Taoist is a bit salty

Chapter 247 Miss Zhenji Has Been Bad
"What kind of extreme little hobby?" The two monks couldn't help asking.

"Do you eat people? Those crazy monks who control the camp all eat people." From the eyes of the two monks hiding among the people, those monks who eat human flesh are all crazy monks.And the monks who control this large settlement are crazy monks.

They also didn't want to become crazy monks, so they quietly hid among mortals.

There are not many low-level monks hiding like them.There are even some scattered soldiers of the Taoist army hiding secretly.

"Cannibalism isn't an extreme hobby, is it? It's dehumanizing and becoming an evil thing.

When do normal people eat their own kind?

I'm talking about those who like to brutally kill their opponents, or like to learn how to slaughter small animals with blood..." said the little sergeant.

"Oh, these days, there are a few monks who go out to wander around that are particularly normal.

Bloodthirsty is nothing.It can only be said that the person's heart is ruthless, but it cannot be said that the person believes in evil gods. " said the two monks.

If you believe in evil gods, you don't know what will happen in the future. Many monks are cruel, cruel and tyrannical even if they are temperamental.I don't want to be a monster either.

"So when you go to that place, you will have a way to tell whether you believe in evil gods or not." The little sergeant said with great certainty.

"What do you mean? Where is that place?" The two monks couldn't help asking again.

Why does it sound a bit scary?
What is it that can be so powerful that it can sort out all the followers of evil gods at once?
Just when they asked the little sergeant, the team in front suddenly messed up, ah, wow, escape!Help!Give me a hand! !Who can help me.

Do not kill me!
Ah ~
All kinds of screams were heard one after another, and the fleeing crowd scattered the otherwise neat team into chaos.

Like gourds, they were pulled and chased everywhere.

The little sergeant who was still talking to them enthusiastically jumped forward.I'm busy with tasks.

Not only him, but the sergeants in charge of escorting them rushed up one after another.

One by one, it was like seeing a peerless prey.

Living corpses, how many of them haven't fought yet?

All I saw were huge black corpses mutated from living people, fighting and killing the surrounding soldiers recklessly.

The blood of the battle was flying everywhere, and it was indistinguishable.

Whether it is evil corpses or living corpses, their biggest characteristic is that they are not afraid of death.No pain either.

As long as the injury is not fatal, it basically does not affect the combat power.

Such an opponent is actually quite useful when mopping up the weak.

But when fighting against guys like himself, he has no advantage.

Both sides didn't care about their own injuries, and both were risking their lives.

At this time, as the party with high wisdom, the favored ones have their advantages revealed.

Many people were affected by them, either died, or were dragged away by the surrounding people covered in blood.

Therefore, the gods usually lure away the living corpses, stay away from the crowd, and form small battle circles by themselves.

As soon as the little sergeant who was talking to the two monks went up, he was attacked by a huge living corpse. It grabbed his abdomen with one claw, and pulled out a lot of flesh and internal organs from it.

The little sergeant wasn't idle either, he couldn't help but wondered if the other party had pulled out his stomach, so he pulled out a short bronze spear, stabbed upwards from the living corpse's jaw, and pierced it directly into the other party's head.

Both were defeated.

If it weren't for the short bronze spear used by the little sergeant, maybe the living corpse would have to drag the little sergeant along with it to explode before it completely lost its ability to move.It's a pity that the living corpse has no chance.

The power of the short bronze spear erupted, the living corpse froze, and then fell down.

Black smoke rose from the corpse of the living corpse. The thick black smoke seemed to be sucked away by the bronze spear, and the living corpse gradually shriveled and turned into fly ash.

After killing the living corpse, the little sergeant ran to other battle circles to help his comrades attack and wipe out other living corpses with the bloody hole in his stomach.

He didn't even have time to sprinkle some for himself.

It was because his comrades couldn't stand it anymore, so they got a lot of hemostatic medicine and applied it directly to him.

Aww, the little sergeant called that miserable.

I didn't see him crying even after his stomach was ripped out just now.

"Ahhhh, this is Master Zhenji's improved Hemostasis Powder, right? You said that you are free to exchange sacrifices for this terrible Pain Hemostasis Powder?" The little sergeant cried, While complaining.

"Can this depend on us? No matter what you want to exchange, you must first exchange ten packs of hemostatic powder at Master Zhenji's place, and then you can exchange other things. What can we do?" An older sergeant, namely It was the veteran who said angrily that he had just applied hemostatic powder to the wound of the little sergeant.

Master Zhenji can actually play bundle sales, you say it is annoying or not.

I don't know that it was the profiteer who taught Maki-sama badly.

"Then you use it yourself after changing it, why do you use it for me?" Xiaojun said in a morale manner.

"It's you who hurt, or I who hurt. Of course, it's better if you hurt." The old soldier was confident and confident, and he looked like a dead friend and a poor man.

"It's a pity that I still regard you as a big brother worthy of admiration." The little sergeant became even more angry.

"You have to say this twenty times a day, and you say it every time you see a man older than you. I can hear calluses in my ears." A certain big brother simply exposed the little sergeant's background.

The little sergeant was directly exposed.

It's embarrassing to roll over.The expression on his face was awkward.

For some reason, Maki-sama has developed the ability to refine and wholesale various potions.

Although this hemostatic medicine can make a burly man feel so painful that he doubts his life.But the effect is good.After using it, the bleeding will be stopped, and my internal organs and damaged inner abdomen have begun to regenerate and grow again.

Ooooh, it started to itch violently again.

They still like to sleep for one night and everything will be fine.At least not to suffer.The tickle is dead.

"I think Master Zhenji must have had a problem with us recently. Otherwise, why are the medicines made so difficult to deal with? Ahhh, it's so itchy. It's so itchy." The little sergeant yelled.

"Don't scratch it. It's not easy to scratch. If you become ugly, Master Zhenji will reject your sacrifice." The elder sergeant said.

The little sergeant originally planned to scratch his stomach with his hand, but immediately withdrew it. "Is someone ugly and rejected?"

"No, the old king from the tent next door scratched his face. Master Zhenji didn't confiscate his sacrifice for five or six days. Who made him scratch his face?! Hahaha.

Just tickle itchy.Endurance passed. "Another middle-aged sergeant said gloatingly.

"Then what should he do? Has he been unable to offer sacrifices?" the little sergeant hurriedly asked.

"It's just to teach him a lesson. General Wei has asked the doctor in the army to heal the wound on his face. He said that it will be completely healed in a few days." The middle-aged sergeant laughed. "He did it on his own. When he was injured, we asked him to treat him well. He just wanted to say that the scars on a man's face are proof of his bravery. Anyone who sees it should say hello.

In the end, Maki-sama couldn't say well.Hahaha... But he was frightened. "

Ordinarily, no matter what kind of injuries they received, as long as they were not fatal injuries.All it takes is a little sleep to fully recover.Of course, this is on the basis that you want to fully recover.

If you actively think about leaving scars.That scar will still be there.

Maki-sama is helping others, which makes you think about things.

The problem is that her ugly refusal is also real.

Maki-sama may actually be a goddess.

At first, everyone was in awe of her.

But after a long time, everyone found that Master Zhenji is actually quite lively and has a good temper.Sometimes they deliberately play tricks on them.

"Itchy...I'm so itchy." With the example of Lao Wang next door, the little sergeant didn't dare to scratch, so he could only jump around non-stop, like a big flea.

Only a dozen or so living corpses appeared, and the sergeants who were in charge of the escort killed them after three strikes.

An average of three or four people can find a living corpse.

After everyone finished the task, they were a little bit unfulfilled.Didn't kill enough.

When everyone regained consciousness after killing all the living corpses, they found that the team had completely dispersed.They ran off everywhere, so the common people and monks had to be caught again like chickens.

This method of arrest is quite time-consuming.

A certain two monks looked shocked and walked back together with a certain little sergeant who had a hole in his stomach.

"How can you still be alive with such a serious injury?"

"If it were me, I'm afraid I would have died long ago. I am at the third level of Qi refining, and I am not much better than ordinary people. When the evil corpses make trouble, I dare not rush to the front. I only dare to run for my life."

The little sergeant heard, "Then you are a little timid. When I was an ordinary person, I dared to follow my father to find a special terrain to attack those evil corpses."

"Child, you are amazing."

"I'm already twenty and two, how can I be a child?" said the little sergeant.

"Then why are you so fair and tender, young?" the other party asked abruptly.

Hearing this, the little sergeant immediately turned his big white eyes to look at him.

"This is the body training technique that I am practicing. After that, the skin has changed a few layers. The person grows smaller. It's not just me, everyone is like this.

There was an old man in our camp who looked like he was 60 or 25 years old in his thirties. Later, he practiced physical training and shed his skin the hardest.On average, a layer will be shed in a few days.As a result, he now looks like he is [-] or six years old.His daughter-in-law saw that he had changed drastically, so she gave up.Must also go to the altar. "

"Go to the altar?" The two monks looked at the little sergeant in puzzlement.

"Yeah, the altar is a good thing. If you are asked to go up, you should go up quickly. You will definitely not suffer." The little sergeant pointed out.

The sergeants in charge of escorting regrouped the common people and monks who ran to the inside of the camp.As for those guys who ran to the gate of the camp.

They didn't care, and they couldn't get out anyway.

Someone over there is in charge.

At that time, many people fled directly to the outside of the camp.

Hulala, a group of people rushed to the gate of the camp.But when they rushed to the gate of the camp, one, two, three... all of them stopped in unison.

Everything on his face was dull.

Outside the gate of the camp, there were three layers densely packed, and the outer three layers were soldiers from the God's Favored Legion, each of them holding a murder weapon with a stern expression, and they completely sealed off the gathering place.

"Come here so soon? Why are you running around? Who is responsible for bringing you people out? Line up, line up quickly. Do you hear me?"

The sergeants standing at the gate of the camp stabbed people with spears, and asked the monks and common people who had escaped to line up again.Those who are disobedient will directly hit the spear on the head and cover the face, and smash it.Immediately be honest.

After waiting for a while, the rear reorganized large troops came out.

"What's going on? Why was a team divided into two and a half by you? There are a bunch of immortals, and there are still a bunch behind. How do you work?" A guy with the appearance of a little general questioned his head and face.

The head of the small army who was in charge of the escort quickly ran out and respectfully replied, "Some believers of the evil god probably sensed that something was wrong, and suddenly rushed out to kill people indiscriminately, and wanted to escape. We were busy besieging those believers of the evil god, and as a result, some of them ran out .”

"How many evil god believers?"

"There are fifteen people who came out to make trouble."

"Fifteen believers, you have so many talents to encircle and suppress?" The young general looked like he couldn't believe that you were so useless.

"Hehe, it's not that I haven't seen living corpses before. When everyone was excited, they rushed to them to try their martial arts. As a result, those living corpses were too weak, and we killed them in a few hits.

Killing the living corpses was very fast, and it wasted a lot of time to call back the people who had run away. "

"You bastards, you can't think of anything when your brain is too hot. A living corpse is nothing. If you delay the generals' explanation, you will suffer. That's all, all right, take your team, and hurry to the west. " said the little general.

"Ok."

A huge altar stands on the flat ground in the forest.

Numerous soldiers of God's Favored were responsible for sending groups of people to the altar and escorting them away.

Because they are newcomers and most of them are ordinary people, the progress is slow.It was also found that believers of evil gods were directly killed.Some people couldn't accept that their relatives were killed because they were believers of evil gods, and they went crazy and wanted to kill the god-favored soldiers and soldiers around them to avenge their relatives.

These people will be taken away and disposed of.

In short, it will not end well.

In the early morning of the second day, the work of identifying and sorting the people in the original big camp was completed.

"Nearly two-thirds of the people are left in this camp." Wei Dongting and Song Zhengyuan rushed to report to Qinghu and the others.

"Try to transfer them to Fu Li City. There is a shortage of manpower there." Qing Jin said.Opening up wasteland and farming, building waterways, building bridges and roads, who doesn't need people?

"This is also a good idea. Han Juxing must thank us." Wei Dongting laughed.

"I heard that there are some cannibals in the nearby city. Such gangs must be eliminated. Otherwise, after we have cleared out the army of evil corpses, we will also need to clean up the army of living corpses. That would be annoying." Qing Hu also made a request. .

　It's the end of the month again, ask for tickets, hehehe
　　
　
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