The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

The firelight illuminated the entire sky, and when Chen Zhi looked up, she discovered that the distant mountains were covered in snow.

No wonder it's so cold!

Gunfire continued. Xi Lang put his arm around Chen Zhi and said, "It's cold outside, put on another layer."

"But I didn't bring it," Chen Zhi said.

"I brought some." Xi Lang took out a set of cotton-padded clothes from his sleeve. "Put these on, and then we'll get off the bus."

Chen Zhi grabbed the clothes and started putting them on. "What about you?"

"I'll wear it too." Xi Lang put on his clothes as well.

A rustling sound came from behind him, and Song Yuanzhi thought to himself that these two had a really good mentality. Comrade Chen Zhi was also quite capable, remaining calm in the face of danger and having great courage.

The smell of blood in the air indicated that someone was injured.

Xi Lang helped Chen Zhi out of the car, but Song Yuanzhi disagreed, saying, "It's dangerous at this time. Why don't you wait a little longer, Mr. Xi?"

"We can't wait any longer. The enemy has a large number of men and has been lying in ambush here for a long time. This situation is disadvantageous to us."

"How did Mr. Xi know that the other side had more people?"

It wasn't that Song Yuanzhi doubted Xi Lang; he was simply curious.

Xi Lang didn't explain. He threw a few more talismans into the air and shouted coldly, "Go!"

The talismans flew in all directions and burned above the enemy.

"They're over there!"

"They have them over there too!"

"Don't just stand there, start attacking!"

"beat!"

"Knock that talisman down."

The gunfire intensified.

Master Yang and the other masters were amazed, muttering to themselves, "We never imagined that talismans could be used in this way."

"Young people really have ideas."

"Who is Mr. Xi's teacher? He is so young yet he has such skills. It is truly amazing."

"Old Yang, do you know anything about this Mr. Xi?"

"He seems to be the only one left in the Dao Yi sect."

"The Daoist sect, huh? No wonder."

"What a pity, such a glorious sect in the past has fallen into decline so quickly."

"Who can argue with that?"

The gunfire gradually subsided.

Six people from Lao Zhao and Song Zhaoyuan's group were shot and need to return to the city hospital for treatment.

One car drove away.

With fewer cars, everyone's seats became crowded, except for Song Zhaoyuan's car, where the number of people remained unchanged.

"We'll be there in half an hour. Everyone, be extra vigilant and cautious from now on," Old Zhao instructed.

"The car can drive for another ten minutes or so, but we'll probably have to walk from there." Song Zhaoyuan's expression was grave. "The snow on the mountain is heavier than when we came last time."

Old Zhao: "I wonder how the people in the mountains are doing."

They left a group of people in the mountains, but they lost contact with them the day before yesterday. They don't know if something happened or if the signal was bad due to the weather.

The car continued driving for another ten minutes or so, but the road became slippery and it couldn't climb any further, so everyone had to get out of the car.

Chen Zhi helped Xi Lang, and the two walked in the middle of the group.

Everyone else was carrying things, including Ouyang Qiantong, whose bag was bulging and looked quite heavy.

When she saw Chen Zhi, she snorted coldly, "This kind of delicate woman is definitely here to drag us down."

Chen Zhi glanced at her sideways, "How did I hold you back?"

Ouyang Qiantong rolled her eyes. "You're not bringing anything, not even food or drink. In the end, you'll just be eating what everyone worked so hard to carry up the mountain. Aren't you just dragging everyone down?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of her food, drink, and other necessities. She won't take up any of our resources," Xi Lang said coldly.

"Mr. Xi, don't listen to her. She's just a child and doesn't know any better. Please don't take it to heart." Old Zhao said with a smile. Just look at the talismans that Mr. Xi threw out these two times. Even if Mr. Xi only brought one that was a hindrance, he wouldn't mind if Mr. Xi brought two more.

"Uncle Zhao, I didn't say anything wrong," Ouyang Qiantong retorted.

Xi Lang's face darkened. "My wife would never hold anyone back. She is independent and self-reliant, something Miss Ouyang can only dream of."

"You're saying I'm inferior to her?" Ouyang Qiantong's face was full of disbelief. "Are you blind or just plain stupid?"

Xi Lang said indifferently, "I only look at the facts."

"The truth is, your wife is completely incapable of lifting anything, except to stay by your side, you sickly man—"

"Tongtong, shut up!"

Old Zhao snapped, he was getting angry. Wasn't this girl usually quite shrewd? What was wrong with her today? Why was she so fixated on Mr. Xi's wife?

Mr. Xi's wife stayed obediently by his side, and he didn't offend her, did he?

Ouyang Qiantong was still unconvinced, but she didn't dare to offend Lao Zhao, so she reluctantly shut her mouth.

"Mr. Xi, can you still hold on?" Master Yang looked at Xi Lang with a worried expression.

Xi Lang's breathing was erratic, and his face was growing paler. He had just woken up after sleeping for more than a year, and his body had not yet recovered. This was already putting a strain on him.

Xi Lang waved his hand without saying a word.

Chen Zhi frowned. "I'll carry you on my back."

Xi Lang didn't refuse, "Okay."

So, Xi Lang climbed onto Chen Zhi's back, and Chen Zhi steadily carried him on her back.

"How about I carry it?" Song Yuanzhi said.

"No need." Chen Zhi steadily supported Xi Lang, her steps light, trying her best to prevent Xi Lang from swaying.

She kept up with the pace, always in the middle of the group, with people on both sides of her, all working together to shield Xi Lang from the wind.

When Ouyang Qiantong saw Chen Zhi carrying Xi Lang on her back, her pretty face darkened, and she fell silent.

Hmph, let's see how far she can carry it!

As it turned out, Chen Zhi could carry things very far, all the way to the destination, without even breaking a sweat, which amazed everyone.

Who knew this girl was so strong!

Just then, someone suddenly said, "Our car is up ahead."

It was a truck, with half of its wheels covered in snow and the entire vehicle piled high with snow. If you didn't look closely, you probably wouldn't have recognized it.

"There was no one in the car, and the house was empty."

"Everyone should be inside, let's go in and take a look."

Ahead was a cave, from which faint lights could be seen.

Upon seeing the fire, everyone's spirits lifted, and they quickened their pace.

"I was injured here last time," Xi Lang suddenly said.

Chen Zhi paused, "Who hurt you?"

"It wasn't someone else who hurt me; I inhaled the black energy myself." Xi Lang sighed. "The dragon vein has been polluted. I can't think of any other way besides this."

Chen Zhi disagreed with Xi Lang's approach, saying, "If it's polluted, so be it. We can just throw it away."

Xi Lang chuckled softly, "Yes, you're right."

Song Zhaoyuan, standing to the side, grew anxious. "Mr. Xi, the dragon vein is crucial to us—"

Xi Lang interrupted him, "It's all up to human effort; the law can't determine anything. Commander Song, let's not indulge in feudal superstition; we should believe in science, don't you think?"

"......right."

Song Zhaoyuan wanted to curse, but he held back.

The people around him twitched at the corners of their mouths. Who would believe a charlatan like you who teaches others to believe in science?

There were five people in the cave. They had been guarding it for six days and originally planned to wait for two more days. If no one came, they would go down the mountain.

"It's been very quiet these past few days, both day and night, and we haven't noticed anything unusual."

"We've run out of supplies. If you don't come soon, we can't hold on any longer."

"Is there anything to eat? Give us some, we're starving."

"We have biscuits, multigrain biscuits, and steamed buns, and we also brought rice and noodles. Which ones would you like?"

"Let's bake some flatbread and steamed buns first. I'm starving and can't wait to cook rice."

Not only were the five people present hungry, but Song Zhaoyuan and the others, who had been traveling all day, were also hungry.

Everyone put down their things, lit a few more fires, took out pots and pans, and started boiling water and cooking.

Chen Zhi put Xi Lang down and found him a spot by the fire.

Master Yang: "I feel something's not right. Can you sense it too?"

The masters took out their compasses, their expressions grave. They too had sensed something amiss; the yin energy was far too heavy. Logically, this was a place where dragon veins were nurtured, and there shouldn't be such dense yin energy here.

"Let's go take a look at the dragon vein," Master Yang suggested, glancing at Xi Lang as he spoke. "What does Mr. Xi think?"

Xi Lang, who had just sat down, didn't move. "There is a problem. Someone has already arrived before us and has already made a move on the dragon vein."

"What?"

Everyone present was astonished.

Song Zhaoyuan and Lao Zhao's expressions changed drastically. Almost the instant Xi Lang finished speaking, they ran into the depths of the cave, with Chen Zhi and Xi Lang lagging behind.

Chen Zhi asked, puzzled, "Is there really a dragon vein?"

Xi Lang pondered for a moment, "The dragon vein has long been severed, and this is now just a spiritual object. Of course, if it gets the right opportunity, it might grow into a new dragon vein in the future."

Chen Zhi: "What can dragon veins be used for?"

Xi Lang was stumped by the question, and after a long while, he said, "...Generally speaking, it's like a mascot."

"That's not important." Chen Zhi was no longer in a hurry. "Let them go and rob it. We'll sit here and watch their stuff."

Xi Lang chuckled, his eyes full of affection, "Okay, we'll watch their things here."

Xi Lang took out two oranges from his Qiankun sleeve, and then a cleaned rabbit. "You eat the oranges first, and I'll roast the meat for you."

The two huddled together by the fire. Chen Zhi peeled an orange, feeding Xi Lang a segment while she ate one herself. Xi Lang, meanwhile, focused intently on turning the rabbit meat over the fire.

Occurring noises came from the depths of the cave, but the two remained unmoved.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps from inside, and the people who had run in earlier were now running out in a panic.

"Zongzi! There's zongzi inside!"

"Mr. Xi, there are thousand-year-old zombies inside."

A thousand-year-old corpse king, a ten-thousand-year-old demon.

How could something so legendary appear here?

Xi Lang sighed, "Master Yang, with my current strength, I am powerless to help with this."

Master Yang knew this all too well, but this thing was impervious to swords and spears, and they couldn't handle it.

"Let's escape from the cave first," Song Zhaoyuan said.

Rather than all of us getting caught up in this thing, it's better to escape; every person who can get away is a winner.

Song Zhaoyuan was a very accurate shot, specifically targeting the zombies' eyes, successfully attracting their attention.

boom!

The zombie punched Song Zhaoyuan, but the punch was too fast for him to dodge.

Just as Song Zhaoyuan thought he was going to die, a hand grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him out.

Song Zhaoyuan bumped into Ouyang Qiantong, who was running away. Ouyang Qiantong exclaimed, "My camera!"

The two rolled around on the ground twice before landing in the snowdrift at the cave entrance.

When Song Zhaoyuan looked up, he saw that the zombie had been stopped, and the slender and thin Chen Zhi was swinging her fists, punching the zombie again and again.