

Ye Wenqing turned around abruptly, and saw all the walking corpses who were originally bound by the fairy rope rushing towards them, the speed was like an arrow leaving the string.

Ye Wenqing's face was gloomy. The Immortal Sophie was constantly chopped with a first-grade spiritual weapon. Who is that man?

Without waiting for him to think about it, the walking corpse has already rushed in front of him, stretching out its long and sharp fangs, extremely ferocious.

Among them, Zhou Lian is the worst.

Zhou Lian has been pestering Ye Wenqing, Qingshuang goes up, he goes down, Qingshuang goes left, he goes right.Generally speaking, he is very agile and can always avoid Qingshuang's attack.

Feng Lianchen pierced the walking corpse hiding in the dark and wanted to sneak attack with his sword. He tried his best to stabilize his precarious body, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly.

"Can you still play like this?" Ye Wenqing widened his eyes, looked at the walking corpse that continued to get up in disbelief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and panted slightly.

It can't be killed, it can't be eliminated.

In other words, if they continue to consume like this, they will be the ones who will eventually run out of energy.

With a "bang", Wuming fell to the ground.

"Can you hold on?" Ye Wenqing walked to him and supported his shoulder.

"Yes." Feng Lianchen shook his head vigorously, slightly pushed Ye Wenqing away, picked up Wuming and scratched his fingertips, and drew strange talisman seals on the ground with the blood dripping out, while chanting strange words.

With the movement of his fingertips, a gust of fierce wind suddenly blew around the gravel, blowing directly until his face ached.

Eerie laughter came from all directions, and the walking corpses knelt down in unison, covering their ears with their hands, their faces gradually distorted.

"Where did you learn it?" Ye Wenqing grabbed Feng Lianchen's wrist, and suddenly remembered the enchantment in the cave before, a cold look appeared in his eyes.

Feng Lianchen paused his hand, did not raise his head, and continued to draw.

"I ask you where you learned all these messy things!" Ye Wenqing roared displeased.

"You can learn without a teacher." Feng Lianchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he withdrew his hand after the last stroke was completed. He met Ye Wenqing's gaze and curled his lips, "Do you believe me, brother?"

"What do you think?" Ye Wenqing asked back.

"I don't know." Feng Lianchen said with downcast eyes.

Ye Wenqing grabbed his collar and said viciously, "Did you learn it from those people in Huamanting?"

"No." Feng Lianchen said.

"Give me some restraint!" Ye Wenqing stared at him for a while, then let go of him, stood up and looked at the lying corpses.

Looking at Ye Wenqing's disappearing figure, Feng Lianchen's eyes darkened slightly, and then he looked at the talisman beside him, and smiled self-deprecatingly.