Chapter 364: Master of Light
Beifeng Wolf shook his head, "It's better to burn him. If you bury him, he will be dug up and eaten by scavenging mutant beasts soon."
"Brother, I'll help you." Beifeng Wolf knew that Su Yuan had fire powers, so he wanted to ask Su Yuan to help him cremate his friend's body.
Su Yuan nodded and said "Condolences" to Beifeng Wolf.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he discovered that there was a black iron nail as thick as a finger in the wound on Wu Ming's chest that he had cut with the wind blade!
Su Yuan released a mechanical trilobite and pulled out the iron nail. This iron nail was nearly twenty centimeters long, and it penetrated deeply into Wu Ming's heart. The head is pointed and the tail is thick, and the hand is heavy.
"What is this?" Beifeng Wolf came over and wiped off the blood on the nails, and strange symbols and carvings were immediately revealed!
Su Yuan frowned tightly. A total of seven such nails were found on Wu Ming's body. There was one for each of the five internal organs, and the other two were found in the head that was smashed by Tang Yi.
"Is Guangming old ghost not dead?" Su Yuan did not recognize the symbols on the nails, but he had seen several similar symbols when Feng Feng was refining the walking corpse.
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Twenty minutes later, Su Yuan stared at Gezhuang Village one kilometer away with a gloomy expression.
Gezhuang Village looks shadowy under the setting sun. Even with his extraordinary vision, he could only see a rough outline.
The cold wind blew in, bringing with it a rotten and burnt smell.
They had smelled this smell just now, so it was not unfamiliar to them, because it was the smell of corpses after they were burned by fire.
There was a deathly silence in Gezhuang Village. Under normal circumstances, there would be people in the gathering place at this time, and they would never get under the covers and sleep so early.
Su Yuan asked the convoy to stay where they were, and took Tang Yi alone. Together with Beifeng Lang, they sneaked towards Gezhuang Village like ghosts.
Beifeng Wolf insisted on joining him, and Beifeng Wolf had been to Gezhuang Village before and was familiar with the terrain here.
There are about 200 survivors in Gezhuang Village. In terms of the size of a gathering place, it's not too big, but it's not too small either.
The outermost circle of houses in the village was transformed into a defensive wall. The houses are connected together with masonry walls.
There is a house in the middle of the village that has been renovated into a small turret-like bunker and a high-walled compound. This is the residence of the ruler of the gathering place. This yard is where survivors usually gather or discuss important matters.
A three- to four-meter-long bamboo pole stood in the middle of the yard, with a corpse stuck upside down on the pole.
The corpse swayed from side to side in the cold wind, and the bamboo poles creaked.
The clothes of the corpse were missing, and the frozen skin was covered with shocking cuts, like the gaping mouth of a dead toad.
Under the bamboo pole is a base made of piled corpses. Su Yuan and Bei Feng Lang inspected each corpse one by one and found that these corpses all had one thing in common.
Their skins were all covered with intricate knife marks. The knife marks formed strange symbols that were both familiar and unfamiliar to Su Yuan.
The faces of these people still retain expressions of despair, pain, anger, and shouting.
The North Wind Wolf was trembling all over. Some of these faces he had seen before, some not, but they should all be survivors of Gezhuang Village. At a rough count, there were forty-nine corpses piled under the bamboo poles alone!
Moreover, these corpses obviously did not die from attacks by zombies and mutant beasts, they were clearly man-made!
The quiet courtyard and the bloody sunset. The Borei Wolf stood with empty eyes, like a zombie crawling out of the grave in a mass grave.
Not only this yard, but also many houses in Gezhuang Village are emitting a faint rancid smell.
Su Yuan slowly turned around and pulled Bei Feng Lang around the mountains of corpses and towards the fortress-like brick building at the end of the yard.
When he reached the door, Su Yuan waved his hand and threw a ball of fire, igniting the mountain of corpses.
"The blood was drained from their bodies before they died." Su Yuan said as he pushed open the door.
On the door with mottled paint, there is a bloody handprint that has dried into black. There are four or five traces of blood flowing under the handprints of varying lengths.
Sitting on a chair in the hall was a severely decomposed male corpse. This corpse was the only one in the entire Gezhuang Village that was severely decomposed, so badly that the ears and nose had rotted away!
Eight corpses without wounds were placed side by side at the feet of the corpses, all of which were young men. There is an empty space to the right of the fifth body and to the left of the sixth body. Judging from the arrangement of the corpses, there should have been nine corpses here.
When Su Yuan was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly noticed that the corpse sitting on the chair was holding a piece of yellowed paper in its hand.
Su Yuan slowly pulled the piece of paper out of the corpse's hand. It was a piece of yellow paper used by Taoist priests to draw talismans, with four big characters written in red paint on it - Immortal Soul!
The moment the paper was unfolded, a flame with a pale green light burned from the paper and quickly spread towards Su Yuan's arm.
The ring of fire on Su Yuan's finger flashed red. This green flame, like a will-o'-the-wisp, was absorbed by the ring in an instant.
Under the night sky quietly climbing, a young man with a face as pale as a death lay on the back of a third-level bone armor zombie, and the zombie was carrying him forward in the wilderness.
While the paper was burning, the pale young man turned back stiffly and looked in the direction of Gezhuang Village.
The corners of his mouth raised a cold arc, and he sneered without any human tone: "It seems that my trap has been triggered. Su Yuan, I am unlucky this time. I ran into you even though I hid so far away. Next time, next time I will take the initiative to find you!"
The young man paused, "If you can survive tonight."
His voice had no ups and downs, no ups and downs, and it was completely unlike what a human could make.
Su Yuan gently twisted the paper ash that fell on his palm with his fingers, and said word by word: "Master Guangming, whether it is you or not, whether you are a human or a ghost, the next time we meet will be your death."
"I will prepare a set of stakes specially used by the Atlanteans to burn souls for you, and then stick you on it like the corpse on the bamboo pole outside!"
"Do you know who did it?" Beifeng Wolf's eyes were full of spider-web-like bloodshot, and a suppressed anger seemed to condense into substance.
"I will know." Su Yuan said affirmatively.
As soon as the voice fell, Su Yuan suddenly shook all over. His eyes instantly turned to the eight bodies lying on the ground!
A feeling of extreme danger was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly strangling him and the North Wind Wolf's throats!