"What, do you say Zhao Feng is a zombie?" Listening to the words of the Demon, Ling Fan was as if he was falling into an ice cellar, and his whole body was half cold.

He had heard of zombies when he was in the Tianling Sect, but he didn't know much. He only knew that zombies were very powerful living bodies and had to suck human blood. Especially for cultivators, they would definitely die after being bitten by zombies! And he also heard that zombies were not only powerful, but also very good at speed. If he was targeted by zombies, he would be dead for a lifetime!

"That Zhao Feng looks like a living person, and there is nothing surprising about it. She is just more charming and beautiful than an ordinary woman. No matter how I look at it, I don't look like a zombie that sucks human blood. How could it be a zombie?" Ling Fan couldn't believe it.

"Hehe, boy, I said that this world is big, and zombies are very special creatures. You have been watching the sky through the past ten years. What can you know? When your strength increases in the future, and zombies come into contact with more zombies, you will naturally understand."

"What should I do?" Ling Fan asked.

"What else can I do? Escape, but I definitely can't escape now. The zombies at night are more active and their senses are more sensitive. Find an opportunity to escape during the day." Fumo said.

"Hmm???" Ling Fan nodded without a trace. Then, in an anxious wait, welcoming the arrival of dawn.

In the long dark night when Ling Fan was as old as the year, finally, the red sun slowly rose from the east in Ling Fan's extremely anticipated eyes. The monks who were sleeping soundly also woke up one after another.

"Zhang Jun is gone!" I don't know who shouted loudly, and immediately woke everyone who was sleepy.

Ling Fan was shocked and looked at everyone one by one. Finally, he found that the number was one less than yesterday, and the fewer one was Zhang Jun. "It's impossible. I didn't sleep late last night, so why did there be one less person?" Ling Fan couldn't believe his eyes, rubbed them again and again, but Zhang Jun still did not appear in his eyes.

"Ling Fan, did you find something wrong last night?" A monk in blue came over and asked, and the other monks also looked at Ling Fan unanimously. Because according to the monk who was vigilant in the first half of the night, Zhang Jun was still there in the first half of the night, and the time of disappearance was most likely in the second half of the night when Ling Fan was responsible.

"No, I haven't noticed anything wrong, and I don't know why Zhang Jun disappeared for no reason." Ling Fan must not tell the story of Zhao Feng being a zombie, otherwise everyone will die by then. However, Ling Fan was puzzled. He didn't sleep last night, so why did Zhang Jun disappear without feeling at all?

"You were captured in Zhao Feng's charm last night, and you had no feeling at all about what happened around you. Your thoughts were completely immersed in her charm." Fu Mo's words rang out in his heart at the right time, answering Ling Fan's doubts.

Listening to Ling Fan's answer, everyone was disappointed and became even more panicked. The four spiritual soldiers they relied on still lifting Zhao Feng's sedan chair like wood and standing there, as if they had no feeling at all about what had happened in the past few days.

The man who named in front of the Zhao family's mansion also came with him, and he heard him shouting: "Don't panic, everyone, you're about to arrive in Kaiping City. Now you can only cheer up. It's okay to arrive in Kaiping City. At that time, our Zhao family will pay another 300 gold coins."

Listening to the words of the Han Dynasty, everyone could only cheer up. They could only attribute the strange things that had happened in the past few days to being targeted by strange things in the Huolin Mountains. So now everyone hopes to arrive in Kaiping City as soon as possible so that they can leave after receiving the money.

The group of people set off again in the Huolin Mountains with some fear and anxiety. Ling Fan, who knew this, followed silently, but was thinking about how to escape Zhao Feng's devilish claws.

"I heard that zombies seem to be afraid of the sun. By the way, Zhao Feng has been in the sedan chair during the day and only comes out to play at night to harm people. Then I choose to escape when the sun is the strongest at noon." Ling Fan thought for a while, and had a decision in his heart.

The group walked for a while, and before they knew it, they had arrived quietly at noon. In the past, they would have stopped to rest for a while, but after finding that one person was strangely missing last night, no one was in a mood to rest at noon and waste time. They now want to arrive in Kaiping City as soon as possible. So they just took some dry food and ate while walking.

Zhao Feng in the sedan chair didn't say anything about these monks who were in a hurry to go, and seemed to be unwilling to care about it.

Seeing that the time had come, Ling Fan covered his stomach with his hands and said anxiously to a monk next to him: "Brother, I don't know if he had a stomachache last night, so I can't help it. You guys go first, I'll squat there and come over immediately."

"Then be careful, don't take it for a long time, remember to follow up." The monk next to Ling Fan said.

Ling Fan covered his stomach and ran aside quickly, looking like he was about to be unable to bear it, as if he was really a stomachache and was about to be pulled out.

Some monks in front saw Ling Fan running aside and looked anxious. One of them turned his head and asked, "What's going on?"

"I had stomachache, so I ran and squatted."

The monks stopped saying anything and continued to rush forward.

Ling Fan ran all the way. After running for a while, he finally stopped exhausted and gasped heavily.

He is not a saint, and he has no feelings for those monks who are traveling with him, so he did not say that Zhao Feng is a zombie, and even if he says it, it will be useless. He doesn't believe that just one of them can compete with the zombie with just a dozen spiritists. Even if this zombie is afraid of light, it cannot be his opponent. After all, there are four spiritists on Zhao Feng's side!

At this time, there were still more than a dozen spiritists protecting Zhao Feng's sedan chair. Seeing Ling Fan not returning for a long time, no one went to find him. After all, no one had anything to do with him, so there was no risk of finding someone who had nothing to do with him.

In the sedan chair in the white gauze tent, Zhao Feng, with a lazy face, leaned gently on the sedan chair, his watery eyes were gently closed together, and a slender and white jade hand was holding his cheeks to rest in the sedan chair.

Suddenly, her slightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing an intriguing smile: "The prey I liked has never escaped yet?" The gentle words were still echoing in the sedan chair, but Zhao Feng's figure flashed, and a fiery red shadow rushed out of the gauze tent like a stream of light, and no one of the accompanying practitioners found it??? (To be continued)
Chapter completed!