The group, now including Fuqu and Baili Tusu, waited near the dilapidated temple for half a day, but still did not see anyone from the Qionghua Sect appear.
So they decided to leave a mark and head ahead to the scout location for this operation.
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"Our destination is the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Bats, the tomb of the Black Heart Elder, the founder of the Blood Refining Hall of the Demonic Cult. It served as the secret stronghold of the Blood Refining Hall thousands of years ago."
“It was wiped out by our righteous predecessors a thousand years ago.”
"However, according to our scouts, the remnants of the Blood Refining Hall seem to be making moves again, frequently entering and leaving the Ten Thousand Bats Cave, with the intention of reviving the Blood Refining Hall."
"Our purpose on this trip is not only to wipe out the remaining rebels, but also to find out what secrets they have."
On the way to their destination, Zeng Shushu briefed everyone on the details of the trip.
suddenly.
They made a sudden, sudden escape.
The young monk Faxiang looked solemnly at the town below and said, "Brother Zeng, please wait a moment. Something seems wrong here."
"Such a strong aura of malevolence and resentment!"
His junior brother, Fazheng, also frowned, his thick eyebrows and large eyes furrowing, his expression solemn.
Li Xun pointed at the hopping zombies below and exclaimed, "Look, those are zombies! So many zombies! All the residents of this town have turned into zombies!"
"Hey, we're not blind, stop yelling."
Biyao couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Junior sister, my name isn't Hey, it's Li Xun," Li Xun said awkwardly to Bi Yao.
Biyao ignored him and flew straight down to the zombies below.
As the eldest daughter of the Demonic Sect, Biyao can be considered a true-blue second-generation demon, but she despises such acts of creating plagues from the bottom of her heart.
The difference between the demonic and the righteous paths lies only in their cultivation philosophies; both paths ultimately pursue the Great Dao and aspire to immortality.
However, there are always some extreme madmen who commit heinous acts and tarnish the reputation of the evil cult.
So much so that when people mention the Demonic Sect, their first reaction is the indiscriminate killing of innocent people.
Biyao stretched out her delicate, white hand, her wrist adorned with a string of exquisite bells, which she gently shook.
"Ring ring—"
As if receiving a command, the numerous wandering zombies instantly stopped what they were doing and all looked over.
However.
The next moment.
A flash of sword light came.
"Behold, you vixen!" came a sharp shout.
Biyao didn't even look at it, and gently shook the bell again.
The clear and melodious bell sound transformed into an invisible shield wall, extinguishing the sword light.
Li Xun, being a social butterfly, immediately flew over and explained to the newcomer, "My lady, you've misunderstood."
The person who made the move was noble and elegant, dressed in elaborate and gorgeous attire, wearing a blue and white long dress, and possessed a captivating charm.
But her expression was not good, and she said coldly, "Misunderstanding? I have stayed here for several days to find the person behind the scenes, and today I finally see you all arrive."
Fuqu leaped over, looked at the elegant woman, and asked, "Wait a minute, are you Junior Sister Liu Mengli?"
"Who are you?"
The elegant woman frowned and glanced at the lotus.
"I am Fuqu, a disciple of Tianyong City." Fuqu clasped her hands in a fist and explained, "We met five years ago at the Kunlun Mountain Grand Competition."
After a moment of careful recollection, Liu Mengli remembered Fuqu and nodded, saying, "So it was Senior Sister Fuqu. I was rude."
Fuqu asked, "Junior Sister Liu, what exactly happened here?"
Liu Mengli's expression was grave as she explained:
"I passed through here seven days ago. At that time, there was a plague in the village, and many villagers were unconscious with high fever."
"I intended to make an antidote for them, but unexpectedly, they mutated into zombies the next day and infected other villagers as well."
"Since I couldn't rescue the villagers, I decided to wait and see what happened, and find out the truth behind it all."
"Until today, I see you all appear."
After hearing Liu Mengli's explanation, everyone frowned.
Clearly, this is a zombie disaster deliberately created by members of a demonic cult.
Fuqu was at a loss for words, so she turned to Murong Fu and asked, "Senior Brother Murong, what do you think?"
At the same time, he did not forget to introduce: "Junior Sister Liu, Senior Brother Murong is a disciple of Qingyun Sect."
Murong Fu raised an eyebrow and said, "Before we find out who's behind this, let's investigate why the villagers were poisoned."
"Then how do we investigate?" Fuqu continued to ask.
Murong Fu said, "It's very simple. There are only two ways to spread a plague on a large scale: one is through airborne transmission, and the other is through waterborne transmission."
"Clearly, although the malevolent energy and resentment here are extremely strong, there is no sign of plague in the air."
"Then there's only one possibility left: water."
"We'll explore the ancient wells and rivers; we might find something."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions brightened, and things became more organized.
"I didn't even think of that." Liu Mengli frowned and murmured, feeling somewhat guilty. "If we had noticed the water source might be problematic earlier, perhaps we could have reduced the casualties."
“Junior Sister Liu, you’re just worried and making a mistake,” Murong Fu comforted her.
"Phew~" Liu Mengli sighed, shook her head and waved her hand, saying, "Let's split up and search for a water source."
Having said that, he flew on his sword above the town.
Looking down from above, the ground was covered with walking corpses, numbering in the tens of thousands.
Lu Xueqi, who had always been silent, suddenly swung her sword. The icy blue sword energy, like wind, frost, rain, and snow, turned the zombies on the ground into ice sculptures.
Liu Mengli was startled and asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"
"Amitabha!"
Faxiang shouted a Buddhist chant and interjected, "Benefactor Lu's actions have frozen countless zombies, thus giving them a glimmer of hope."
After careful consideration, Liu Mengli realized that it was indeed the case; freezing them was better than letting them roam freely.
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