: 2784 Living dead heap (1)

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Rao is used to seeing the big scenes in Muyan, and seeing this person can not help but scalp numb.
"Save me... I beg you... save me..."
With the cry, the person shed black tears in one eye, but the other eyes rushed out of the worms.
The scene is getting more and more horrible.
Mu Yan took out a medicinal herb and fed it to his mouth, grabbing his hand and about to take the pulse.
I heard a low, hoarse voice coming from my side.
"Don't be stupid. You want to save people. It's not enough to save this one. The rest of them will kill you."
Mu Yan a glimpse, follow the sound.
However, there are heavy black fog here, and the illumination spar can't take much longer.
She couldn't see who she was talking about.
At this time, a fire suddenly flew up from the ground and then burst into the air.
This time, like the sun through the clouds to disperse the dense fog, the time to take a picture of the surrounding scene.
"hiss--!!"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Mu Yan suddenly took a breath.
She didn't even have time to see what was in front of her eyes. The only thing she saw in her eyes was the dense "heavy body" that caught her ankle.
Yes, in the face of Mu Yan, these long-time people are not like ghosts, they can only be called living bodies.
They have not even had any sense of the mind. They only know that they instinctively squirm their bodies and make a low noise of the lotus.
However, when the fire was shining, these living corpses lying on the ground suddenly all leaped up the upper body, screaming and clawing, and roaring like a ghost.
Let this place of glory, the moment is like a of the evil spirits.
"See it? These people are no longer insane, only a trace of instinct to survive."
"If you take the medicinal herbs and let them feel the pure spiritual power, they will be robbed in spite of it. If you use the spiritual power to treat people, they will smell the spiritual power of you, and they will rush over to you." The meat bites down."
The fire in the sky slowly dissipated and the surroundings returned to the darkness.
However, Mu Yan still saw the person who spoke. It was a thin middle-aged man with a narrow eye socket, loose hair knotted, and a face full of sorrow. It is obviously not good here, but compared to those living bodies. But still retain a bit of wisdom.
Mu Yan pulled the hand that grabbed her ankle. Without the use of spiritual power, she used only the mysterious spirit to twist the two hands of the claws.
Then dragged the sack to the middle-aged man: "I don't know who you are?"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "In this uncleanness, we will sooner or later become a living corpse like this person who is not a ghost or a ghost. If you don't know your name, what does it mean?"
The lighting spar is lit in front of the eyes of both people, and Mu Yan can see the desperate look of the middle-aged man’s face.
The middle-aged man looked over inadvertently. Who knows this look, but suddenly squinted, revealing a trace of erroneous color: "Little girl, you... what is your name?"
Mu Yan picked up her eyebrows: "When you ask someone else's name, don't you first report yourself, what is the reason?"
The middle-aged man squatted for a long while: "My name is Wen Huanglang."
Name is warm?
Mu Yan’s mind unconsciously remembered the treasurer of the listening cabinet, Wen Qingyuan.
"Little girl, can you tell me your name?"
Mu Yan thought for a moment and said: "Jun Mu Yan."
"Your surname is you?!!!" The voice of Wen Huanglang was almost suddenly high, and the face that had already had a lifelessness suddenly became very vivid.