lethal arsenal

Chapter 153

wow wow.

Wind and rain masked the sound of turning the earth.

Zheng Dongshan fell to his knees slumped to the ground, with a pile of raised mounds in front of him.

His whole body was filthy, his clothes were wet and clinging to each other, he was covered in dirt, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or mud. His cuffs were lifted up, revealing two thick arms, which were full of mud and water stains, a pair of big hands, ten All the nails were broken.

He buried his head in the mud and kowtowed, muttering some ugly words in his mouth.

"Big Brother, Second Brother, and Fourth Brother, don't blame me. This is the only chance to change my destiny in my whole life. In fact, I don't want to, but even if everyone escapes this time, so what?"

"The surname Li is very strict in running the army. If we don't die, we will shed a layer of skin. In this case, it's better to be brothers. In the Qingming Dynasty, I will burn a building for each of you, burn a girl, and burn a lot. A lot of money, brothers, brothers, don’t complain, don’t blame.”

In the soft soil, a pit that was not too deep and not shallow was dug.

Silt piled up on one side, forming mounds.

There were seven or eight corpses lying in the pit, facing the mud and their backs facing the sky.

There are two reasons why he was buried like this. One is that Zheng Dongshan didn't want to see those faces full of resentment.

The second reason is that there has always been a folk saying that burying the person face down means that one cannot stand up forever, so he asked for peace of mind.

"Brothers, younger brothers, if people don't do it for themselves, I want to spread my wings and hate the sky! If there is any relationship, I will pay back in the next life."

Zheng Dongshan, who was [-]% unhuman and [-]% ghostly, was covered with a pool of blood under his knees.

The scarlet was diluted into purple-black water stains in an instant. He jerked his head violently, and the eight brothers kowtowed eight times in a row, each with his head.

When he pulled out his head again, his forehead was light red, and he couldn't tell whether it was water or blood.

In the rainy night, there is a star in the distance.

……

During rainy nights, the mounds became thinner and thinner.

Zheng Dongshan grabbed large lumps of mud with his hands and threw them into the pit.

Burying these brothers is considered to be the last friendship, but the problem is...

The rain washes away, blurring vision.

Zheng Dongshan didn't notice at all that the corpse in the pit twisted its elbow back inadvertently.

The body moved.

It is at this time.

A skinny paw, silently, attacked from behind and wiped the busy Zheng Dongshan's neck,

That miserable green hair, anyone who sees it will be terrified.

Looking at the moment of success.

Boom!

There was a thunder in Tianjiao.

God saved Zheng Dongshan's life.

The furious thunder streaked across the sky, the bright lightning illuminated the night, the mummies were afraid of water, and the zombies were afraid of thunder.

The ferocious old zongzi was frightened by a thunderclap, like a startled mouse, and jumped back suddenly.

A strong fishy smell that could not be washed away by the rain rushed into Zheng Dongshan's nose.

Hearing the noise, he turned his head and saw a six-foot zongzi standing in the water.

It was a rotten face dripping with water, without the bridge of the nose, blackened fascia could be seen on the face, the green-haired flesh was drooping, and silky granulation was attached.

Only a pair of bald fangs covered the sky, shining coldly under the lightning.

"Zombie?"

Dazed, Zheng Dongshan couldn't understand why this thing appeared, but he reacted quickly and immediately yelled.

"Help!"

"There are zombies!"

He died without collapsing, and screamed out of fear, which alarmed the living Hades in the room.

Lin Dong jumped together and rushed into the backyard like lightning.

"Crack."

A large swath of muddy water splashed from the sewage pit, and a crooked figure holding a bell turned over and fell from the eaves, chopping it in with one foot.

"Unlucky, unlucky." The old man shouted again and again.

This old man is none other than Ye Maoshan, the subordinate of Venerable Maitreya who was in the same group as Yuan Kaishan and Wang Yihuai.

On that day, Tie Zhuang, who had been raised for many years, suffered a serious injury and was kicked off the cliff by Lin Dong.

The monkey-cheeked old man simply hid in the secret passage of Bailong Temple. He planned to check the current situation. If the situation was excellent, he would go out to pick up some bargains and win the trust of the leader.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Kaishan, the leader of the Four King Kong, was defeated.

The old man had a thought, and simply fled along the secret path, and picked up the iron stiff that was smashed by his fist at the foot of the mountain, sewed it up, and brought it to Yizhuang to nourish the yin energy.

It's not a coincidence, I met Lin Dong again today.

"How courageous, I didn't expect that you would dare to rescue the Holy Mother of Splitting Mountain."

Lin Dong crashed into the rain and roared.

His whole body lingered with vigor, bouncing off the flying raindrops.

Lin Dong charged forward, stomped on the ground, and hit the zombie's head with a big kick in the air.

The huge head with protruding fangs was shoveled off with one kick.

With the sound of cracking bones, the head whirled and flew out.

Lin Dong propped himself on the ground with his legs, and landed steadily. The headless zombie leaned forward and fell down. After just one encounter, the corpse that had already started to grow green hair was knocked to the ground.

The old man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his knees softened and he knelt down.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

He kowtowed and knelt down.

This old man doesn't have any intention of saving the Holy Mother of Splitting Mountain, he just intends to raise the corpse here to adjust his breath.

This piece of Yizhuang has been abandoned many years ago.

When the old man came here, there were corpses with bare coffins everywhere.

He buried the dead, cleaned up the inside and outside of the Yizhuang, and planned to rest here for a year or so before leaving the rivers and lakes.

Who knew the world would be such a coincidence?
Lin Dong and his team unexpectedly came to the door.

The old man fled neatly into the backyard, and then jumped onto the eaves to hide.

As for the repaired iron rigidity, he put it in the dry well, and when Lin Dong and his party left, it was considered to have escaped.

who knows.

A group of officers and soldiers broke in on the way, and most importantly, these soldiers were killed by Lin Dong and others.

The bloody smell awakened the zombies in the dry well, and the zombie's corpse gas stimulated the resentful corpse to explode.

This forms a perfect closed loop.

It wasn't the monkey-faced old man who wanted to kill Zheng Dongshan, but the brother Paoze who was full of resentment in that pit.

The old man was in bad luck.

Lin Dong glanced ferociously at the old man, his eyes flickering uncontrollably, he didn't know what plan he was planning.

At this time, Lu Ping and Lu Xiaoxiao also came to the backyard one after another.

The two women glanced at the old man with a sharp face and monkey cheeks.

Lu Xiaoxiao immediately yelled, "It's Fan Yuanlu, the traitor from Bailong Temple."

She waved her sleeves violently, and the white silk and satin pierced through the rain like a nimble dragon.

Lu Ping suddenly stretched out his white palm and grabbed Lu Xiaoxiao's wrist.

The swimming white silk lost its strength in an instant, fell from the air, was drenched thoroughly by the rain curtain, and fell wet into the mud.

Compared with this holy lady, shopkeeper Xiao Lu is obviously much calmer and can distinguish priorities.

She called out softly: "Please also ask the general to kill this villain for us. I will offer treasures as a reward."

These words can be regarded as reaching Lin Dong's heart.

As a master who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles, it's easy to ask Lin Dong for help, just add money.

Don't look at him flirting with Lu Xiaoxiao in the room before, but Lin Dong clearly distinguishes between public and private.

In terms of understanding, Lu Ping knew more about Lin Dong.

Lin Dong was about to respond, when he heard Fan Yuanlu suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Please spare me my life, General, I have all the treasures of Bailong Temple for several generations, and I have all the inheritance of the Dharma lineage. May the general, give me a way out for this lonely old man, so that I can repay the general's great kindness."

In the torrential rain, the old face that was soaked by the rain was full of fear.

Fan Yuanlu looked at Lin Dong, his knees were stuck in the mud, and his skinny palms were tightly grasping his thighs.

Hahaha.

Lin Dong smiled strangely, he neither let Fan Yuanlu go, nor agreed to the request of Holy Maiden Bailian to kill him.

He rolled his eyes, raised his head, and beckoned to Zheng Dongshan who was in the mud: "Xiao Zheng, if you come to preside over this matter, do you think this person should be killed or not?"

The heavy rain poured down, and amidst the pattering rain, Lin Dong's majestic voice, like a prison, resounded clearly in the ears of several people.

At this moment, there is no longer a cooperative relationship between Lin Dong and the White Lotus Sect.

Instead, he put himself in a higher position, as a law judge, presiding over the entanglement between the Maitreya and the Holy Maiden factions in the White Lotus Sect.

This is an extremely detached position.

Fan Yuanlu couldn't help being overjoyed, there was light in his eyes, as if he saw life.

However, Lu Xiaoxiao's expression became extremely resentful. Only now did she realize that her previous operation obviously failed to impress this hard-hearted man.

"A sweet kiss for nothing."

She was full of resentment in her heart, but she was helpless.

(End of this chapter)