Chapter 39 Mummy

A pure black square scarf embroidered with green edges covered Qin Tonger's eyes and nose. He did not wear protective clothing, but only used a "auspicious parcel" made of Jixiangtian to protect his cheeks. The exposed eyes had begun to seep blood, and it was filled with fatigue and a faint and uncatchable despair.

The plague at the base has been six and a half hours. During this period, the virus spreads at a terrible speed. Although it is still uncontrollable with the help of the efficient disinfection department of the Trace Team and the clean talisman water of the wooden door.

The source of the virus is water, and people who have drunk coffee and tea during this period have been poisoned without exception.

The poison used by immortals is completely different from the poison in this world. The temporarily prepared antidote can only delay the onset time, but cannot be fundamentally solved.

Six and a half hours.

A terrible six and a half hours.

There are more than 1,300 people in the base, and more than 500 people have been infected. Most of them are poisoned by the digestive system after drinking water, and some are caused by the poisoned person's ulceration of the yellow water contacting the body.

The base was as quiet as death. People who were not poisoned had been concentrated in Area B. After ultraviolet disinfection and inspection of the wooden door, they sat wither in the large conference room, and hundreds of people's faces were covered in dust.

They knew that many of their colleagues, friends, kids in card games and intrigues were waiting for the arrival of death in despair.

At the gate of Area A, Qin Tong'er stood straight like a javelin. His team and the wooden door under him had been working continuously for more than six hours. It was time to run out of oil and the lamps were exhausted. The team's high-efficiency antibiotics were almost used up. The masters of the wooden door were about to die out, and the green light sprinkled in the glass hall and other areas of Area A gradually faded.

If the green light fades, the vitality of the toxins in the human body will be resurrected.

No hope.

Humans in despair can do anything. The glass door is covered with yellow water and blood stains, which are traces left by poisoned people who try to capture the protective door and crawl out of the air window above.

All the six members who tried to climb out were ruthlessly killed by the strong attacking team guarding the periphery with long-range firepower under Qin Tonger's cold order.

After so many times, the poisoned people finally gave up their struggle in despair and waited helplessly for the arrival of death.

Everyone's faces were full of despair. The people who were poisoned sat foolishly in the corner, hiding behind the table, far away from the yellow water in the center of the floor, as if the distance between them, the safer they were. Even if this safety is only a few seconds or a few minutes...

Everyone's eyebrows were gone, their hair was also starting to fall off, and their skin ulcers were slowly accelerating.

If it weren't for the destruction team and the wooden door who were desperately delaying the time of the toxin attack, the hall would have corpses crisscrossed all over the world and the yellow water flowed wildly.

Even so, more than a hundred people have turned into ghosts in the underworld, with vague flesh and blood on the ground.

"Old Zhu. How long can you last?" Qin Tong'er's right hand was always on the shoulder of an old man. His abundant Taoist power poured into the old man's body, and then dissipated from the green bamboo stick in the old man's hand, forming the most powerful clear light from the wooden door in the hall, sprinkling on the poisoned people.

The old man looked back and his blind eyes blinked weakly twice, revealing the paleness inside: "At most an hour, eldest son. Antidote?"

At this time, scientists who escaped from the plague were gathering in Area C. After collecting relevant serums, they began to develop truly targeted antidotes.

Qin Tonger shook her head, and the light on her palm shone brightly, and abundant authentic power poured into Zhu Yingsou's back.

Zhu Yingsou looked at the pitiful humans in the field with hair loose and festered skin on their bodies, and sighed: "I can feel that the poison must be killed. The toxins in these people seem to be under the control of some kind of force. That's why we can't purify these toxins."

Qin Tonger groaned, and his eyes exposed outside the scarf were cold and terrifying: "I have been searching for it, but I haven't found it yet."

"You go, I can do it myself."

Zhu Yingsou moved his shoulders and shook Qin Tonger's palm off his back. Suddenly, Erqing shouted, and the eyeballs under his eyelids turned their heads quickly, and a sneer turned the green bamboo stick in his hand less than two arms into a bamboo banner, just like the bamboo banner he held when he and Yi Tianxing fought.

The yellow cloth spread on the bamboo banner, and a breeze suddenly rose in the hall full of turbidity, blowing over the poisoned crowd.

Qin Tong'er stood behind him, sighed, his figure faded, and disappeared.

Zhu Yingsou bit his tongue, groaned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, bursting into a ball of blood mist in the air. He stretched out his old fingers and drew quickly in the air, as if he was writing something. As his fingertips moved, the blood mist in the air seemed to be controlled by some force, and began to swirl in the air, and then suddenly hit the yellow cloth of the bamboo banner.

With a puff.

Blood fell on the yellow cloth and was written into dozens of regular characters with a soft and soft meaning.

"The clearness turns into clouds, the clouds float thousands of miles, the bamboos and peaches are inside and outside, and the peaches are red for three thousand miles, and the wind rises thousands of miles, and the mind is correct to clear the heart and calm the heart!"

There are no punctuation marks between each character on the bamboo banner, and one character is written in a regular script, but the end of the character is bleeding, connecting each character to one place, like a dragon and a cloud, without any stagnation.

The clouds depend on each other, and that little bit is bright red, condensed like cinnabar.

The two words are not the same.

Peaches are similar to peaches, and the few dots are like rain, like blood rain comes to the world.

The two words are also different.

The heart is connected with the heart, and the dots are like cuckoos weeping blood, and I can't bear the tragic scene in the world.

The two words are similar and different.

Zhu Yingsou suddenly paused the bamboo banner, and the blood-word spells on the yellow cloth on the banner suddenly lit up. Each character seemed to have a shiny green edge pattern embroidered around it, looking extremely beautiful.

Finally, the two characters of Heart suddenly became dark, and the three dots on the character "Heart" seemed to jump out of the bamboo banner.

The bright red dot is like blood, the blood in the heart.

Zhu Yingsou's face was pale. His chest suddenly moved, and on a whim, it spewed out of his throat...but it was not a blood mist, but a green fog. With the guidance of the bamboo banner, the light fan of the yellow cloth slowly floated towards every poisoned crowd gathering room in the base area A.

This is his natal true essence, the last breath of "breath" by the elder of Mumen.

As soon as the green mist got on the human body, the ulcer of the poisoned crowd immediately improved.

Zhu Yingsou held the green bamboo banner, his face was pale, wrinkles gradually arose, and he looked extremely tired. He suddenly sighed slowly, and his eyes that had been closed quickly turned and his eyes were quiet.

He just held the Qingzhu Banner and stood steadily at the door of Area A, just like a door god who blessed his family with peace.

"Old Zhu has returned."

Qin Tonger stood at the door of the room. She was about two meters away from the hospital bed, looking at Qin Linchuan sitting on the bed.

Qin Linchuan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed slightly, his hands formed a Taoist trick, and gently placed it on his knees. He seemed to be resisting something.

His brows moved slightly, as if he felt a certain pain in his body.

The air exchange system is still operating normally, and wind blows through the small room, and the thin LCD TV on the window is also the scene of wind blowing grass and low ground.

The wind blew past Qin Linchuan's slightly chaotic eyebrows, and a trace of eyebrows fell down weakly.

"It's a very powerful poison, I can't force it out." Qin Linchuan slowly opened his eyes, looked at his son standing at the door, and said lightly: "Have you found that immortal family?"

Qin Tonger lowered her head slightly: "No, several teams have been sent to the ground, but no news has come back."

Qin Linchuan sighed: "The strength is too different, and I can't find the immortal family at all. I'm going to die." He stood up from the hospital bed, suddenly frowned, touched his chest, turned around carefully and coughed twice at the head of the bed.

"Father..." Qin Tong'er looked up and frowned slightly.

"Are you waiting to die here?" Qin Linchuan smiled and said, "I'll go to the ground to take a look."

"Yes." Qin Tonger left the door and made a way out.

Qin Linchuan was not in a hurry to leave, but instead said softly: "The reason why six places fell to this day is that I should bear the main responsibility. I dragged these people into this unreasonable war... But... I actually just kept trying to find a way out. I want to find a way out for the people of practice in today's society and find the role we should have. Today, I don't know if I have done something wrong."

Qin Tonger stood straight, silent like a soldier.

"There are two mountains that have been pressing on us, one side is the Heavenly Court and the other..." Qin Linchuan smiled and said, "I am the same brothers of Zhu Yingsou. You have never experienced those things at a young age. When we were young, we often had to kill some mysterious figures in various temples in the world. The tragic situation at that time was actually not much better than today."

"What's even more terrifying is that after paying hundreds or even thousands of people, the disciples of the previous generation were forced to go to Guiyuan Temple after paying the price of hundreds or even thousands of people, following the will of heaven and erasing the traces of those mysterious figures in the temple."

"If Zier could kill Yi Tianxing's master in Guiyuan Temple in 1994, then there wouldn't be these things now, and I could easily make a choice."

“It’s a pity, no.”

"So... I chose another way, and I am not willing to sprinkle the blood of you young people in those places according to the will of heaven."

After a little silence, Qin Linchuan's face flashed with an inexplicable look and he slowly said, "Maybe I was wrong."

Qin Tonger didn't say anything, just listened - he knew that this might be the last time he heard his father's words.

Qin Linchuan was addicted to tea and was always poisoned. Although he was now using powerful Taoist power to suppress the toxins in his body, if he met an immortal on the ground and fought between the two sides, he would inevitably die of poison.

Qin Linchuan's body gradually faded in the air. He used the teleportation technique to leave the base, leaving only the last sentence.

"Keep Zhu Yingsou's remains, and if they do not disappear in half an hour, all the employees will evacuate and go to Kunlun."

Kunlun is the birthplace of the last three days, but if evacuated, at least half of the people in this base will die in a crazy claustrophobia.

On the Gobi Desert, the sun has passed its highest point, and the dazzling white light slowly moved westward. The shadow of the rare black stone hills above the desert was gradually lengthened, and the shadow quietly occupied the territory of the yellow sand like a demon that devoured people.

At the end of the shadow is a shallow grave, with some strong plants that are cold-resistant, heat-resistant, drought-resistant, with low branches and small leaves on them thin and invisible. They are densely crawling over the hills, and it is obvious that they have grown for many years.

This place is about hundreds of kilometers away from the Western Xia royal tomb. In ancient times, there were often past business travelers. The soldiers in the blood and fire of the Western Regions were buried here. There were many quicksands moving in the shallow surface of the ground. Therefore, ancient tombs are often brought out from the ground by quicksand.

Such shallow graves are everywhere, inconspicuous.

But if someone observes carefully, he will definitely find that this grave is a bit abnormal, on the surface of the ground plants on the sand. On the thin layer of gray, there seems to be a dark light, looking lifeless.

More lifeless than a dead tomb.

In the sand grave, Haotianjun Lu Yue was lying with his eyes closed. His body was exactly the same as the temperature around him, completely blending with nature. There was no expression on his black face, but his eyebrows and hair seemed to be burned out.

He kept secretly following Zhou Xin and Qin Linchuan. His original intention was to find those human monks hiding like mice through Qin Linchuan. Unexpectedly, he discovered that human weapons are now terrifying to this realm. Although he hid dozens of kilometers away, he was still inevitably damaged by the high temperature and strong light after the nuclear explosion.

So he lurked, while healing his wounds, he used his best skills to retaliate wildly.

He didn't know where the six secret bases were, the base was deep under the sand and was protected by a large barrier. Therefore, the spiritual sense could not be explored, so he took a more domineering method.

Haotianjun, who was quietly lying in the grave, was motionless. However, a lot of black air slowly oozed out from his skin, forming a vicious aura that looked like a solid body. The breath seemed to be heavier than the air. It slid down his body and then penetrated into the sand.

Poison, poison the immortal land.

The method is simple, the effect is scary.

At this time, there was no longer a living life under the sand hundreds of square kilometers around Lop Nur except the base. Following the quicksand, along the dark river, and along the roots of the plants, the plague of immortals was spreading among every grain of sand, every drop of water, and every life's body.
To be continued...