Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

When Anle and Ye Ling'er walked back to the camp, they saw a glaring bald head.

This man had a ferocious look, and was wearing heavy armor that looked like a fortress. There was a strong smell of blood on the armor, and one could tell at a glance that he was a veteran of the battlefield.

The bald man's name is Tu Yuanwu, and he is also a captain of the Qingzhou Zhenling Division.

Although Anle had met him several times, their relationship was very distant. She had also heard that he had expressed his dislike for her in private.

Seeing Anle coming over, Tu Yuanwu glared at him without any courtesy.

"Captain Lu, why did you tie up my people?"

Tu Yuanwu was a man of great loyalty, and he treated his warriors as brothers. At this moment, he thought Anle was bullying others by taking advantage of his power, so naturally he did not look happy.

Anle said calmly: "They have been infected with corpse poison. If they are not kept under strict supervision, more people will be killed."

"Corpse poison? What kind of corpse poison?"

Tu Yuanwu frowned, and immediately a warrior came to him to explain a few words.

But after listening to it, Tu Yuanwu sneered twice: "Absurd! It's simply nonsense!"

"I've never heard of those refugees being so capable. Lu Bin, could you at least find a better excuse?"

In fact, he had long disliked this handsome scholar.

She has delicate skin and tender flesh, just like a little girl. She doesn't look like a warrior at all. She is always timid and uneasy in her actions.

Tu Yuanwu hated Anle for another more important reason - he had the opportunity to become the seed of a divine general of the Qingzhou Zhenling Division, and had a very good relationship with Tie Lao. However, he never expected that a newcomer who had just joined the Zhenling Division not long ago would be noticed by Tie Lao and given a fragment of a divine general's armor.

How could Tu Yuanwu not feel hatred when such a great opportunity was taken away from him?

It is normal to show this attitude at this moment.

Hearing Tu Yuanwu's words, An Le remained calm, cupped his hands and said, "In that case, I'll take my leave first."

After saying this, he left with Situ Yuan and several of his warriors.

Before leaving, Anle looked at the other men under Tu Yuanwu with pity.

Seeing his reaction, Tu Yuanwu's heart suddenly jumped and he had a bad premonition.

At this time, the warrior next to him asked carefully: "Master Tu, what should we do? Do we still need to tie them up?"

Tu Yuanwu actually believed Anle's words to some extent, but he had just said those words. If he tied up these three people now, wouldn't that be a slap in his face?

He had no choice but to say stiffly: "Let them go, but keep a close eye on them."

With him guarding here, nothing serious should happen.

******

"Brother Lu, that bald guy is so abominable!"

Situ Yuan walked beside An Le and said indignantly, "We were kind enough to help, but you didn't even respond to us. Your kindness is really taken for granted."

Anle didn't care and didn't take this little thing to heart at all. He asked.

"Did you find out anything from the interrogation of that one-armed man?"

Another warrior next to Situ Yuan looked helpless: "He is not afraid of pain at all. Even if we torture him, we won't be able to get anything out of him."

Anle had anticipated this and simply said, "Report all the information you have collected, and let me interrogate him."

Soon, he was brought to the big man.

The one-armed man had a piece of rag stuffed in his mouth and his body was tied up with several thick iron chains, his skin was broken and there were several horrific scars on his body, which seemed to be left by torture, but there was no pain on his face, only contempt and hatred.

"You all stand down."

Anle gave orders to the warriors around him, and they naturally followed his orders.

As soon as he took the rag out of the big man's mouth, he started to curse: "Damn you dog official! You are worse than pigs and dogs, I..."

Before the big man could finish his dirty talk, Anle glanced at him coldly.

The man, who had remained indifferent despite all kinds of cruel tortures, suddenly trembled in his heart, and his stiff body felt inexplicably cold, but he still spoke with his neck stiff.

"You bastard, I've fallen into your hands this time. Instead of wasting time, why not give me a quick death?"

After saying that, the big man tilted his head back, pursed his lips, and looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Anle stared at him seriously: "You'd better not force me."

The one-armed man just sneered: "Oh, use whatever means you have! When I die and reach the immortal world, I will repay you tenfold!"

Anle sighed softly and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, they had turned pitch black, with an infinite depth hidden within them.

The one-armed man who was being stared at by these eyes had a gradually confused expression, and his consciousness seemed to be pulled out of his body, and he came into pure darkness. In that twisted depth, it seemed as if countless eyes were watching him.

The man's shallow culture made it impossible for him to describe his feelings at this moment in words. He only felt as if he was thrown into an endless deep ocean, and he developed a fear of his own insignificance.

He had lost the sense of physical pain, but the fear and despair in his mind and soul overwhelmed him like a tide.

"no no……"

The big man let out a desperate wail, tears streaming down his face.

He fainted for half a minute, then suddenly woke up, gasping for breath, breaking out in a smelly cold sweat, and then looked at Anle in front of him with an expression of great fear.

"W-what are you?"

Anle said calmly: "You don't need to know who I am."

"Next, I ask and you answer."

Facing Anle's gaze, the man only felt a fear from the bottom of his heart, as if it had already reached the depths of his soul.

'He is definitely not a human!'

"Demon! This is an inhuman monster!"

The man couldn't help but roar in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any abnormality on his face, and said tremblingly: "Okay."

Although he is not afraid of death, it does not mean that he is willing to die in extreme fear.

Anle looked at him and said, "From your body shape and muscles, you must have been a martial artist, right?"

"He speaks logically, not like an ordinary farmer. His family must be well off."

The one-armed man answered honestly: "My family used to have a farm that supported more than a dozen people, so I had the opportunity to practice martial arts."

At this point, his eyes became more bloodshot, and he said bitterly: "If it weren't for the court, because of you...their dog officials, how could I have fallen to this point?"

"The beast in the county magistrate's family has taken a fancy to my sister. He collected taxes again and again, saying that he wanted to go to war, and confiscated our pigs and sheep. Later, he also injured my parents and forced my family to death!"

"I was so angry that I beat the little beast to death with a stick, and then fled to the mountains with my family."

"We were almost starving to death, but luckily we met a kind man who taught us the human immortal method, which gave us a way to survive."

When the man said this, his tone was full of gratitude.

Obviously, even now, he still thinks that the human immortal method is a good thing.

Anle did not argue with him on this point. People who practiced the immortal arts were like brainwashed fanatics. No matter how much he talked, it would be useless.

They only believe what they want to believe.

Moreover, from another perspective, which is more unfortunate, starving to death or becoming a zombie?

Not feeling pain may be a good thing for these civilians living in despair.

Anle actually felt some sympathy for them, but he was also very clear that when the refugees practiced immortal arts and spread corpse poison on a large scale, they were already on the path of self-destruction.

Without caring about right or wrong, Anle just asked: "What does the person who taught you the human immortal method look like?"

The one-armed man hesitated at first, then after thinking hard, he froze for a moment and said in confusion, "I forgot..."

"forget?"

Anle frowned and looked at the man.

His expression did not seem fake, as if he really did not remember what the man looked like, and he had never noticed this before.

Anle's mood became heavier: "Does the other party still have the means to forget his memory?"

The unknown monk was very cunning and cautious, and he might have used this method on everyone who saw his true face.

But this gave Anle a sense of familiarity.

He continued, "Why were you sent here?"

The one-armed man did not dare to hide it: "The people above said that some lackeys from the imperial court would come and asked us to intercept them."

Sure enough, their attack was premeditated.

With such a large force, they dared to attack the warriors of Zhenling Division. For ordinary people, it was undoubtedly very crazy and they would never take on such a task.

However, most of the refugees who practiced immortal arts had gone crazy, and only they would unconditionally carry out such a suicidal action.

Anle even suspected that these refugees themselves were regarded as consumables by some of the rebels, so that they would cause some trouble to the army of the Great Tai Dynasty before they completely turned into zombies that bit anyone they saw.

Even if there is only a slight loss, you can still make a huge profit.

Every warrior in the Zhenling Division needs several years of training before they can fight, but in the war-torn Liuzhou, the last thing they lack is refugees, and there are plenty of them.

Such an exchange is undoubtedly what the enemy would like to see.

Next, Anle asked the man for some more information and then handed him over to others.

The warriors were all extremely surprised to see the change in the one-armed man's attitude.

Now he even has some nervous breakdown, as if he is worried that he will be attacked fatally at any time.

When leaving Anle, the man breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had escaped the gaze of some monster.

Everyone was a little reluctant to think about what Captain Lu had done to make the man who had previously resisted death and remained unyielding become like this.

******

at dusk.

The post road seemed particularly quiet and empty, with unattended roadsides overgrown with weeds and a sense of desolation.

There was a faint smell of rancid blood wafting in the air in the distance.

This was once a very prosperous main road, but now it was in a state of decay and ruin. The post station not far away had been smashed and damaged, with a few naked bodies lying vaguely visible, which made everyone sigh.

"Roar... Roar!"

At this moment, a hoarse roar suddenly came from the ruins of the post station.

A zombie that could barely be seen in human form came out and pounced towards the crowd.

Its body was severely decayed, with black, sticky blood and dirt mixed together indistinguishable from each other, and the pale bones on its face were directly exposed to the air.

This zombie was not tall, but rather petite, with a bulging belly. When she was alive, she was most likely a pregnant woman.

boom!

There was no need for Anle to take action, as the warriors around him quickly blew the zombie's head apart.

This is the zombie's weak spot.

Without its head, it staggered to the ground and was then burned by a warrior. Only then did everyone feel relieved.

After traveling for most of the day, the warriors of Zhenling Division have gained some experience in dealing with zombies. As long as a third-level warrior wraps his body with qi and blood, he will basically not be hurt by ordinary zombies. But if it is a zombie transformed by a warrior, the situation is naturally another matter.

"Why is there this kind of shit everywhere?"

Situ Yuan sighed and couldn't help but speak.

Along the way, scattered zombies can be seen almost everywhere.

They often wander aimlessly in ruins and forests, and once they smell the breath of a living person, they will attack without hesitation.

In other words, the warriors of Zhenling Division are all elite, otherwise there would have been casualties long ago.

What made them feel most depressed was that they had not encountered a single living person since they set foot in Liuzhou.

It is obvious that the people of Liuzhou either fled the place or became part of the zombies.

Seeing this scene, Anle sighed in his heart: "This is a scene that only appears in Resident Evil."

Many warriors were in very low spirits and seemed extremely depressed.

They no longer want to think about how many people have died in Liuzhou now.