Chapter 1878: Dead Air

As they spoke, the two of them walked together towards the Western Temple Slope, at this time, the east had already turned white, and it would soon be dawn.

In the two back to the west temple slope on the way, passed a stream of mountain stream, Wu Feng jumped into the water, a simple wash again, after all, this appearance is a little miserable, so go back, see the people are also a little embarrassed, but the clothes are not changed, luggage in the west end of the west temple slope inside the temple, can only make do to wear this set of clothes on the body like a beggar.

After returning to the west temple slope, the two went straight towards the west temple slope of the direction of the ancestral hall, and so on there to see, only to see that the entrance to the ancestral hall is full of several rows of corpses, at least to have a hundred or so, are covered with white cloth, these corpses is the night that the flying stiffs to the kill.

Shrine outside the fence is also inserted some torches, by the wind blowing "poof" sound, that rows of corpses around a lot of people standing, are some young and strong men, the three lucky not to die of the old Taoist will be involved in this group of people.

The three old Taoists were holding skull nails in their hands, smashing the nails one by one into the brains of those village names who were bitten to death by the flying stiffs, while those young and strong men were carrying the corpses one by one to the entrance of the ancestral hall from a short distance away.

It was worth mentioning that those young and strong men had a yellow paper talisman attached to their brains, and Wu Feng knew that it was a talisman used against zombies just by looking at it.

These talismans must have been drawn by those three old Taoists, and the traces of vermilion on them were still fresh.

The atmosphere seemed solemn and dead, everyone was busy with their own business, only some faint sobbing sounds echoed in the village and let the mood become inexplicably depressing.

The arrival of Wu Feng and Old Liu Tou did not attract a single person's attention, because everyone was immersed in sorrow, everyone's face was heavy, until the two of them walked to the side of those three old Taoists, only then did they raise their heads and look towards Wu Feng.

Of these three old Taoists, two of them were particularly familiar to Wu Feng, one of them had been drained of his essence by himself with the Yin-Yang Eightfold Infinite Marrow Cleansing Sutra and resembled an old man in his eighties or nineties, the other was the old Taoist who had broken one of his arms in the fight with the Flying Rigid, and there was also an old Taoist, somewhat unfamiliar with him, who had several cuts on his body by the sword and had done a simple treatment, the wounds had been cut by Wu Feng with the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword earlier.

This old Taoist should be the one who had the lightest injury among the three of them, but at this moment, it seemed that there was a new wound, this wound was on the eye, a bloody mess, it seemed that he was blind in one eye.

"Two benefactors, you are finally back, just now there was a corpse that underwent necrotic transformation, by the three of us brothers teamed up to remove it, however, that corpse that underwent necrotic transformation still scratched and injured my brother Yun Yang, blinded an eye, finally by a fluke, he survived a life." The old Taoist who had only broken one arm said.

"Was there only one corpse that underwent necromancy? Were there any others injured?" Old Liu Tou hurriedly asked.

"No more, this corpse was the first to be bitten by that flying stiff, it died for a longer time, it was found in a small courtyard near old lady Li's house, luckily it was found in time, we collected it and didn't injure any other villagers. The poor Taoist also drew talismans for some villagers to restrain zombies, and let them go everywhere to find corpses bitten to death by flying stiffs, at this moment these corpses are all brought here, and they are also all punched with transcranial nails, so there will be no more necrophilia." That old Taoist said politely.