Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 312 (Part [-])

Um?What are you asking, what are you answering?

Fang Zhuo and He Ming looked at each other.It is impossible for Qin Ming to send such a stupid messenger here, right? !
But the other party is wearing the armor of the city lord's mansion, and it should be from Qin Ming's side.

"Azhuo, do we have someone at the City Lord's Mansion?" He Ming asked, seeming to remember something.

"There is, but there is, but I don't know this place for a long time. Since the situation changed last month, the other party has never made an appointment with our people. I wanted to contact us, but I felt that they sent our soldiers under the circumstances. It’s too risky to go to the joint, so let’s go.” Fang Zhuo said helplessly.

He didn't dare to send spies to match the nail again. It wasn't because he forgot something, but there was a reason. It was the result of his careful deliberation.Too many things have happened these days, and too many living dead have died, both on their side and on the enemy side.In the final analysis, they are killing each other, and they know this clearly in their hearts.

Because no matter what, they couldn't reach the finish line and hurt Qin Ming, the culprit.All they can touch is to get rid of the living dead who were once companions of the enemy.Killing and killing are all their own people, Fang Zhuo and the others have no choice, their different positions are doomed to their ending.

The ones here are the living dead, souls who should have died long ago.Although I don't know what power I used to stay here in this form, everyone actually knows that they are already dead.They also have a hunch in their hearts that one day, they will truly disappear, even in this state.

The long-term confusion has divided the living dead into several groups with different mentalities.Zombies such as Fang Zhuo are a kind of clear-headed, firm-willed, intent to find the path they should take, even if this path leads to death.The one represented by Qin Ming is another type, still unwilling to accept the fate of his own death, paranoid to go to the blind spot and numb himself.

Another part is that you don't know what to do at all.Hundreds of times, just passing by, doing things based on mood.Because everything is meaningless in their eyes. They are all dead anyway. If they win, they can't change their inhuman nature. If they lose, they just die again.

So, to a certain extent, it doesn't make sense for them to join Qin Ming or join the rebels.As long as they want to, they may rebel at any time, and there is no loyalty at all.This is also the reason why Fang Zhuo attacked in small groups, so as to reduce the risk. Even if an accident occurs, it is only a matter for a small group, not the destruction of the entire group.

The spies from the City Lord's Mansion had not contacted them for some time, which in itself indicated a certain problem.Or, death is already dead, which would also explain why he didn't come back.Either, it was a betrayal. He fell down overnight and decided to stop working for the rebels or directly told Qin Ming about it.

This is not surprising, after all, when it is unprofitable, no one can blame anyone for not being able to last.

Now, however, this strange visitor has brought the silent undercover agent to the table.

The group failed to discuss, and decided to "invite" the other party in to see what he had to say.

The speed of the visitors coming in is very fast, and they must have been waiting for a long time.It was only then that everyone remembered that they seemed to have left the house in the air for long enough, and if it was a friendly army, it would not chill others.

And the other party obviously looks like a dusty person.As soon as the door was opened, the moment the other party stepped into the threshold, Ningxia could smell the smell of morning dew mixed with the soil, and the edges of the worn boots were stained with moist soil, which looked very fresh.

From Ningxia's point of view, the person who came here is a very young and fresh meat. Even the general characteristics of zombies do not damage his temperament.

It's a pity that such a high-quality good boy died so early. If he hadn't encountered this disaster, he should have lived by his family and teachers and lived a life of splendid clothes and jade food.

These days, Ningxia has encountered too many living dead in the main city. Most of them are young and vigorous people, the princes of the small and medium sects, the charming and charming women, the gentlemen who have no memory but speak extraordinary things, what? They are all ordinary but energetic men of middle age.Such a person, a guy who can live well outside no matter what, actually ruined his life in a place where the sun was not visible.

It's really pathetic.At the same time, it also alerted Ningxia. If she didn't try her hardest to do it, she might end up waiting for her.No, even worse.Thinking of this, the girl shuddered and suddenly felt a little cold.

Ningxia was entangled in how everyone was unwilling to pay attention. Almost all the living dead focused their attention on this new "companion" in the room.

Under the eyes of many, the other party seemed very timid.Eh, well, it's true, this little fresh meat seems to be a little too shy.The world of comprehension is a hodgepodge. Even a rookie like Ningxia who has only started for a year will not be so jerky. What kind of rare species is this?
Fang Zhuo, who could tell at a glance that the opponent had no fighting power, did not take off his mask, but rarely said anything with a sullen face, only looking at the visitor below, not knowing what he was thinking.The other zombie elder brothers all made a whisper, whispering, as if judging something.

Well, Ningxia, who was sitting very close, heard clearly.All investigations and interrogations are false, just like the two big sisters next door are actually discussing Xiao Xianrou's beauty and guessing his origin.The middle-aged uncle at the slanting back was sighing that if he had a son, he would be so big.

As for Fang Zhuo's two corpses sitting firmly on the top, the typical psychological warfare was a good calculation.Ningxia guessed that He Ming had taught him this.This kind of pressure must not frighten the little rookie below to death, so it is easy to ask questions.

"Little brother is a little squeamish. If I remember correctly, I should have never seen little brother." Fang Zhuo saw that the situation was almost the same, looked at the guy below carefully, squinted his eyes and asked.His memory has never been wrong, and he has indeed never seen this little guy.

It is said that such a simple guy is rarely seen in the cultivation world, let alone among the living dead.If you have something to do with him, there should be an intersection, so that it is even less likely that he will not recognize the other party.

Especially when he came here, he was so sensitive, and he was wearing a set of very eye-catching armor of the enemy camp. What was his intention when he came here?
There is a hunch telling them that this matter is not simple.

(End of this chapter)