Chapter 25 Death is coming
It was not until night fell that Ding Hai brought Lin Jiu back to Yong'an Inn.

Lin Jiu, who had played for the whole day, was feeling very comfortable. Although he was quite mature in character, he was just a young man and still had some playfulness in him.

"Brother, the rice noodle rolls and water chestnut cakes from that restaurant are really delicious, almost comparable to the ones from Cuiminglou in Renjia Town, my hometown.

But if I’m being picky, Cuiminglou in my hometown is probably more to my taste.” Lin Jiu savored the food at dinner, thinking of his hometown, which he had not returned to for three years, and the perfect person who had waited for him for three years in his hometown.

"When you are free, you may come to my hometown, Renjia Town, and I will invite you to have morning tea at Cuiming Tower." After a brief moment of missing his old friend, Lin Jiu politely invited Ding Hai.

"There will be a chance." Ding Hai nodded and accepted Lin Jiu's invitation.

Renjia Town, this ordinary-sounding town, is one that Ding Hai will definitely visit when he has time in the future.

After all, this is the hometown of Lin Jiu, the "Saint Master of All Realms". If for no other reason, it is worth a visit just to reminisce about the past.

Chatting and laughing, the two walked through the lobby of the inn and into the backyard.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped into the backyard, a group of jumping figures ran towards them in the night.

Lin Jiu was frightened by this sudden scene and immediately took up a Baguazhang stance to prepare for the fight.

When Ding Hai saw this, he calmly grabbed Lin Jiu, who was about to take action, and took him aside.

"Junior brother, don't be impulsive. Make way for the gods of joy to go first. Don't bump into them, it will affect your fortune."

After Lin Jiu was pulled aside by Ding Hai, he suddenly woke up and realized that he had overreacted.

The platoon leader and Aying were also startled when they suddenly met Ding Hai and his companion. Especially when they saw Lin Jiu posing as a boxer, the platoon leader's hand involuntarily reached for the box gun at his waist.

"You two, this is just a misunderstanding. I think anyone would react if I suddenly saw you guys traveling late at night."

After listening to Ding Hai's explanation and seeing the road they made way for, the platoon leader relaxed his vigilance a little.

Indeed, it is normal for ordinary people to feel scared when they encounter a corpse driver late at night.

Otherwise, they would not choose to disguise themselves as corpse drivers to hide their identities.

After reaching this conclusion, the platoon leader nodded to Ding Hai and led the team out of the inn.

The weather is hot, and the bodies received last night must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a strange smell tomorrow.

Although it is normal for zombies to have a little smell, they, the living people, cannot stand the stench.

After watching the platoon leader and his group go away, Ding Hai and Lin Jiu returned to the room.

"Brother, those fake corpse-carriers are so brave. The corpse they brought with them is only one breath away from resurrecting.

Although after resurrecting, it is only a low-level wandering corpse, which can be dealt with by a few strong men, don’t they feel scared? "

Lin Jiu thought that if he became a corpse driver in the future, he would never be as reckless as these fake corpse drivers.

Anyone who knows a little bit knows that zombies are born from the resentment of heaven and earth, are not tolerated in the three realms, and do not belong to the five elements.

They use the evil energy of the earth as their foundation and feed on the blood of living people. They are the most difficult monsters to control.

If the conditions are not right, for the wandering corpse to transform into the black and white evil spirits, it will need to be nourished by the evil spirit energy for at least a hundred years.

However, if the conditions are right, there have been cases in history where zombies would skip over the Black and White Evils within a few days and directly transform into green zombies.

"For big opium dealers like them who work alone, their heads are always hanging by a thread. As long as they can make money, do you think they will care about these things?"

It may be an exaggeration to call the platoon leader and others desperate criminals, but once they are forced into a desperate situation, they are still brave enough to sacrifice their lives and directly bring down the emperor.

As long as you can make a lot of money, what does it matter if you carry a corpse that is about to turn into a zombie?
If the protective measures are appropriate and the zombies can be trapped, they would even dare to carry the transformed zombies with them on their journey.

“Besides, don’t expect these fake corpse-drivers to know any real skills.

I bet they had no idea that the body was about to turn into a zombie.”

The platoon leader and his group, unaware that Ding Hai and Lin Jiu were secretly talking about them behind their backs, safely passed the checkpoint out of the city and rushed to the mountains on the border of Fujian and Zhejiang overnight.

Every inch of land near Ma Xiangping has an owner, and it is difficult for strangers like them to find nearby villagers to buy cemeteries.

This place has enjoyed peace for a long time, and there are no mass graves or other places where corpses can be dumped at will.

Therefore, the platoon leader and others decided to target the mountains at the border between Fujian and Zhejiang.

Bring the body up the mountain, and if you have enough energy, dig a deep pit to bury it. If you don't have enough energy, just throw it into the hunting area of ​​wild beasts, and everything will be over.

The platoon leader and others who were used to walking on mountain roads could still travel very quickly.

After a night, they reached the edge of the mountains.

Looking at the vast mountains at the end of the road, the platoon leader and Aying led a group of fake zombies and plunged in.

After entering the dense jungle, the shadow warrior, the scholar and the others were too lazy to continue pretending to be zombies, and they took off the black gauze hoods on their heads and resumed their attire as living people.

"Platoon leader, I suggest we just dig a hole here and bury the body. I think this place is quite picturesque." The scholar, who was thinking about returning to Yong'an Inn to find a buyer and selling the opium paste so that he could go home, suggested.

The client only asked them to take the body out of the city and find a place to bury it, but did not specify how far away they had to bury it. So why were they so stupidly going into the deep mountains and forests?

The scholar's suggestion touched the minds of the other people, and led others to agree with it.

“No, there are still traces of woodcutters and hunters here. If we bury the body here, it will be discovered.

We will have to stay in Ma Xiangping for several days, so it is best not to offend that old man Miao. If this kind of tyrant gets really angry, it will be difficult for the seven of us to walk out of Ma Xiangping alive." The person who opposed burying the dead on the spot was not the platoon leader, but another leader of the seven-man team, Shadow Warrior.

He saw clearly that if the seven of them never went to Ma Xiangping again, let alone digging a hole to bury the body here, they could just find a random place to dump the body after leaving the city gate.

No matter how powerful the sitting tiger is, the scope of its influence is limited.

But after burying the body, the seven of them had to return to Ma Xiangping to find a buyer for the opium paste they were carrying, and they had to consider the consequences of offending Old Master Miao.

The platoon leader also thought of what the shadow warrior thought of.

"Stop complaining and take a rest. After you have rested, we will immediately continue our journey and try to bury the body before dark, and then return to Yong'an Inn."

As he spoke, the platoon leader raised an eyebrow at the shadow warrior and slowly pulled out the box gun from his sleeve.

Seeing this, the shadow warrior reached for the weapon bag on his waist with his right hand and immediately took out a boomerang that shone brightly.

Before the other people who saw this scene could react, the boomerang had already been shot.

"what."

"It's a tricky idea."

"Knife in hand, follow me and kill."

Before the boomerang could turn around, seven or eight strong men suddenly rushed out of the dense forest.

"Be careful!" the platoon leader shouted in a low voice, and at the same time quickly raised the box gun in his hand, aimed at the burly man closest to him and fired a shot.

The shadow warrior's eyes focused and he dodged quickly, at the same time shooting a boomerang directly at a burly man who was hiding behind a tree and aiming a crossbow.

"Bang!" The box gun made a deafening noise, and flames flickered in the darkness.

But the targeted enemy seemed to be prepared and dodged the attack flexibly.

The sturdy man who was shooting the crossbow also dodged the boomerang that was coming towards him.

The platoon leader and the shadow warrior looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes.

This group of people are experts, and their skills are no less than those of the two of them.

"Be prepared to fight to the death." After realizing that there would be no end to the situation today, the platoon leader shouted and rushed towards the enemy first.

The shadow warrior followed closely behind, his figure erratic and agile, and the boomerangs in his hands continuously drew deadly arcs in the air.

For a moment, the sounds of fierce fighting and screams were heard in the dense forest.

The platoon leader and the shadow warrior cooperated well, one used a gun to shoot from a distance, and the other used a boomerang to protect the area around the two of them. The combination of the two made it difficult for the enemy to get around.

However, the enemy is numerous and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

Soon, the platoon leader and the shadow warrior were in a tough fight.

The other members of the team of seven also drew their weapons and slashed at the enemy fiercely.

The scholar was agile and kept moving among the woods looking for opportunities to stab someone.

Yuanbao was very strong. He broke off a two-meter-long tree as thick as his wrist and then joined the battlefield waving it.

Although Aying looked like a coward, the short and capable hand axe in his hand unexpectedly knocked down a man.

After a fierce battle, the seven-member corpse-driving team finally killed all the enemies, but they also paid a heavy price.

In order to protect the platoon leader who was the most powerful, the shadow warrior's body was covered with knife wounds.

The scholar lost one eye and the fat girl had her arm broken.

Yuanbao's body was pierced by several crossbow arrows at varying depths. If it weren't for the branches and leaves of the small tree in his hand that helped weaken the kinetic energy of the crossbow arrows, he would have been dead even though he had thick skin and flesh.

Aying was the luckiest. He pretended to be timid the whole time and was not targeted by the enemy. He only had two or three shallow knife wounds on his body.

The Big Mouth in the team was the most unlucky. He fell into the enemy's trap while fighting with the enemy and was hacked to pieces.

Looking at Big Mouth's body, a trace of sadness flashed in the platoon leader's eyes, but reason told him that he could not stay here anymore. This was just the edge of the dense forest, and the gunshot just now must have alarmed the people nearby.

If they stay any longer, they will probably all be stuck here.

"Let's go." The platoon leader roared in a low voice.

"Platoon leader, what should we do with Dazui's body? I still have the strength to carry him." The naive Yuanbao didn't want to see his friend die in a foreign land without even a place to be buried.

As for the nameless corpse, no one could remember it at this time.

"Yuanbao, I know you mean well, but we can't let the dead drag down the living. You've been shot by so many arrows, even if your internal organs aren't injured, you're seriously injured.

Now, I have to let Big Mouth suffer. After this batch of goods is sold, I will personally deliver Big Mouth’s share to his house.”

The platoon leader thought about it and decided to reject Yuanbao's kindness.

Big Mouth is dead, but they still have to survive. Everyone is injured now, and they can't add any extra burden.

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