Just when Hua Wuxin was about to tell Prajna to stop and rest before setting off, before he could say anything, Prajna suddenly stopped as if she had telepathy with him and said, "Wait."
Hua Wuxin saw Prajna's serious expression and quickly realized that he didn't stop to rest because he felt too tired. It looked as if there was an ambush around. "Senior, what's wrong?"
Prajna looked around vigilantly and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any weapons with you?"
After he reminded her, Hua Wuxin quickly touched the soft sword at his waist. Oh, he forgot to bring it. "...I came here in a hurry and didn't bring it. I usually like to fight people. Are there any pursuers?"
"They can't be called pursuers, but some ruthless creatures." After saying this, Prajna handed Hua Wuxin the bamboo flute on her waist, which was as ordinary as it could be, and said, "You can use this for now. Remember, no matter what attacks us later, don't let it catch you, and don't touch it."
"Um?"
While Hua Wuxin was still holding her bamboo flute, bewildered, a group of people suddenly burst out from the previously silent forest. Prajna, not caring if Hua Wuxin hadn't reacted, casually picked up a branch and charged towards the attackers. Prajna's movements were certainly swift, but Hua Wuxin could clearly see a hint of hesitation in her movements, as if she was on guard, as if these aggressive and unusual people were somehow remarkable.
"What are you standing there for? Why don't you come and help me? Are you waiting to die?"
Hua Wuxin hurriedly rushed forward with a bamboo flute to help Prajna beat up these ungrateful little thieves. However, when he approached those people, it was impossible to say that he had no reaction.
The people attacking them were no longer human. Their faces were distorted, and the maggot-ridden, rotting flesh on their bodies carried an indescribable mixed smell.
“…These are!”
Prajna said that now was not the time to talk, and that they would discuss the details after they dealt with these dangerous zombies. "There are not many of them, so we need to fight quickly and decisively."
To be honest, these undead moved with such impassive abandon and lacked any consciousness, their only known moves consisting of tugging, biting, and tearing. But precisely because they lacked consciousness, they were incredibly difficult to defeat. After knocking them down, they would stand up again, then continue fighting. It wasn't until they found their knack, repeatedly kicking them in the waist, breaking their spines, that the undead finally calmed down.
Hua Wuxin clutched the bamboo flute, still in shock, and looked at the debris on the ground and said, "Are these dead? Or are they living dead?"
Prajna was still a little unaware as she stared at the undead on the ground, muttering to herself, "This generation of people truly possesses such rich imagination and creativity. I never thought these creatures would be so difficult to deal with. If they truly formed an army, the world would be in chaos."
"senior?"
Prajna waved her sleeves and jumped onto the tree, then ordered, "Go find some lychee tree branches and take care of them. I'll see if there's anything wrong."
"Okay, okay."
In the evening, under Prajna's command, Hua Wuxin gathered all the zombies into a pile, avoiding any skin contact. After gathering the lychee branches and lighting them, he looked at the blazing flames and asked with a heavy heart, "Could it be that Shi Zairong was responsible for all this?"
Shi Zairong and the others naturally did not tell Prajna and the others about the matter of the living dead, but with their martial arts skills, they often did not need anyone's consent to go wherever they wanted or know whatever they wanted.
"He doesn't have that ability, it's just a little strange. If I remember correctly, the remaining ones that haven't been released should have been dealt with. How can there be so many so close to the town? Even if it's Tianshu Tower, it can't be so fast."
Hua Wuxin listened to Prajna talking to him sometimes and then talking to herself sometimes, and asked in confusion, "Senior, what exactly happened? Can you tell me in detail?"
Prajna said, "It's a long story. It's getting late. Let's find a place to rest. I'll tell you in detail later."
...Late at night, Prajna finally told Hua Wuxin the entire long and strange story. It included the living dead that once existed in the town's dungeon and were now reduced to ash; Chen Xin's attack on his way to the capital; the attack on the Qingliang Valley military camp; and so on. But after a long silence, Hua Wuxin said, "Why haven't I heard anyone mention these things?"
Prajna smiled helplessly. If these things hadn't happened right under their noses, if they had suddenly encountered them, they would have been confused. "I guess King Qingliang hasn't figured out what's going on yet."
Hua Wuxin asked tentatively, "It seems that every move of Nanyue cannot escape the discerning eyes of the seniors?"
Prajna looked at the twinkling stars in the sky and said, "If you want to get some information from me, you'd better give up the idea as soon as possible."
Hua Wuxin had originally thought that he could get some information for Tang Chen's sake, but seeing that Prajna was so tight-lipped, he could only say, "These matters are not my business. I just hope to live a good life with my wife. As for the rest, I don't want to get involved anymore."
Hua Wuxin's words moved Prajna. For a moment, he was transported back decades, to when his father, holding the infant Jiang Ling, had found them and wanted Tanhua to return. At that time, Tanhua had resolutely abandoned everything and devoted herself to martial arts. Although she had mastered martial arts, she had lost the most important thing to her.
"Haha, you and your father are so similar in temperament and appearance. At first glance, I sometimes think your father is still alive."
Hua Wuxin was stunned for a moment before saying, "...Senior, some things are over and done with. Can we please not bring them up again?"
After all, they are mother and son. Although they look like father and daughter at first glance, no matter what, the connection between them is something that cannot be completely abandoned in this lifetime. "But she is your mother after all, and my junior sister. I admit that Tanhua does have a bad temper, but she has improved a lot now. Just give her a chance to make amends."
Whenever this matter was brought up, Hua Wuxin's expression remained remarkably consistent. It was nothing but indifference. "Make amends? It's too late to make amends now. When my father passed away, she was still solely focused on her martial arts. Now that she's dead, there's no point in saying these things."
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