While they were talking, the two walked towards the Xisi slope together. At this time, the east was already white and it was soon dawn.

On the way back to Xisi Slope, they passed a mountain stream with streams. Wu Feng jumped into the water and washed it briefly. After all, this looked a bit miserable. When he went back like this, he felt a little embarrassed to see someone. However, his clothes were not changed, and his luggage was in the dilapidated temple at the west end of Xisi Slope. He could only make do with the clothes that looked like beggars.

After returning to Xisipo, the two of them went straight to the direction of Xisipo's ancestral hall. When they got there, they saw that there were several rows of corpses at the door of the ancestral hall, and at least a hundred or so pieces were covered with white cloth. These corpses were killed by the flying zombie tonight.

There were some torches inserted on the wall outside the ancestral hall, which was blown by the wind. There were many people standing around the rows of corpses, all of which were young and middle-aged men. The three old Taoists who had not yet died were mixed among the group.

The three old Taoists were holding skull-transmitting nails in their hands, smashing the nails into the heads of the village names who were killed by flying zombies. The young and middle-aged men carried the bodies one by one to the door of the ancestral hall from not far away.

It is worth mentioning that there was a yellow paper talisman on the foreheads of those young and middle-aged men. Wu Feng only took a look and knew that it was a talisman for zombies.

These talismans must be painted by the three old Taoists, and the traces of cinnabar on them are still very new.

The atmosphere seemed solemn and lifeless. Everyone was busy with their own affairs. Only some faint sobs echoed in the village, making people feel inexplicably depressed.

The arrival of Wu Feng and Lao Liu did not attract anyone's attention, because everyone was immersed in sadness, and everyone's face was very heavy. It was not until the two of them walked to the side of the three old Taoists that they looked up at Wu Feng.

Two of these three old Taoists, Wu Feng is particularly familiar with. One of them was sucked away by the infinite marrow washing meridian by himself using Yin-Yang Eight Combinations. He looked like a ten-year-old man, and the other was an old Taoist who had broken one arm during the fight with Fei Zombie. There was also an old Taoist, who had some face and had several holes cut by a sword on his body. He had a simple treatment. This injury was cut by Wu Feng with the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword before.

This old Taoist should be the least injured among the three of them, but now it seems that another wound has been added. The wound is covered in blood and blood on the eyes, and it seems that it is blinding one eye.

Two benefactors, you finally came back. The corpse had just changed and was eliminated by our three brothers. However, the corpse that had changed still scratched my brother Yunyang, blinded one eye, and finally survived a lucky life. The old Taoist who had broken his arm said.

Is there a corpse that has changed? Did anyone else hurt? Old Liu asked quickly.
Chapter completed!