Here Lies The Wicked

At this moment, everyone was frantically running away.

Everyone looked frightened and ran away in panic.

Just then, Zhang Jianming's voice rang out, "Run towards the village entrance, where you can run out of the village!"

When everyone ran to the entrance of the village, they were pleasantly surprised to see the country bus parked in the open space at the entrance of the village, such as a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, the driver rushing into the car, and everyone trying to squeeze into the car.

Between life and death, the selfish side of human nature began to reveal itself at this moment. Everyone was frantically crowding to get on the car and escape from this terrifying mountain village as soon as possible.

"Ah! Those hairs are coming out!"

"We're going to die here!"

All of a sudden, someone screamed in despair. Everyone was freezing cold and saw more long black hair spreading around the ancestral temple.

At this moment, they were as cold as falling ice, desperate to climb onto everyone's face.

But just then!

Zhang Jianming's figure suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice, "Someone must stay behind and fight for the opportunity for others to run out of the village."

Crazy!

Everyone looked at Zhang Jianming like a madman at the moment. Facing the horrible scene in front of them, everyone knew that whoever left the rear would die.

Ten deaths and no life.

No one stood out and everyone was still frantically crowding onto the country bus, then screaming for the driver to drive.

Zhang Jianming stood still like a rock.

Zhao Tai, who had been running side by side with Zhang Jianming, was silent for a moment. Then he stopped and stood beside Zhang Jianming silently.

At this moment, it was the youngest Chen Zhiyong, his voice anxiously said, "Class monitor zhang, brother zhao, even if the thing behind us is faster, it can't be faster than the car. We can all leave here safely together."

Chen Zhiyong, who was only in her twenties, was clearly in a panic in the face of strange things unknown.

"Chen Zhiyong, tell me loudly that you are a soldier!" Chen Zhiyong of zhang jianming dynasty said solemnly and in a low voice.

"Class monitor zhang, what's wrong with you..."

"Chen Zhiyong, tell me loudly that you are a soldier!" Zhang Jianming said in a low voice again.

The next second, Chen Zhiyong straightened up and shouted, "I'm a soldier!"

A soldier for one day, a soldier for the rest of his life! Even though we are veterans without uniforms, we still have the responsibility and mission of a soldier. The soul of a soldier has already been carved into every inch of our flesh and bones! The duty and mission of a soldier is to be in the country, to be able to do anything when the people need it, one after another! Because! We are the eternal great wall! We are the solemn national emblem! Zhang Jianming was solemn.

"Now, Chen Zhiyong, tell me loudly, what is the duty and mission of a soldier?"

Chen Zhiyong straightened himself up and roared with all his might, "The duty and mission of a soldier is to be able to do whatever the people want in the country! Because! We are the great wall that will never fall! We are the solemn national emblem!"

Zhang Jianming said word by word, "You are a soldier. You have your duty and mission. Even if you are already a retired soldier who has taken off his uniform, your blood has already been branded with the blood of the soul of the army. The soul of the army is always at the front. It would rather bleed than retreat!"

"Is that clear?"

Chen Zhiyong roared with conviction in his eyes, "Clear!"

"I am a soldier, the blood of a soldier's soul is flowing in my body. A soldier's soul is always in front of me. I would rather bleed than retreat!"

His voice was like a rock through a cloud. He took a vow.

Chen Zhiyong looked towards his hometown and saluted the most upright, solemn, and solemn military salute. His voice was sonorous and resolute, "Father, mother, if there is a next life, I will be filial to you! I will be your son!"

This young soldier, only in his twenties, had two lines of clear tears in his resolute eyes.

Everyone knew that leaving the person behind this time would be dangerous and unknown...

The passengers on the bus were silent.

Shame on her head.

I'm sorry...

He apologized in shame.

The rest of them, who were still waiting in line to get on the bus, did not dare to look back at the three veterans who had left behind to take the initiative to break up.

Because their conscience is still alive!

They felt... A sense of guilt and uneasiness!

"I'll stay behind, you guys..." Suddenly, a very weak voice said voluntarily.

It's Fang Zheng!

However, before he could finish his sentence, Fang Zheng suddenly felt a whirling headache, his eyes darkened, and he was repeatedly traumatized by the ghost hitting the wall. Finally, he was unable to withstand the weak attack and fell to the ground in a faint.

"Fang Zheng!"

"Brother Fang Zheng!"

A few hurried voices. Before she fainted, Fang Zheng seemed to hear Zhang Jianming's anxious voice, "You take the Fang Zheng brothers and leave by car from the downhill road. The three of us are responsible for guiding the thing behind us up the mountain..."

"Contact the outside world immediately after you leave the village..."

Watching the country bus sped out of Gujing village, Zhang Jianming and the other three immediately took action.

They found that not far away, there were private cars for self-driving tourists, suvs, three-car cars, pickup trucks... When they arrived, the place was filled with blood, and the dead and miserable tourists were lying in a pool of blood, with their faces full of despair and horror, as if they had seen something terrible.

The three of them hurriedly searched for the car keys from the corpse, intending to drive their black hair less than a hundred meters behind them to the mountain, so that they could buy enough time for others to escape.

Zhang Jianming squatted down and found the car keys from the body of a tourist who was half-sitting with his back against a tire.

However, just as Zhang Jianming was about to get up, the body of the tourist suddenly fell sideways without any reason. I wonder if it was a coincidence that the left hand of the fallen body actually grabbed Zhang Jianming's ankle.

Zhang Jianming tried to break off the hand that grabbed his ankle several times, but the hand of the tourist's corpse was like an iron hoop that could not be broken.

Zhang Jianming sighed, "You, rest in peace. Don't worry. I'll take you with me."

I don't know if Zhang Jianming's words worked, but when he tried to break the hand on his ankle again, he broke off five fingers easily this time.

"Take all the bodies on the ground and leave Gujing village together!" Zhang Jianming picked up the body and shouted at zhao tai and Chen Zhiyong, who had found a car key each.

"Let's drive the car up the hill and get these hairs off the ground!"

...

Fang Zheng did not know how long he had been unconscious. Suddenly, boom!

The car shook violently, as if it had hit a cliff, and there was a scream in the car. Fang Zheng, who was unconscious and unprotected, immediately smashed the windshield with great inertia and fell out of the car, plop!

Finally, the man fell into a huge river and was quickly washed away.

Cough.

Choked by a mouthful of muddy water, Fang Zheng's painfully closed eyes suddenly closed.

Bang!

The river exploded and a figure jumped from the surface of the water to the shore. He stood alone on the bank of the river, his eyes splitting as he looked in the direction of Gujing village.

"The duty and mission of a soldier is to be in the country and to be able to do whatever the people want! Because! We are the great wall that will never fall! We are the solemn national emblem!"

Her nerves were deeply stirred.

Bang!

The soil beneath his feet exploded, and a deep hole was created by his feet. One knife, one man, and he was killed to the end of the sky.

Blood tonic, strengthening!

The Early Weather Kung keeps growing in the body, dispelling all kinds of diseases and treating injuries.

Tranquilizers, strengthening!

The mental martial arts that was about to break down, performed "Demon ape meditation" over and over again, regained stability and condensed spirit.

Fang Zheng had been carrying all the medicine he needed to practice with him. At this moment, he no longer cared whether he was still haunted by the wall, whether he would be spied on by the ghost to the secret of the Human Skin scriptures. He just wanted to cut that ghost down!

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