The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

And the number of people who survived was only more than 5,000.

A team of 10,000 people will die half an hour or two. Sometimes life is not as valuable as imagined.

Even worse, those who survived may not survive.

Because they are all infected with ghost poison.

The only good news is that the ghost poison they were infected did not immediately occur.

In other words, the ghost poison they are infected will have an incubation period of three days.

Xia Ermuran looked at the corpses everywhere, and didn't know why, but her mood calmed down.

Xia Er picked up a corpse lying beside the crack and slowly put him on the clearing.

Xia Er gently tidied the messy hair and torn clothes for the corpse.

She seems to want these people to walk decently.

The sky did not know when a light rain floated, and the inexplicable crying became clearer.

The entire Great Dragon City was filled with a sorrowful atmosphere.

People followed Xia'er and moved all the corpses scattered around.

Xiao Chen sat in the distance, watching all this quietly.

Liu Su Mingyue sat beside Xiao Chen and kept wiping tears.

The earth watered with blood is so coquettish and so dazzling.

Xiao Chen's heart was unusually calm.

Staggered eyes, a long journey, will eventually end in the graves of these people.

When the surviving people have done all this, the sky is already bright.

The sun barely showed his head.

The warm sunshine can't dispel the haze of the Great Dragon City.

The dead are lying on the ground peacefully, but the living people are getting more and more painful. Sometimes this world is so fucking.

Xiao Chen came to the place where the corpses was piled up and shook his head gently.

When Xia Er saw Xiao Chen, tears that had been enduring for a long time burst out.

"I want to cultivate." Xia Er knelt in front of Xiao Chen with a plop, choked and said.

Xiao Chen stared closely at Xia Er's eyes. In these beautiful eyes, there was no hatred, no sadness, only determination.

"it is good."

Xiao Chen nodded gently.

Since today, Xia Er has become Xiao Chen's second registered disciple.

"Senior." Zhang Long walked over at this time.

The iron-blooded man looked tired and bloodshot.

However, he is now more worried about how to deal with these corpses.

Is it buried? With so many corpses, this will be a huge project.

Burned? Where can I find firewood? It rained last night.

If you don't deal with it, let the corpses be left like this, not to mention that you can't get through emotionally, because there are so many corpses that will cause a plague.

Xiao Chen knew Zhang Long wanted to ask himself, but Xiao Chen didn't refuse either.

Xiao Chen used the characteristics of sky-shaking to absorb objects, sucking in a large amount of mud from a distance, and burying the empty space where the corpses were placed.

A huge tomb with five thousand people buried in this way was built in the Great Dragon City.

The people who had been calm all cried when the huge tomb bags were piled up.

The loud cries spread across the city, spreading far, far away.

This tomb buried their friends, family, and their hope.

People look into the distance, is there a place for them in this world?

But they may not know that death is already approaching them, and the terrifying ghost poison is lurking in their bodies.

"Let's go, follow me, it will be better, trust me." Xiao Chen led the surviving people and walked into the distance.

In this team, a new team of about a thousand people has been added.

They are the people who are sheltered by Mr. Confucian Temple and live in a small cave.

The husband is gone, the home is gone, and they have to embark on the road to find a place again.

Xiao Chen took them with him.

Facing the sun, Xiao Chen waved his hand to the distance, there is really a paradise there.

...

Walking is always hard.

Someone keeps falling down.

Xiao Chen caught a few huge beasts, and let them carry some old, weak, sick and disabled.

Zhang Long was a little nervous these past few days, because Xiao Chen's route was their destination.

Zhang Long is afraid, what problems will arise at that time.

Xiao Chen knew what the worried Zhang Long was thinking, but Xiao Chen didn't say anything.

He has been thinking about how to save these people who have been infected with ghost poison.

Today is the third day, I'm afraid the ghost poison will happen soon.

Suddenly Xiao Chen remembered something, that was the antidote refined by the **** of death.

This kind of antidote has a half chance of detoxifying oneself.

So can ghost poison be solved?

A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, and there is no other way anyway.

Xiao Chen blasted out a small pond and used a shaking style to attract potable water.

Melted the detoxification pills in the jade bottle into the pond.

There is no alternative.

There are too many people, and this method can only be used to dilute the detoxification pills. As for the effect, let it be fate!

After drinking the water melted with detoxification pills, people continued on their way.

Xia Er saw everything Xiao Chen had done, and was grateful.

This time God finally opened his eyes, and until the next morning, no one died from being infected with ghost poison.

In other words, Xiao Chen's antidote was effective.

Of course, if the **** of death knew that Xiao Chen had used the Detoxification Pill like this, he would surely vomit blood for three liters of anger.

Because the raw materials of the detoxification pills are extremely rare and can be a treasure of heaven and earth that can cure hundreds of toxins.

The reason why the poison on Xiao Chen's body didn't have much effect was because the poison on Xiao Chen's body was too poisonous.

In fact, the efficacy of detoxification pills is very violent. To save these people, two or three pills are actually enough.

As a result, Xiao Chen took ten of a bottle and used them all up.

Without the problem of ghost poison, the road seemed to be smooth again.

On the seventh day, people finally saw a big mountain.

A sacred mountain full of brilliance.

A red fire phoenix hovered and danced on the top of the sacred mountain.

The beautiful bird calls spread throughout the world.

The people all knelt down and worshipped the sacred mountain, tears streaming down their faces.

"Go home." Xiao Chen laughed.

At this moment, Xia Er cautiously approached Xiao Chen.

"Master...Father." Xia Er shouted a little jerky.

After discussion, Zhang Long agreed to Xia Er's transfer to Xiao Chen's sect as a registered disciple.

This is the first time Xia Er has called Master Xiao Chen in so many days.

Xiao Chen shook his head, "Master, it's a very heavy word. Besides, I don't have any plans to officially accept disciples."

"You call me husband, the preacher who is puzzled by karma."

Xia Er didn't know why, feeling a little lost in her heart.

"Sir, can you..."

Xiao Chen waved his hand and interrupted Xia Er.

Xiao Chen knew what she was going to say, just not to be a demon here.

Xiao Chen smiled and shouted in a loud voice.

"I am back."