After being dumbfounded, Feng Langqing suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself: "Could I be hallucinating because I inhaled too much of the stench of rotting flesh?"
Otherwise, how could he have seen Yuanman render all the skeletons useless by simply extending one hand?
Haha, it must be a hallucination.
Hallucination.
Nan Yuanman, inside the black coffin, had no idea what Feng Langqing was thinking; she only felt like she was about to explode.
My tummy is bulging, and so is my head, as if someone has stuffed so many things into it.
"I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore." The little dumpling mumbled, dizzy and groping around the edge of the black coffin, before finally crawling out of it.
She didn't know what was happening inside the cave. All she knew was that she needed to release the excess spiritual energy in her body, otherwise it would burst her!
The tiny figure crawled out of the black coffin, and the moment the remaining skeletons approached, it almost instinctively clenched its fist and slammed it forward.
"Click..."
A faint cracking sound rang out, and the skeleton was instantly sent flying, crashing into the mountainside with a thud, scattering into countless bones that fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the cave was filled with human bones.
Feng Langqing lay on the coffin lid, staring blankly at the small figure that looked like a god of death: "It really is Yuanman, Yuanman has woken up!"
A look of joy appeared on his stubble-covered face, and his eyes, which had been dull and listless for days, suddenly lit up. He shouted at her, "Perfect! You—!!"
Before Feng Langqing could finish speaking, he saw Nan Yuanman swiftly eliminate all the skeletons in the cave and then leap forward.
Feng Langqing's expression changed drastically: "Yuanman! Where are you going?!"
He hurriedly climbed off the coffin lid, picked up the flattened small copper basin that had fallen to the ground, and chased after it. The moment the coffin lid landed on the black coffin, the black coffin slowly shrank and turned into a streak of black light, flying towards Nan Yuanman.
Compared to Feng Langqing's narrow escape from death, the battle in Panlong Village was incredibly fierce.
Nan Yichen was covered in blood, with countless scratches on his body. The wounds were an ominous purple color. His left leg was bent, and he was still desperately lunging towards the flying zombie.
Old Master Nan had a large hole in his chest, his clothes were tattered, and his already pale face was tinged with gray.
Zhong Xueliu and Zhuang Hetai looked like blood-soaked figures crawling out of a pool of blood.
Qi Chuhan stood in front of the crumbling barrier, her face flushed, and desperately used her corpse control technique to restrain the endless stream of skeletons crashing into the barrier.
"Aaaaaah! When are the reinforcements coming?!" Qi Chuhan cried out in despair, "I can't hold on much longer!!"
Inside Panlong Village, Tan Yufan set up an array to protect the villagers. Zhang Juan did not enter the array but stood with Tan Yufan.
The two women stared intently at the direction outside the village. Zhang Juan gripped her broadsword tightly, and when she heard Qi Chuhan's voice from outside, the veins on her forehead bulged, and she couldn't help but curse.
She desperately wanted to rush out and join the battle to protect her hometown with them, but she couldn't!
But Zhang Juan couldn't do it either; she couldn't just watch these younger generation members die trying to protect her.
On one side are the villagers he has protected for nearly a hundred years, and on the other side are the younger generation with a bright future.
Zhang Juan felt that fate was particularly unfair, deliberately giving her difficult problems.
As Zhang Juan paced back and forth irritably, slightly heavy footsteps suddenly came from behind her, accompanied by a hoarse voice: "A-Juan, look."
Zhang Juan and Tan Yufan turned around and saw a child and an old woman supporting each other as they walked out of the formation. When they saw the old woman, Zhang Juan's face showed surprise: "Grandma Lin, why did you come out?"
She frowned and stepped forward to help her up, intending to lead her back to the formation: "Go back quickly!"
Grandma Lin is the oldest person in Panlong Village. Her parents, husband, and sisters were all martyrs, and she is the only surviving member of her family.
That's why, a hundred years ago, when her father and the other villagers offered sacrifices, they deliberately ignored her.
Grandma Lin patted her hand gently, smiled at Tan Yufan, and then said in the local dialect of Panlong Village, "We've lived for nearly a hundred years, and we've lived enough."
"Ah Juan, let's go."
Zhang Juan's hand, which was supporting her arm, froze, and she stared blankly at her: "Grandma Lin..."
“I know Ajuan is a good girl. You have been protecting this village for a hundred years, and we have survived for so many years because of you. That’s enough.”
Grandma Lin spoke slowly and clearly: "That monster exists because of us, so let it end here completely and stop it from going out to harm people."
Zhang Juan's voice was hoarse, and she unconsciously tightened her grip: "But..."
Grandma Lin: "No buts. You know very well that those children can't protect us. The barrier your father set up with his life will eventually break. Rather than die at the hands of that monster, it's better to die at your hands."
"The others... also agreed. If they hadn't agreed, I wouldn't be here."
Zhang Juan fell silent.
She had to admit that what Grandma Lin said was true.
Given the current situation, those younger generations are not capable of protecting Panlong Village.
Even this formation...
It was just their last struggle.
Zhang Juan closed her eyes tightly, her voice hoarse: "I understand, you go back first, I... I'll take care of the rest."
Grandma Lin patted her hand with a smile: "Good boy/girl."
Zhang Juan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace as she carefully escorted Grandma Lin back into the formation.
When she came out again, she was much quieter. She glanced at Tan Yufan and said, "Junior, I'm entrusting the care of the villagers to you for the time being. I have something to do."
Tan Yufan nodded slightly: "Okay, senior."
Zhang Juan took a deep breath, glanced once more at the sounds of fighting emanating from outside the village, resolutely turned around, and walked towards the ancestral hall of Panlong Village.
She had already told Nan Yuanman and the others that the villagers of Panlong Village were interdependent with the flying zombies, but there was actually something else she hadn't told them.
That is, after realizing this, her father left her a backup plan.
This backup plan will destroy Panlong Village along with the flying zombies.
She didn't use this backup plan earlier because she couldn't bring herself to do it; after all, it wasn't just one or two lives, but hundreds.
Some of these people are relatives who have watched her grow up since childhood and have lived with her for nearly a hundred years.
How could she do that?
Now Zhang Juan understands that it's time to resort to her backup plan.
She had no idea what insidious schemes the hidden enemies had devised during the century they had been trapped in Panlong Village.
Seeing the flying zombies attacking Panlong Village so recklessly, she could guess that the flying zombies now likely had a way to break free from their symbiotic relationship with the villagers of Panlong Village.
In other words, once it evolves into an indestructible form, the villagers of Panlong Village will have no means to control it.
Zhang Juan felt heavy-hearted, as if she had thought about many things, or as if she hadn't thought about anything at all, and she walked all the way to the dilapidated little house.
If Nan Yuanman were here, he would definitely be able to tell that this small house is the one where Zhang Juan went out to rescue them and brought them back to Panlong Village.
She stood in front of the house for a long time, then slowly raised her hand and pushed open the door.
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