In the Demon Suppression Division: Crimson Words Nurture the Blade, Slaying Demons to Prove the Dao

Chenjia Village.

The advancement of the Taizu sword technique allowed Wei Xuanfeng to initially master the sword energy.

In addition, his own attributes had reached their peak, so when facing a pack of wolves, he no longer had to flee in a sorry state.

Leaving aside the details of their journey of fighting demons and breaking through the encirclement, by the time they arrived at Chenjia Village, it was already dawn.

Why is it so quiet?

Before even entering the venue, Hu Murong frowned slightly.

Even if the wolf demons were all lured away, Xiuhua and Qisha should at least have arranged for soldiers to keep watch around the village.

But from a distance, the whole village was quiet; not even the crowing of a rooster or the barking of a dog could be heard.

The morning light shone on the rooftops, a time when smoke should have been rising from chimneys, but only a few wisps of black smoke rose intermittently from a burnt-out house, like the last breath of a dying person.

"Be careful." Wei Xuanfeng lowered his voice and drew his Embroidered Spring Blade.

The three of them crept in along the earthen wall at the village entrance.

Each step on the muddy road left a sticky echo.

Wei Xuanfeng looked down and saw a layer of dark red stuff on the sole of his shoe, mostly dried, like a crust formed from cooled syrup.

Then he saw the first corpse.

A soldier sat leaning against the wall, his head tilted to one side, his eyes open.

He had no wounds or bloodstains on his body, his face was as white as a sheet of paper soaked in water, and his lips were grayish-white.

Wei Xuanfeng squatted down and looked for two seconds, then reached out and touched the back of his hand...

The skin and flesh sag, the veins wither, as if some kind of moisture had been drained from the body.

"Dead?" Hu Murong swallowed hard from behind.

"He's dead." Wei Xuanfeng stood up. "But we don't know what killed him."

As they continued forward, they encountered more and more corpses.

Seven or eight soldiers lay sprawled on the village road, each in a different pose...

Some lay prone in the mud, their fingers still gripping the ground, as if crawling before they died.

Some lay on their backs with their mouths open, their eye sockets sunken, and their skin taut against their bones, like a dried corpse that had been left for three months without rotting.

Their clothes were intact, without any damage or signs of struggle, and their weapons were still in their sheaths.

They didn't even have time to draw their swords.

Wen Shihan gripped the chain of the meteor hammer tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Wei Xuanfeng pushed open a half-closed courtyard gate, glanced inside, and then closed the gate again.

"Several villagers inside. They were like that too." His voice was low, but you could still hear a hint of tension. "No blood, no wounds, it's like... something drained all the blood from their bodies."

Hu Murong's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

She had endured a three-month siege by wolf demons, seen disemboweled corpses, and limbs gnawed down to skeletons.

But the wolf demon's killings are bloody and violent, the kind of horrific where flesh and blood fly everywhere.

The corpses here are too clean.

It was so clean it was like a ritual.

"How on earth did they do that..." Hu Murong's voice trembled, "They didn't even have time to shout?"

Wei Xuanfeng did not answer.

He continued walking, crossing the village road, passing the threshing ground, and then climbing over two field ridges.

There were corpses everywhere.

The elderly, children, and soldiers...

They are all the same.

There wasn't a single wound on his body, but it felt like something had hollowed him out from the inside.

"Could it be..." Wei Xuanfeng said in a low voice, "that there are zombies in this world?"

"A zombie?" Hu Murong turned his head to look at him.

"It's that kind of thing... where the dead come back to life and suck people's blood..." Wei Xuanfeng said solemnly. "In the legends of my hometown, some people who died unjustly harbored too much resentment, and their souls wouldn't dissipate, so they would become zombies..."

After hearing what he said, Wen Shihan and Hu Murong's expressions both changed.

No girl could remain fearless in such an atmosphere.

"How...how is this possible...how can the dead come back to life? It's real." Hu Murong suddenly laughed. "Old Wei, your story isn't very interesting."

"This isn't a story. These zombies come and go silently, their movements unpredictable. They usually sneak up behind a living person, waiting for you to turn around..."

As Wei Xuanfeng spoke, he made a ferocious expression on his face, which frightened the two women into taking a step back.

"You're lying! I don't believe there are zombies in this world!" Hu Murong said, pulling Wen Shihan's hand.

"Then what's behind you?"

"Ah!!! Old Wei, save me!!"

Hu Murong screamed and buried her face in Wei Xuanfeng's arms.

Her head was buried in his chest, her hands gripping his clothes tightly, and she was trembling all over.

Wei Xuanfeng was knocked back half a step, still holding his knife. He didn't know whether to push her away or hold her. He only felt that the body in his arms was soft and warm, with a faint scent of gardenias...

She had just killed a bunch of wolf demons, yet she still smelled sweet.

At the same time, Wen Shihan reacted much faster.

She turned around almost the instant Wei Xuanfeng finished saying, "Then what's behind you?"

The meteor hammer in his hand had already left his grasp, striking the open threshing ground behind him with unerring accuracy.

He smashed into nothing...

The fire pearl smashed into the muddy ground, creating a shallow pit, and pebbles flew half a foot high.

Wen Shihan was stunned for a moment before realizing that she had been tricked.

She stood there, still clutching the chain of the meteor hammer in her hand, her face first turning pale, then flushing with a thin layer of red.

She didn't speak, but her phoenix eyes glared at Wei Xuanfeng...

The look in his eyes wasn't like anger; it was more like a cat with its fur standing on end that had been patted on the back, both angry and a little aggrieved, with even the tips of its ears turning red.

Wei Xuanfeng wanted to laugh, but he held it in.

There was someone nuzzling his chest with their head in his arms.

"Just kidding, let go of me right now. If you don't let go," he finally couldn't help but say, "do you believe I can send your head flying like a meteor hammer?"

Hu Murong suddenly looked up, his eyes still red, but the expression on his face had changed from fear to anger.

"Wei Xuanfeng! Are you out of your mind?! You're still joking at a time like this!"

"Didn't you say you didn't believe me? Why are you so afraid?"

"you!!!"

Hu Murong was both angry and ashamed, and punched him hard in the chest.

"I was just joking because the atmosphere was too tense." Wei Xuanfeng rubbed his chest. "Alright, alright, let's get down to business."

He sat down on the stone mill in the threshing ground and placed the knife across his lap.

"The bodies are all there. But two people are missing." He held up his finger. "Qisha and Xiuhua are not among these bodies."

"So they're still alive?" Fox Murong asked.

"It's uncertain. There are two possibilities now," Wei Xuanfeng said. "First, these people were all killed by Xiuhua and Qisha, and their purpose was to steal the Earth Immortal Spring Lotus from their own entourage."

"Logically, that doesn't make sense, so we can rule that out. What about the second one?" Hu Murong asked.

"The second possibility..." Wei Xuanfeng said, "is that another group got involved, captured Qi Sha Xiu Hua, and forced them to reveal the whereabouts of the Earth Immortal Spring Lotus..."

"If it's the second possibility, then there's nothing we can do now." Hu Murong squatted down, resting his chin on his knees. "So what do we do now?"

Wei Xuanfeng sat on the stone mill, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and at the quiet village in the distance, which was as quiet as a tomb. He remained silent for a long time.

Just as he was deep in thought, a wolf howl suddenly came from the mysterious cliff behind the mountain.

Upon hearing this voice, Wei Xuanfeng and Hu Murong's eyes lit up.

"Old Wei, is it possible...?"

"Very likely!"

"Are you going or not?"

"go!"

Wen Shihan:? ? ?

What are these two talking about...?

……