After the battle of Kuanglan was over, Blackberry was in a hurry and left more than twenty corpses and took the lives of dozens of people in Kuanglan Academy.

After all, it is a human suffering. The souls basically have time to escape. They are constantly adapting to the human body and can now enter and exit more easily. At the most dangerous time, you can just change the host once.

Perhaps Xiaoju had a plan, and this attack was just to see Kuanglan's strength, not to be eliminated in one fell swoop.

So she did not take Yang Mu to Kuanglan Academy, but instead took a detour to the back mountain and entered the Lost Town.

"I like this place, full of despair everywhere, and ruins everywhere. People long to survive, but reality is cruel and as cruel as pale bones. They are powerless to turn things around, so they can only wait for the last moment of life."

Xiaoju no longer held Yang Mu, but took Yang Mu's hand and walked on the dirt-filled path.

Yang Mu could see that Xiaoju had no affection for him, and she treated him as a child.

This feeling is very special. Even Yang Ling, Wei Minfang, and even his mother-in-law Guan Haishan have not treated Yang Mu in a way of treating children. But Xiaoju actually has it. She held Yang Mu's hand and talked about her own affairs, as she walked, as she spoke about her own affairs, her worldview, and her views on what she saw and heard.

Yang Mu was originally very depressed, and no one would be depressed after experiencing what had just happened, even if he was as big as Yang Mu.

He found Chu Hong and turned on the seventh level four colors. Then he used the combat power he had improved after learning at this stage, but he still had never fought against the deep sea ice and was almost killed by her!

I said it, how could I not mind at all?

Wait, let me meet you next time. I will see if I don’t kill you, and if I don’t beat you, I will kneel on the ground, dad, I will

Forget it, I swear that this kind of thing will be left to those gentlemen, literary youth and male pig's feet. Anyway, Yang Mu only needs to understand his own intentions and must work hard to make himself stronger. Not only must he be strong enough to deal with the deep sea ice, but also strong enough to one day he can face the so-called fallen angel calmly. This is Yang Mu's necessary path.

After retracting his mind, he began to think about the current situation that the Soul-type Nine Soul Ming is of course not easy to deal with, and it should be considered an enemy. How should I ask her?

Do you just do it, or wait for her to attack her, or may she let her go in a while?

"I came out together three thousand years ago with Deep Sea Ice."

Xiaoju didn't care how much Yang Mu knew about soul creatures, she just told her own stories, told Yang Mu about the grudges between her and the deep sea ice, and then said:

"In your human words, Deep Sea Ice is a literary youth, or radical, who is eager to accept new ideas. I am a conservative, guarding the inheritance of the soul. Do you think protecting the inheritance is a great thing?"

"Uh, right?"

"That's great, you think so, and I think so too. So from the perspective of the world view of the soul system, I am a good person, but in order to protect my own race, I may be a little cold to humans. Isn't this bad?

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad.”

"Well, you're a smart and good kid."

While speaking, Xiaoju reached out to hold Yang Mu in her arms and kissed his hair. This kiss was passionless, like a priest's blessing to believers, like a mother's hope for her son, anyway, it has nothing to do with passion.

After Xiaoju rewarded Yang Mu like this, she continued to tell her story.

"It was not the first time I went from the center of the earth to the ground. The souls were all born underground. For you, we were "no matter", but things that were invisible and invisible. But in our relative world, my mother was a pink halo. She gave birth to me and then slowly dissipated and it really disappeared. Maybe she went to another world, and it was also "no matter" to me, but I did lose her and could never meet again. Unlike humans, I passed on her memories. These memories were not her experience, but the ancient history of the souls, such as how we were born, how we grew up, how we exist, and how we continued."

Xiaoju took the initiative to hold Yang Mu's arm while talking. It was very natural and intimate, which made Yang Mu a little emotionally vague, and felt that Xiaoju was his acquaintance. This had nothing to do with her appearance like Hongyi, but her personality, so kind and gentle, mature and charming, and it had the charm that "people" could not resist.

The "people" here do not only refer to men. Any man and woman will feel comfortable after getting along with such a person, like a spring breeze.

"After that, we also need to use the training of soul power to find more memories from the inheritance, and understand the past of mother, grandmother's past, and grandmother's past! Soul-type creatures are all reproductive asexually, without paternal lines, only maternal lines, which is what you humans say, OK, I have to admit that when humans come to the earth, when your civilization takes root on the earth, some of the civilizations in the soul world have been assimilated by you. The so-called human saying has actually become the theory of the soul world."

It seemed that he was a little unhappy because of this. Xiaoju paused for a while before continuing:

"Forget it, let's not talk about these things, or I'm the first time I went to the world. The soul calls the world you live in. It was about 3,400 years ago. Many people became slaves. I appeared in a slave camp and saw a cruel slave owner and his lackeys. How did they treat a group of slaves like dogs? So the human world I just came into contact with was cruel. This affected my perception of human beings. I think human beings are evil creatures and my subjectivity. It has changed over the years, but it can't be erased. So I usually like places like Lost Town, where a group of people bitten by zombies gathered together. The people here do not belong to zombies, and they are even more insoluble in the human group. They can only hold a group to keep warm, just live by, fall into the world. I think this is a negative beauty and an art! I wonder if my thoughts will make you think I am a pervert?"

"well enough."

Yang Mu spoke softly, looking around, his face calm, but his brows were slightly frowning

Several men pressed a woman to the ground and went crazy. The woman was pretty. She laughed loudly and didn't mind what happened to her.

Not far away, a middle-aged man in his forties was taking off his pants and shitting. His butt was leaking outside. The things he pulled out were very slender and small. He did not eat oil for a long time, leaving his intestines without much motivation and was in a dry and constipated state.

Ten meters behind him, a young man in his twenties was guarding a broken iron pot. He had just grabbed a mouse, peeled it, threw it into the pot to cook, and his saliva was left.

It was just a mouse, but he needed to take care of the guard with a hunting rifle.

Just then someone approached, and the young man raised his hunting rifle and pulled the trigger without hesitation, killing the man.

A woman was crying and pounced on the corpse, holding his head and touching his face with her hands, but no matter how she shouted, it was his husband's man, he could no longer wake up, he was hit on the vital chest, blood flowed out, and died on the spot, his life was so fragile.

A middle-aged man in his forties came over. He looked dirty and had no clothes on his body. He put on his pants on his lower body. He took off his pants when he came to the woman, then pulled the woman a few steps to the side, and asked her to leave her husband's body. The woman resisted and shouted, but to no avail.

At this time, the other two men also crawled over. They were silent, expressionless, and could not even see too much desire. They took off all the women's clothes together, and then they had some crazy expressions, roaring excitedly and depressingly, venting their depravity to the end.

The woman suddenly turned into a corpse, and she bit her ear, bit her down alive, chewed it quickly in her mouth, making a dull roar, and when the roar was squirting, minced meat was spit out of her mouth, and her face was as ferocious as a ghost.

A man whose ears were bitten and two other men crawled away to the side.

Some people with guns nearby stood up and surrounded the woman and shot her to death.

Then more people gathered around, chopped the woman with a knife, divided her body, and took it back like treasures.

Some eat raw, some find iron pots like a cooker, and start cooking meat on a simple stove built with bricks and tiles.

Everyone was not too panicked, and it was obviously used to this kind of thing. There was a pool of blood left on the ground, no one cleaned it up, no one paid attention to it. A little boy of seven or eight years old walked past the blood barefoot, lowered his head and picked up a blood-covered eyeball, wiped it on the dirty clothes, looked left and right, and put it in his small pocket, which became a more interesting toy in his childhood.

Yang Mu felt a little palpitation when he saw this. This was no longer the so-called doomsday scene, but like hell, bloody and cruelty that made everyone insensitive!

"Does it look good? This is Lost Town. When I discovered it, I fell in love with this place. A group of people waiting for death, even if they directly chop them with a knife, they will still be numb, because death is a relief for them."

"Uh, can't the person bitten by zombies really be able to save him?"

"No, the rays released by the raw stones swallowed human souls. The only thing left is a little primitive desire. If you want to eat, you are the most sensitive to meat and blood! In fact, zombies are omnivores, and they can eat anything, which can ensure survival. When the raw stones seized most of their souls, they also changed some of their physiques, such as allowing them to have stronger digestive abilities, sharper teeth, and secrete infectious fluid, which are the yellow things on the teeth and nails."

"What are you going to do when my sister brings me here?"

"Didn't you tell you before? You're going to kill someone."

"Who to kill?"

"Everyone! I've lived so humble. Do you think they still have to survive? Kuanglan Academy has established such a protection point for them, just to use them as training equipment. I do not distinguish between good and evil in my work. I just think using them as training equipment based on my personal preferences is more shameful than taking their lives. So I want to kill everyone here, kid, what do you think?"

Xiaoju looked at Yang Mu with a smile. Yang Mu's eyes fell in the distance and saw a somewhat simple wooden house.

In front of the wooden house, a young girl in her teenager was holding a shabby aluminum basin and watering a pot of plants. The pot of plants looked withered and there were not even a few leaves, but on the tip of a branch, there was a small pink flower blooming.

After the little girl watered the water, she looked at the little flower, with a pure smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes were crescent-shaped, and she seemed very happy.
Chapter completed!