The Heartless Mage Chapter 173: Soul

Wuxin is completely ignorant of his own future. After the crowd passed, his feet fell to the ground. Su Tao had long seen that he was pretending, but he didn't dare to ask in public. Now that the people are gone, she said in a small voice: "Wuxin, why don't we follow them?"

Wanxin turned to look at Su Tao and suddenly sighed. A teenage girl shouldn't be born and die in a backcountry.

The person in front took a turn along the mountain road, and after turning a turn, there is still another turn. Wuxin took Su Tao back to the truck. There was no one inside and outside the truck. He climbed into the cab along the wide open window and took out a packet of cookies that the driver had hidden.

The biscuits are wrapped in oiled paper and look like soap, a square block. Wuxin and Su Tao quickly ate all the biscuits, then returned to the original path and continued to wait. It was really dark, and the night wind was blowing coldly, and no one returned. Wuxin couldn't wait any longer, opened her schoolbag and said, "Miss, you accompany Taotao, I'll take a look."

Bai Liuli spit out a letter and agreed.

Wuxin walked along the dirt road, and after turning a corner, he saw a ghostly figure hanging in the air. The ghost image is slowly fading, and the soul is like a faint meteor, escaping from him. He recognized Ghost's identity as the driver of the lead truck.

A gust of wind swept the ground, mixed with sweet blood. Wuxin continued to walk slowly, and as he walked, he stopped at a curved intersection. Putting his head out and looking aside, he saw an empty, rough road. It was bumpy because the road surface was affected by the explosion. A few listless ghosts floated in the air, all of them looking unsightly, probably also affected by the explosion.

Wuxin is not afraid of ghosts, especially the new ghosts are weak and seem to be scattered. Taking a gentle step and turning the corner, he continued to walk forward. At the end, they stopped in front of the big pit in the middle of the dirt road. The mountain wall on one side of the road had collapsed, and the other side was a steep downward slope. The steep **** was more than ten feet deep. A big truck was rolling on the bottom of the **** in pieces, and the hood of the rear bucket was still there, and it was vaguely visible that there were people under the hood.

It's normal for people in the truck to die, but the people who came to find them shouldn't be lost along with them. Wuxin squatted on the side of the road and stretched out one leg, and tried on the steep slope. It didn't feel slippery, so he ran and slipped all the way down and went straight to the truck.

The further down you go, the heavier the blood is. Wuxin stopped in front of the truck and just straightened up, but suddenly a cool breeze slanted across his nose. The broken hood of the truck was lifted by the wind, and a hand covered with dried blood was stretched out to him.

Man has been dead for a long time and has hardened. Wuxin stared at the hand in front of him, and suddenly found that it was a bit weird - the palms and wrists were clean, and the thick black blood started to spread down from the tips of the fingers. If it is said that the fingertips are injured, the nails are all intact and there is no wound at all.

Unintentionally, he turned around and walked towards the cab of the truck. The truck was lying on the ground, and the window of the cab turned upwards into a skylight. The driver seemed to have tried to climb out before he died, and his upper body was stretched out of the window, but his legs were stuck under the seat with broken bones and tendons. He stretched out his hands and lay on the door, his face was down, but he was still clean.

Inadvertently knows that the driver is not empty-handed, and there must be weapons hidden by his side. Climbing up to the door and standing firm, he grabbed the back collar and lifted the driver up. The driver straightened up with his arms stiffened, his head still lowered. He neatly pulled the driver out of the car door and pushed it to the ground. He jumped into the cab himself. Because he has been walking around with the truck in recent days, he has learned a lot, so he immediately took out a leather belt from under the seat. Sheathed machete.

Getting up from the broken car window, he leaps to the ground. Just as he was about to step towards the back of the truck, he paused and suddenly felt a strange movement behind him. One took off the leather sheath on the knife, and he slowly slid the blade across his palm. Suddenly turning back, he saw the driver's face.

The driver's face has been smashed beyond recognition by broken glass, and a dark wound has been split in his throat. He stumbled to his feet and rushed towards Wuxin, he opened his mouth slightly, and there was a faint white corner in his mouth, which was a crumpled paper talisman. Wuxin didn't move at first, but when he got close, Wuxin swung a knife horizontally, the cold light passed, and the head fell to the ground. The body was disconnected from the paper talisman, and immediately fell back stiffly without moving.

Inadvertently turns around and walks towards the back of the truck. Standing quietly at the rear of the car, he looked inward with his machete, and saw people in the car stacked on top of each other, as if they were still rushing out, all of them with their hands open, making a loud expression. , the eyeballs seem to be about to pop out of their sockets, and on the elongated and twisted face, a mouth is all abnormally large. A piercing wind blew on Wuxin's back, and a piercing owl sounded in the air.

Wuxin suddenly looked up to the sky and saw the dark shadow of the big owl. And the big owl's eyes are no worse than him, and he lowered his head to look at him, the big owl closed its mouth, and immediately turned around and flew along the same path.

The tip of the knife lifted the hood of the rear bucket, and inadvertently took a step closer to the rear of the car. Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the car, as if someone was scratching the iron plate of the rear bucket with their fingernails. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the nearest row of corpses, and he suddenly grinned, because he found that they were all without exception, and their fingertips were all covered in blood. Under the moonlight, their lips were also dark red—the color of dried blood!

Raise the machete with one hand, the blade reflecting the light of the moon. The silver-white light flashed away, with a faint sound of "cha". A head rolled off, and a blood-stained paper talisman was stuffed in the neat cavity.

Inadvertently, he reached out to take the paper charm and threw it back. Then he grabbed the long hair of the other head, and he slashed again with the knife. Ding Mao's tactics really disgusted him. A very good life was destroyed by him at a young age for no reason; a very good body was used by him at a young age for no reason. Wuxin didn't have the time and energy to leave them with their entire bodies, because a Xiaocui was already too much for him, and a carload of Xiaocui went into battle together, and he couldn't deal with it alone.

A body slowly crawled towards the rear of the car, and landed on all fours within the range of Wuxin's power, aiming at him like a beast. Suddenly jumping towards Wuxin, he showed a mouthful of **** teeth. And Wuxin turned to the side sharply, avoiding his first attack. When he fell to the ground, Wuxin didn't wait for him to get up, and slashed his neck with a knife. His head was rolling down the slope, and his body was lying in the grass, quiet.

Although Wuxin knows that things that borrow corpses back to life are not smart, but now that the attack has begun, the walking corpses will gradually come back to life. In terms of physical strength alone, he is not their opponent. Suddenly, he had an idea, he pulled the awning to cover the rear bucket, and then went around to the side of the truck's roof. Scratching his fingers and squeezing out blood, he reluctantly drew a spell on the awning. Charms are specially used to suppress all evils. He rarely uses them, and the strokes are unfamiliar. The ups and downs under the cloth, obviously his spell is somewhat effective, but the mana is limited and may not be able to last. When the talisman was finished, he hurried to the front of the car, trying to get some gasoline from the truck's tank.

With great effort, he used a long rubber tube to direct the gasoline to the awning at the rear. He's never driven a truck, but decades ago, when Sevi's days were better, he bought a car for him to drive. Today's trucks are not quite the same as the cars of the day, but the construction is similar.

A match is thrown on the awning, and the flames shoot into the air. Wuxin heard the real ghost cry, squeaking, screaming like a rat. Picking up the machete and continuing down the slope, he had to find the rest of the body. Little Dingmao has a good calculus - the cadres are missing halfway, and they will definitely lead people to look for them. If one comes, one will die; if two, one will die. If Chen Daguang was on the truck, he would die naturally; if he didn't get on the truck one step late, as long as he passed the mountain road at night, he would definitely not be able to escape the interception of the walking corpses. And Chen Daguang must take the mountain road unless he has a plane to take. The mountain road was bombed into a mess. No matter how Chen Daguang walked, he had to go from day to night. At night, people are no longer the opponents of ghosts.

The big owl is at it again, apparently with a conspiracy. No intention to ignore it, but to follow it. After walking for a while along the dirt slope, he saw his comrades who were in the same car with him.

The comrades died horribly, with their faces and throats scratched. The big owl hovered hesitantly above his head, wanting to eat some human flesh, but was afraid that he would not allow it. The owl is peace-loving, and only catches small voles, small rabbits, and small chickens and snakes when foraging; it does not provoke any animals that are similar to it. The small animal is not enough to make it full, so it is nostalgic and wants to eat human flesh.

Inadvertently bent down and checked the mouths and throats of several people, but no paper charms were found, which showed that they were indeed completely dead. Standing up and continuing to walk forward, he remembered that there should be a large truck in the back.

Three miles away, Wuxin set another fire.

In the early morning, he was exhausted and returned to Su Tao. Su Tao wanted to see him, but he waved his hands again and again, saying that he was too dirty. Speaking of the rest of the people, he told Su Tao, "They're all dead."

Su Tao said "oh".

Unintentionally lying on the dirt road, looking sideways at her: "Are you afraid?"

Su Tao checked her inner emotions and found that she was not very afraid. A few months ago, she was scared to death when she saw people, but now she seems to be numb, and she is not afraid of anything.

Wuxin looked up at the stars and moon in the night sky again, and felt that he was actually a useless commodity. He had the strength to sell it to Chen Daguang in order to ask the other party to protect him and Su Tao. I have no ability, I can't protect Su Tao, poor Su Tao still thinks that she is the only relative in the world.

The blood spots all over his body were slowly drying. He stretched out a hand and grabbed Su Tao's ankle. Su Tao let him hold him motionless, her heart was empty and she didn't think about anything.

The next morning, Chen Daguang and Zhu Jianhong both appeared.

They rode on horseback and set off in the first half of the night. They didn't go through the mountains and through the woods, and they only walked at such a speed to death. When they were in the production team of Lama Mountain, they heard that there was a big explosion on the mountain road; when they came to the woods, they saw the faint fire below the mountain from a long distance.

With the reins beside Wuxin, Chen Daguang asked condescendingly, "Why didn't you die?"

Wanxin sat on the mountain wall with an unpleasant color on her face: "I am dead, how can you live?"

When Chen Daguang heard this, it was as if he was going to be a widow when he died. He couldn't help but breathe out his nostrils: "Apart from the two of you, is there no one else?"

Wuxin nodded: "Well, there is no one else."

Chen Daguang stared: "What the **** is going on?"

Wuxin helped Su Tao get up: "It's a long story. Is there any water?"

Chen Daguang had no water, so he dragged Wuxin and Su Tao to the horse. The horses' hooves clattered against the pavement, and they quickly continued to escape.

The bomb buried in the mountain may be a ticking time bomb, which went off in sequence yesterday and is no longer in stock today. On the bumpy journey to the Concubine Ridge Commune, Chen Daguang smiled bitterly, thinking that this trip could be called the annihilation of the entire army - this revenge is not a gentleman, and he can't spare Xiao Dingmao.

A telegram was sent, and all the armed militiamen of the county were assembled to Feiziling. Chen Daguang learned about Xiaodingmao's conspiracy and tricks from Wuxin's mouth, and remembered the lives of three whole trucks, and couldn't help but burst into anger. He personally led the troops into battle, and he pulled the cannon and went straight to Lama Mountain.

Wuxin and Su Tao stopped running to the front line. They got permission from Chen Daguang and they went back to Wen County.

Chen Daguang went over mountains and mountains, and when he entered Lama Mountain, he realized that something was wrong. After making persistent efforts to enter the black water puddle, the situation became worse and worse - the men and horses of the joint index had actually withdrawn from the black water puddle.

Before he could transfer his troops to withdraw from the mountains, information from the rear was sent to him urgently: Lianzhi was classified as a leftist revolutionary organization by the central government, and now it has moved hand in hand in Baoding and Wenxian, with thousands of troops gathered in each. Baoding is relatively far away, so let's not mention it; only the periphery of Wenxian County has been occupied by the joint team.

Chen Daguang was raided by the base camp and trapped in the mountains with a crowd. However, there was a stalemate inside and outside Wenxian. Wuxin and Su Tao hid in the mail room of the Revolutionary Committee. Because the cafeteria no longer opened fire seriously, and the Revolutionary Committee was also facing paralysis, so they had to rely on themselves, built a stove with bricks and put a lunch box on it. For porridge, there is only one dish, which is salt mixed with cucumber. The two had nowhere to run, and when they heard that the joint fingers had gained the upper hand, they sighed in worry, hoping all day long that Chen Daguang would turn the tide and return soon.