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

The entire cave fell silent. The people who had been fleeing stopped running and stood watching the man and the corpse. No one knew where the zombie came from; it was over two meters tall, very robust, like a small mountain.

The bullets couldn't penetrate the zombie. If it weren't for the dragon vein inside and the thick snow, they probably would have used explosives.

However, the zombies that were giving them so much trouble were currently being pinned to the ground by a little girl, who was punching them repeatedly. Of course, the little girl was also at a disadvantage, taking many punches from the zombies. The zombies, whose punches could shatter rocks, couldn't hurt her, and the little girl remained full of energy.

Rocks flew everywhere, creating craters where the man and the corpse had been thrown.

Song Yuanzhi: "No wonder Mr. Xi wanted to bring her along."

He's being superficial.

He felt ashamed of his thoughts.

Song Yuanzhi decided that he would sincerely apologize to Chen Zhi afterward.

Song Zhaoyuan was also in a daze. He knew Chen Zhi was skilled, but he never expected her to be this powerful. If Chen Zhi hadn't intervened, he would have been dead.

Old Zhao: "Old Song, what's this girl's background?"

Song Zhaoyuan: "She is Mr. Xi's partner."

Old Zhao: "I know that. I'm just asking you if she has any other identities?"

Song Zhaoyuan shook his head. He didn't know; he had only found one identity.

Looking at the beautiful figure twenty meters away, Ouyang Qiantong felt ashamed, indignant, and unwilling. How could that woman be so powerful!

What were her sarcastic remarks all along the way?

Ouyang Qiantong's face burned, as if she had been slapped several times.

The calmest person on the scene was Xi Lang. He sat in the same spot the whole time, his eyes never leaving Chen Zhi, but his hands never stopped turning the roasted rabbit over the fire.

He had heard Chen Zhi mention her glorious feat of tearing zombies apart with her bare hands, so he wasn't surprised.

"Zhizhi, the barbecue is ready, let's tear it apart," Xilang said.

Chen Zhi turned to look at Xi Lang, "Second Aunt said we can use a lightning-summoning talisman to draw lightning and destroy it. Don't you have a lightning-summoning talisman?"

She had never witnessed it before and was curious whether people could really attract lightning.

Xi Lang's expression froze. Could he say that he couldn't do it now?

A man should not say that he is incapable.

"Cough cough cough—"

Xi Lang coughed weakly twice, "I'll see next time."

Chen Zhi said "Oh," and then added, "That works too."

The crowd was confused about what the two men meant. What did they mean by tearing something apart with their hands? And what was a lightning-summoning talisman?

Master Yang and the other masters were thrilled upon hearing this, and they all crowded around Xi Lang, their faces full of eagerness, "Mr. Xi, can you draw a lightning-summoning talisman?"

They had only heard of lightning-summoning talismans, but had never seen one.

Is there really anyone in this world who can summon heavenly lightning?

Xi Lang shook his head. "No, I was just trying to appease my wife."

"......"

Why don't they believe it?

But soon, they stopped worrying about it.

Because Chen Zhi was standing on the zombie's back with one foot and holding the zombie's large arm with both hands, he twisted and pulled, forcibly tearing the zombie's arm off.

Roar!

The zombie struggled angrily.

However, having lost an arm, its tall body became unbalanced, reducing its combat effectiveness.

Chen Zhi fought with increasing ferocity, repeating the same tactic to tear off the opponent's only remaining hand.

He threw both hands in front of Xi Lang, like a wild beast showing off its spoils.

Xi Lang's brow twitched. He took out his heavy black iron sword and threw it to Chen Zhi. "Use this."

Chen Zhi's eyes lit up. Without Xi Lang's instruction, she channeled her own energy into the sword. The moment the energy entered the sword, Chen Zhi had the illusion that the sword was a part of her own body.

Despite having never learned swordsmanship, she found herself quite adept at it.

She severed the zombie's head with her sword and was about to continue when Master Yang stopped her, saying, "Wait a minute."

Chen Zhi's sword stopped above the zombie's body, and he looked at Master Yang in confusion.

Although Qing Lingling's gaze was clearly devoid of emotion, Master Yang inexplicably felt a sense of pressure. He wiped away imaginary cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly explained, "It's already dead. Miss Chen Zhi could leave it, uh, leave it with a somewhat intact body. This would be of great archaeological value to the archaeological team."

Chen Zhi didn't understand, but she listened to the advice.

She sheathed her heavy sword and walked towards Xi Lang.

Is that all?

The stunned crowd snapped out of their daze, and their gazes toward Chen Zhi changed, becoming one of admiration and awe.

"Is this the only zombie at the Dragon Vein?" Xi Lang asked.

Master Yang nodded. "Only it. It was trying to capture the dragon vein, but it failed. We suspect that the other party's goal is to take advantage of the dragon vein's nascent sentience, corrupt it, and then control it."

Xi Lang wasn't surprised; he had guessed the other party's purpose last time.

"Instead of going to great lengths to protect it, it's easier to destroy it," Xi Lang said casually.

"What?"

Master Yang doubted that he had misheard.

But the next second, Xi Lang proved him right. He watched in horror as Xi Lang pulled out a handful of talismans, casually scattered them, and the talismans flew into the cave at an incredible speed.

"No!"

"Stop them!"

Master Yang and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they rushed towards the talismans. However, the talismans were too fast for them to catch up with.

Finished!

Master Yang and the others were so sad that tears were about to flow.

That's a dragon vein!

This thing will never appear unless the country is prosperous.

The book only mentions dragon veins in a few strokes, how can it be destroyed so easily?

boom!

tear-

The talisman struck a transparent protective shield, and with a tearing sound, it went out.

What happened?

Master Yang and his companions were stunned, staring blankly at the cave entrance. There were actually people inside!

A man draped in a black cloak strolled out, with a high, straight nose and skin as pale as a corpse. His eyes, hidden beneath the cloak, were grayish-white, without a trace of black.

There are people in the cave!

There were so many of them, yet not a single one noticed!

Master Yang's heart sank; this person's Taoist cultivation must be very high.

"Who is he?" someone murmured.

The man walked in step by step, and Song Zhaoyuan and the others looked solemn, each pointing their guns at him.

"Who are you?" the man asked.

His gaze was fixed on Xi Lang.

Xi Lang chuckled lightly, "You're not worthy to know."

The man frowned, casually flicking out a talisman. The talisman burned with a cold white light, shooting out like an arrow with such speed that it was impossible to defend against.

Xi Lang didn't move, he didn't even blink.

Just when everyone thought Xi Lang was about to be in trouble, a heavy sword slashed down at the talisman, and with another tearing sound, the talisman went out, and white ashes fell to the ground.

"And who are you?" The man's gaze fell on Chen Zhi, then shifted to the zombie on the ground. A hint of displeasure flashed across his face. "So, you're the one who destroyed my pet?"

Chen Zhi straightened up. "It's me."

Keeping zombies as pets, this person must be insane.

Chen Zhi thought to herself, but her face remained cold and distant. She sensed that this man was not simple.

"Damn it!"

As soon as those words were spoken, a sudden gust of wind swept through the cave.

Snow and wind swept across the sky.

One cloaked man was surprising enough, but then a dozen more people suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

These people, dressed in white, blended seamlessly with the ice and snow.

"Like the magic techniques from Japan!"

"No, that man in black was clearly using Taoist magic."

The cave was in complete chaos; no one could tell friend from foe, and no one dared to fire.

At this moment, Song Zhaoyuan shouted, "Get outside!"

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed outside.

"Siron?"

"I am here."

"This person is very capable."

"Yes, I know. You're better than him."

"..."

Look at what she's saying! She's successfully enraged the cloaked man.

"court death!"

Thousands of talismans appeared out of thin air and surrounded Chen Zhi.

"Comrade Chen Zhi!"

"Miss Chen Zhi!"

"Mr. Xi, please think of a way to save your wife!"

Xi Lang stood up, still holding the roasted rabbit in his hand. "Let's go out first."

He walked out without even glancing at Chen Zhi, as if he wasn't in a hurry at all.

Gunfire was deafening outside.

As soon as Xi Lang stepped out of the cave, a white figure silently approached from the snow and ice, the sharp tip of a sword pressed against Xi Lang's back.

"Mr. Xi, be careful!"

Song Zhaoyuan was horrified. He aimed his gun at that white figure, but the bullet passed right through it.

How could this happen?

puff!

The sharp blade pierced through flesh, and blood quickly seeped into Xi Lang's cotton-padded coat.

Xi Lang remained unfazed. His free hand had somehow gathered a cloud of black energy, and with a gentle pat on the snow-white figure, a muffled groan echoed through the air as a person crashed to the ground, revealing their true form.

Song Zhaoyuan seized the opportunity and fired again, this time aiming at the opponent's brow.

With a loud bang...

The people on the ground were completely lifeless.

"Kill him!"

More than twenty people actually started heading towards Xi Lang.

Xi Lang sneered, "You delivered yourselves to my doorstep, so don't blame me."

The next second, he tossed the roasted rabbit in his hand to Song Zhaoyuan, "Hold this for me."

Song Zhaoyuan caught it, holding the gun in one hand and the roasted rabbit in the other, standing in the wind and snow, looking somewhat dazed.

He was about to speak when he opened his mouth and choked on a mouthful of snow.

He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the temperature seemed even colder.

The twenty-odd people surrounded Xi Lang, and Song Zhaoyuan shouted in a hoarse voice, "Protect Mr. Xi."

Where is Mr. Ke Xi?

Mr. Xi, who was dodging left and right just a moment ago, has now disappeared, leaving only a thick, inky black spot where the black contrasts sharply with the white.

Where does the darkness come from?

Song Zhaoyuan saw that the black seemed to have eyes, splitting into strands that burrowed into the bodies of the people in white.

The ethereal bodies of these white-clad figures solidified, and they collapsed to the ground, their faces contorted in pain.

What kind of attack method is this?

Song Zhaoyuan was horrified, but then suddenly snapped back to reality and shouted, "Don't stand there, kill them!"

The wind stopped and the snow cleared.

There were more than thirty corpses on the ground, more than twenty of them were the enemy's, and seven or eight of their men were also dead.

Everyone's faces were grave.

Ouyang Qiantong hid behind Lao Zhao, her face pale and her lips trembling. All her pride and arrogance had vanished, leaving only fear and lingering apprehension.

Song Yuanzhi: "Where is Comrade Chen Zhi?"

One sentence brought the stunned crowd back to their senses.

Xi Lang slowly straightened up and turned to look behind him.

The next second, he suddenly shouted, "Run! This place is going to collapse!"

Before anyone could react, a deafening roar came from the cave, the earth shook, rocks tumbled down, and thick snow surged down from the mountain.