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Zhong Lihua raised his chin to signal Zhong Fufeng to open the door. Everyone held their weapons and held their breath.

The door opened suddenly, and the scene in front of them was like a hammer hitting everyone's chest.

The whole village, no, dead bodies, all stood up.

They slowly gathered in one direction, as if something attracted them there.

Zhong Yan quickly rushed out of the thatched hut, Yu Jian flew up, his eyes felt hot.

Qin Muyun was in the middle of the dead body at this time, and many walking corpses waved their hands at him, and the wind blew through the throat like a broken window and whispered hoarsely.

The person standing in the middle was stunned, with blood spilling from his mouth and nose.

Qin Muyun saw Zhong Yan flying towards him. At this time, he described it as a failure. He hid in the neighboring village for a few days and dared not see anyone. When he suddenly saw Zhong Yan, the first thing he thought of after reacting was to run away.

"Stand back!" Zhong Yan yelled, pointing the tip of his sword at the gathered corpses, protecting Qin Muyun behind him with one hand.

Qin Muyun's body was stiff, and his lips trembled as he said, "Go quickly..."

Hurry up.

Qin Muyun's eyes were red with anxiety, and his delicate face was deathly pale.

"Brother Yan... let's go..."

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Yan felt a sword piercing through his abdomen, and was caught off guard.

At the same time, Qin Muyun felt his internal organs were torn apart.

He threw down the sword in despair, unable to control his body and flew away.

Zhong Yan fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

At this moment, Zhong Lihua arrived and calmly said, "I'll go after him, Ziyuan will deal with the aftermath."

Zhong Yan was seriously injured, and the surrounding dead bodies were in urgent need of healing.

These are ordinary villagers who have not turned into evil spirits. They cannot be taken away and taken to the Jiling Pavilion to be destroyed. They can only be buried on the spot to appease them.

Everyone began to use spiritual power to reassure the dead.

The group of corpses that were screaming just now gradually calmed down, their faces were peaceful as if they had fallen asleep, they were finally buried at the entrance of the village, and marked with a soul-suppressing monument.

After doing all this, Zhong Yan was already past midnight, Zhong Yan was seriously injured, and after Yoyo woke up, he refused to return to the Zhong Mansion.

Zhong Fufeng had no choice but to send spiritual power to him, and the bleeding from the wound stopped temporarily.

Zhong Lihua came back at Yinshi, his plain clothes were covered with dark black blood clots, and a comatose Qin Muyun lay at his feet.

Seeing Qin Muyun lying silently, Zhong Yan wanted to push himself forward to check.

Zhong Fufeng felt a headache, and immediately stopped him, "He is unconscious now, don't send him to his death."

Zhong Yan pretended not to hear, but still got up.

"Don't move, I'll do it." Zhong Lihua hugged Qin Muyun in front of him, "I didn't make a move, he passed out by himself. I think it's... exhausted."

In other words, this is still a living person.

Zhong Lihua found a rope and was about to tie Qin Muyun up, but Zhong Yan stopped him immediately.

Zhong Lihua sighed, he understood Zhong Yan's temperament and iron-clad attitude, so stubborn that it was almost unreasonable, so he didn't say anything, and walked aside.

Zhong Yan raised his hand and stroked Qin Muyun's hair, feeling as if his heart was being pulled, and he was suffocated to the point of pain.

This person makes him feel bad.

The Qin family was poor, and Qin Muyun knew that he had to live up to his expectations. Sometimes even Zhong Yan couldn't stand up to Zhong Yan when his small stature became stubborn.On the day he left Zhongfu, he came to him in a hurry, saying that his mother had a dispute with people from the neighboring village and was injured, so he had to go back and have a look.

Zhong Yan agreed immediately.

If he had known that going there would be like this, how could he let him go down the mountain alone?

He leaned his back against the wall and kept his eyes open, too confused to rest.

The few people rested in such a state of confusion for several hours, and when the sky was completely bright, Qin Muyun woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the people around him complicatedly, and then closed them immediately, his heart filled with ashen tranquility.

"Kill me."

Zhong Fufeng couldn't hold his breath, and immediately asked him what happened.

Qin Muyun closed his eyes, and tears rolled down from the side.

How did he know exactly what happened?

After going down the mountain that day, he went home and saw his mother was so sick that she was dying. Even if he was heartbroken and angry, he was just trying to reason with the person who bullied his mother, and had no intention of hurting anyone.

He didn't make a move even after arguing with the family, and then, out of nowhere, he suddenly lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found that everyone in the village was dead.

The neighbors who took care of him, the peasant women who helped them, all of them, died tragically.

And his body, hands, and face were covered with blood.

What hurt him even more was that his mother had also died.

He was so painful that he didn't dare to bury those corpses at all, he just buried his mother hastily, and then hid.

Hide and tie yourself up, even try to kill yourself.

But just when he was about to kill himself, he lost his consciousness again, and then killed more people.

That's when it was seen.

That's all he remembers.

Qin Muyun said this while kneeling in front of Zhong Yan.

After finishing speaking, he didn't dare to look up at Zhong Yan's face, and only repeated, "Brother Yan, kill me."

From the beginning to the end, Zhong Yan's face was pale and he didn't say a word.

Finally, he put his hands on his shoulders and said, "Let's go, let's go back to Zhongfu."

Zhong Yan understood what he was going to face when he was brought back, and he was ready.

No matter what it is, he will face it with him.

In the Zhongfu, the meeting hall looked empty, solemn and solemn.

After Zhong Zhiwen listened to Zhong Lihua's narration, he remained silent for a long time.

At this time, even if he wanted to deal with it, he had to draw an array to clear him of his demonic obstacles first.

But this is a very tricky thing.

There was no real evil in Qin Muyun's body, the Patriarch's forehead was sweating, and Qin Muyun in the center of the formation was in unbearable pain.

He felt as if his viscera were cut open one by one, every muscle and bone spasmed, and in the end, he went crazy.

Only then did everyone see clearly that Qin Muyun, who had gone berserk, was only attacking Zhong Ziyuan. He had a clear target, and he struck fiercely. His face was terribly pale, his body was neat and his moves were sharp, and his hands seemed to have turned into sharp swords.

But these are not like being possessed by evil spirits.

This in itself should no longer be human!

Zhong Yan flew to stop with injuries, Qin Muyun waved his hand and hit Zhong Yan's abdomen again, his wound was torn open again.

Zhong Ziyuan stepped forward to block, Qin Muyun knocked down his saber, and brushed Chi Xingqian's neck with his left hand, almost cutting off his pulse.

After delivering this final blow, Qin Muyun finally fell to the ground.

The person woke up again.

He struggled to look around, everyone's alert eyes reminded him of what happened just now, he found Zhong Yan's figure, and tremblingly called Brother Yan.

Seeing that Zhong Yan's abdomen was bleeding profusely, he finally burst into tears.

"Brother Yan, what have I become?"

Zhong Fu couldn't keep him anymore.

This was understood the moment Qin Muyun woke up just now.

Chi Xingqian went to check the injury, but his arm was scratched a little, and it was not serious, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Muyun walked up to Zhong Yan on his knees, "Brother Yan, I was the one who hurt you again."

His eyes were so empty that it seemed that he would no longer shed tears, "Am I already dead?"

So can no longer "die".