Chapter 472: Corpse

I saw the little guy lying on the ground with his teeth and claws outstretched. His complexion was pale, his face was a bit blue, his mouth was humming, and his body was full of the aura of death.
Although he is still struggling, his body looks very mechanical.
An Rushuang and Meng Li also had heavy expressions, looking at the child lying on the ground, a strange feeling rose in their hearts.
Only then did Meng Li react, why he sent someone to investigate today, but he found nothing.
No one would have thought that the one who gave him a knife behind him was a weak child who looked innocent and had no power to bind a chicken.
Gradually, everyone gathered slowly, and people kept shouting in surprise: "Is this kid crazy?"
"what happened to him?"
"Go and ask the doctor to come!"
...
"Can't please! This... is a living corpse!"
Suddenly, among the voices of everyone, one of them suddenly yelled.
Everyone turned to look at him, only to see the man with a white beard and a rickety figure. He was already very old.
Something rushed through An Rushuang's mind, but quickly flashed over, making her tangled.
She turned her head and looked at the old man, couldn't help taking a step aside, and asked in a deep voice, "I wonder if you are..."
The old man with white beard and hair never answered, but his face was dignified and he walked slowly, and everyone gave way for him.
His steps were not hurried, he walked in front of the struggling child, slowly lowered his body, with a little silver light in his hand, directly stuck in the position of the child's heavenly cover.
But it was also amazing. After the needle went down, the child twitched twice and stopped moving.
An Rushuang raised her brows and couldn't help asking: "Are you also a doctor?"
The old man turned to look at her with a slight smile in his eyes, but he asked, "Not really, are you a doctor?"
An Rushuang realized that he had used the word ‘also’.
Thinking that I was still dressed as a red jade, Meng Li and Du Yong were still here, and said: "I am not, but there are a lot of doctors here."
But she had never seen such a superb and well-informed one.
All the ways to deal with the living corpses are known.
Where does this doctor come from, and what kind of identity is he?
The old man snorted twice and slowly said, "It's just that I've seen others deal with a living corpse like this. It's very crude, and very crude."
Du Yong hurriedly said to the side: "Does the old gentleman know what exactly this living corpse is? How could he suddenly jump over and kill the general?!"
He couldn't figure it out in his heart, and everyone couldn't figure it out, both eyes looked at the old man without blinking.
The old man turned his eyes and glanced at Meng Li, his dizzy old eyes were introverted, and after a while, he slowly said: "It's just a living corpse, as the name suggests, it's a living corpse. This corpse is alive, but it has no thoughts and no body temperature. It's just a walking dead, and I will never kill anyone."
He said this so that everyone nodded, and the fear of living corpses still came from the most basic fear of corpses.
Now that he knew that the living corpse was not very dangerous, some people leaned forward to see what the living corpse looked like.
Then Du Yong laughed: "What do you mean by this, could it be that our general ran into it on purpose?"
An Rushuang motioned to him not to be anxious, turned to look at the old man, and said in a deep voice, "Can this thing be controlled by someone?"
As soon as she said this, the old man raised his eyes and glanced at her meaningfully, and then said speciously: "This, old man, I don't understand. I'm just an ordinary old man. Who knows what this thing can do? "
The more he said this, the more sure An Rushuang's heart was—this old man definitely knew something, but just kept it secret.
I was about to ask something, but I heard the crowd began to agitate, and quickly backed away, and a cry of horror came out, deafening.
A few people were shocked, and turned to look at the crowd, but the child who was lying on the ground was the first one.
It didn't take long now, under the scorching sun, the child was already covered with corpses quickly, and his small face was mottled and pale, and it looked scary.
Moreover, the skin and flesh on his hands and feet have begun to fall off and rot, and the air is filled with a strong smell of corpses, but his mouth is already roaring.
However, in a moment, everyone fled, leaving only Meng Li, Du Yong, and An Rushuang dressed as a red jade.
Naturally, there is also the strange old man who fixed the child.
Several people looked at each other, An Rushuang looked at the child and walked towards him slowly.
But she was grabbed by someone's arm. She turned her head in surprise, and saw Meng Li's face with a hint of worry, and said solemnly, "Don't go there."
An Rushuang's mouth curled up slightly and said with a wry smile: "You still found out. That's it, I lost it."
Meng Li's thin lips were slightly pale, he coughed lightly, and whispered: "I said before, I know you what you look like."
"Then I gave up, you let me see him, and I want to know what happened."
An Rushuang looked at the child and was still very persistent.
Meng Li shook his head and said, "No, it's dangerous."
There was a hehe laughter on the side, and the old man slowly moved his steps towards him. Although he staggered a bit, he felt firm.
"You young couple don't abuse people here, old man, let me take a look. I have this old bone, and my life is not long, and no one is worried about when I die."
With that said, he laughed again, turned his head to look at An Rushuang and said: "It's just that if I die, I have to let this delicate little lady go to my funeral, so that I won’t get the time, even No one sent me."
Meng Li gave him a heavy look and said coldly: "She will not give you away."
The old man was investigating this matter, but now that he said so, he was just giving himself a step down, and now he was choked back by this general Meng, he was still in place for a while, and he couldn't speak.
Du Yong also noticed the situation, and hurriedly said with a smile: "I will send you and I will send you, this girl is delicate and weak, and can't lift you, I will come!"
The old man choked back again. Why did it sound like he was going to die tomorrow?
With a cold snort, the old man walked straight to the child and reached the child.
He grabbed his clothes, pulled a piece severely, tied it directly to the end of his nose, suppressing the strong smell of corpse, and then slowly lowered his body.
But this is the case, the strong taste is still not enough to faint him!