Chapter 164: Who is born for the world
Xilian Station is not far from the sluice, and it is not slow to fly through the clouds and mist. In the blink of an eye, Zuo Chen took everyone to fly over Xilian Station.
The layout of Xilian Station is exactly the same as that seen in the dream, but the details are slightly different.
The Xiliantai in the dream is more like being blown by the winds of time and becoming dilapidated and fragile, while the Dazhai here has just been baptized by the flames of war and blood, with green smoke and red blood, dotted with All around.
There are scratches on the walls, corpses are scattered around the city, the ground is covered with trampled arrows, and the bright red blood and dark corpses form a moat surrounded by the dead.
And above the bodies of the dead, there are still black figures wandering around.
Zuo Chen looked down, his eyes fell on the wandering dark creature, and he observed it carefully.
Their bodies are wrapped in black on the outside and bright red on the inside. Their bodies are twisted and deformed, and their torsos are alienated.
“No! These are not black water evils!”
Hu Wen’s eyes widened.
"Huh?"
Zuo Chen didn't react at first, so he took a closer look.
It was then that I realized that these little things looked slightly familiar.
That seems to be...
Those black figures in the nightmare!
Hu Wen explained in a low voice:
“The evil things in the black water have been seriously mutated. They may have three heads and six arms, or they may be shaped like animals, or they may have green faces and fangs. They look like the true form of the Dharma in the legend, but they are also weird. Xie Sui, the following... are not!"
"Then what are they!"
Hu Wen hesitated and couldn't answer, so Zuo Chen answered:
"I'm afraid, these people who ran out of dreams are ghosts in dreams!"
Everyone's faces were so dark that they looked like they could drip water.
This big dream blurs the boundary between dreams and reality, allowing foreign objects in the dream to step into places where they shouldn't be.
Ning Wei, who was beside him, cursed loudly:
"His grandma's, how come there are all these things in and out of dreams? I hit a few of them in the dream, but when I wake up, Beat them up!”
Without any more talk, they just followed the clouds and landed at the main gate of Xiliantai.
The dream ghosts next to the main gate were even sparse. Looking left and right, there were only four or five dream ghosts. Ben was wandering aimlessly. When he saw everyone falling, he bared his fangs again and ran towards them.
You need to save your hands to fight a living person, but you don’t need to use your strength to fight evil ghosts. Zhu Laoba showed off his hoe, watched the dog fight and stretched out his sharp claws, Cai Yi also held a sword and an oil lamp at the same time.
Just as he was about to kill everyone, Zuo Chen bent his finger and flicked forward.
The dream ghosts gathered at the door were directly swung into the air by an invisible force, and turned into petals and fell like rain.
"I thought we needed to take action..." Zhu Laoba was a little embarrassed and put away his hoe.
Zuo Chen didn't answer. He could clearly feel that something was not right around him.
If we were to attack the city, even if we included the dead bodies outside the city, the number of ghosts in the dream would be too few, and it would not match what Ning Wei said just now.
Just looking up at Xiliantai, the Qi Observation Technique was already working in his eyes.
In Zuo Chen's field of vision, the entire Xilian Station was lifeless.
My heart sank.
I'm afraid it's still a step too late.
Continuing forward, we followed the blood-stained Shizaka Road to the black iron gate of Xiliantai.
The gate made of steel is now full of scars. The entire iron gate is full of traces of damage, layer upon layer, and even a huge hole has been dug out, which can allow ghosts in dreams to enter the village. middle.
In front of the iron gate, there are more than ten corpses leaning against the iron gate at the moment, fully armed and holding weapons.
They were also covered in blood, and the bodies were not even very complete. Some had broken arms, some had lame legs, and some even had only half of their bodies left. The rest were thrown away without knowing it. No trace anywhere.
But these soldiers all had their eyes wide open, staring at the empty position in front of them, as if they were facing an evil enemy.
Ning Wei’s eyes fell on the soldiers, and the figure he was staring at began to become confused:
“My soldiers, these are my soldiers... At that time, I wanted to kill the monk. , sent his deputies out, and just halfway through, these ghosts appeared. I thought they had all run away, but I didn’t expect these little brats to come back on horseback! "
said! At this point, even if it was just a small thought, it was just a long sigh:
"How could these idiots block the door in front of them when they see that the door cannot be closed..." ”
After hearing his words, everyone was silent, not knowing what to say.
Hu Wen stretched out his hand and touched the soldiers' eyes.
Looking up, they saw a huge hole in the fine iron gate they were guarding.
The ghosts in the dream should have flowed in along here and killed themselves inside the Xiliantai.
The cave was not big enough for a donkey cart to enter, so we simply asked him to guard outside for the time being while the remaining people entered the village together.
Crossing the iron gate, Zhu Laoba walked at the front. Entering the house, as soon as my feet touched the ground, I suddenly felt sticky on the soles of my feet.
Looking down, I saw that it was all red.
It was dried blood, as if a huge red cloth had been spread on the ground, stretching all the way to the corridor with steps.
There was not enough blood to cover it, and there were only footprints made of blood on the corridor.
Slowly looking up, I found that the village was full of corpses. The flesh and blood of the ghosts in the black water dream and the soldiers were intertwined and stacked layer by layer.
The body was not complete and not very pretty, it was all covered in wounds from sharp claws.
"Damn, how many fucking people died!" Zhu Laoba's lips trembled. When he saw the dead soldiers, he always felt as if something was knocked in his heart. There was an indescribable discomfort.
“No…” Hu Wen looked around and frowned. "What's wrong?"
"The number is wrong. The number of ghosts in the dream is not enough, and the number of soldiers is not right either!"
"Not enough?!" Zhu Laoba pointed back and forth with his arms: "There are five here, three here, and there are more over there! So many people have died? Isn't it enough?"
"Not enough ...There should be many more." Hu Wen compared the black figures he saw in the dream and said, "It doesn't match the number in the dream."
"Is that in a dream? , and these outside..."
Zhu Laoba swallowed the words "it doesn't matter" in his stomach.
The monsters in the dream jumped out and attacked the city, how could it be okay?
Hu Wen glanced sideways at Ning Wei, hoping that Ning Wei could give him some guidance, but he suddenly found that Ning Wei was in a daze.
Suddenly, Ning Wei knelt down in pain and pinched his forehead, as if he had a splitting headache.
“Brother Ning?”
Hu Wen felt nervous, wondering what happened to Ning Wei.
“This is the same as in the dream. At that time, all the ghosts in the dream gathered together. My brothers and I killed each other for a long time...” Ning Wei’s figure became shaky and slowly floated out like smoke. , even the words are a bit awkward.
"Taoist Master? What's going on?" Hu Wen was panicking and couldn't help asking Zuo Chen.
Zuo Chen looked at his appearance and frowned:
"This idea is about to disappear."
Hu Wen was anxious and kept walking, trotting forward according to his memory.
See the person first before talking.
He hurriedly walked through the corridor, and after bypassing the piles of corpses on the ground, he finally arrived at the place.
It was a towering hall. Hu Wen remembered coming here when he was a child. The soldiers drank and rested here, chatted, and exchanged some tactical insights. It was very enjoyable.
This is the place where everyone was entertained in the dream.
The door was open at the moment. As soon as I reached the door, I smelled a strong smell of blood.
Outside the door, the sun had just passed the city wall, shining soft sunlight into the village.
The sunlight fell into the hall, stretched out a line, and landed in the center of the hall.
It was a mountain of corpses.
There are ghosts in dreams, soldiers, and horses.
Flesh, bones, swords, and armor are piled up layer by layer.
The bottom is the corpse of the ghost in the dream, the corpse in the middle is that of the soldier, and the top has both the soldier and the ghost in the dream. Almost reaching the ceiling.
Blood has covered the entire floor of the hall, seeping into the gaps in the bluestone, dyeing everything bright red, like a huge pool of water, calm and without any ripples.
At the top of the pile of corpses, there were more than a dozen soldiers sitting.
They were back to back, their bodies covered in blood, their weapons on the pile of rocks, quietly accompanying their master.
Their bodies were covered with wounds on their necks, chests, abdomens, and legs. The injuries were serious, with flesh and blood visible on the surface, bones visible on the deep, and even their organs were exposed.
The person sitting first is a middle-aged man.
He was not wearing a helmet, his face was covered with blood, there were two deep nasolabial folds, and his temples were red.
But finally he seemed to have accomplished something great and fell asleep peacefully.
These sitting soldiers are the young men next to Ning Wei in the dream.
The middle-aged man sitting in the front is Ning Wei.
Their figures were drawn out by the sunlight into a long shadow, which was reflected on the wall behind them.
When the terrible dream spread, the soldiers in the village also fell into sleep, but their obsession with guarding the Western Union Station replaced their egos and supported them to stand up again.
They relied on their bodies, flesh and blood, and the weapons in their hands to kill all the invading enemies in this dream.
Who can tell clearly, is it a dream or reality?
This line of defense is not made of stones or cast of steel.
It is made up of people one after another.
This is the real Xilian Channel
When Ning Wei saw the pile of bones in front of him, he suddenly showed a relieved expression:
“So that’s it, that’s it.
“At that time, I almost killed all the ghosts in my dream. Hey, I didn’t expect that it would be the same in reality! fine. "
He murmured, glanced at his face, and laughed:
"It's a pity that I can't kiss the girl."
As his words fell, this thought finally failed to resist him. As the wind blew, it turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated.
Hu Wen looked at the mountain of corpses in front of him and couldn't move for a long time.
At this moment, Hu Wencai finally understood what Ning Wei's obsession was.
Very simple, just one sentence:
"Keep the Western Union Station."
(End of this chapter)