After searching the surroundings again, Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu's expressions became more course, these cavalrymen were bitten by zombies, and judging from the traces, it was probably the same zombie. As for the weird stuff of placing zombies on horseback, that's puzzling. Ma Xiaoyu's worries gradually surfaced, and combined with the recent unusual weather, some legends may be becoming reality. Ma Xiaoyu took out a compass and began to measure in several directions. At first, the compass needle pointed accurately to one position, but later, the trajectory of the needle began to become disordered, chaotic, and even upside down. Yin Xiu sensed something was wrong from her expression and the trajectory of the pointer. "What's wrong?" Hearing the question, Ma Xiaoyu looked up and her brows relaxed a little, but her expression was still worried. "Hanba." "Hanba?"

To Yu Yinxiu, this is a familiar yet unfamiliar name. There was a description of it as early as in the Book of Songs: The drought demon is cruel, as frightening and burning. "Shuowen" records it like this: Ba is a drought ghost. There are also records in the two volumes of "Zi Bu Yu": The corpse has loose hair and walks on one foot. It first turns into a drought demon and then changes into a犼. This is an anecdote that Yin Xiu and many others are familiar with, or have heard of to some extent. However, what was unfamiliar to Yin Xiu was that at the very beginning, during the zombie apocalypse in Hong Kong Island, he asked Uncle Ming: Is there really such a thing as a drought demon in the world? At that time, Uncle Ming just said coldly that it was all fabricated and imagined by others to deceive people. How could there be any drought demon in the mountain? "Does Hanba really exist?" Yin Xiu asked Ma Xiaoyu. Ma Xiaoyu certainly knew that Yin Xiu was not doubting her judgment or questioning herself. He just wanted to figure out whether the so-called "Hanba" that was intertwined in those historical records and the concepts of today's people was the same Hanba that Ma Xiaoyu was talking about now? Does a powerful zombie that can cause droughts, spit out clouds and fog, go to the sky and into the ground, and speak human language really exist? Or is it just a horrible combination of human imagination? That is, humans took the things they feared, poison, fire, war, drought, flood, and put all the scary things together and called it "Nian", which turned into "Hanba", or some other strange name? "But Hanba, or that monster whose name I don't know, does exist." Ma Xiaoyu began to talk about an old secret that she had never mentioned to anyone before and that even the Ma family members rarely knew about. “The reason why the ancestors of the Ma family left the Central Plains was to stay away from the disputes of the Taoist sect, but that was only a superficial reason. The real reason was that they were tracking a drought demon at the time, which led them to Malaysia. Due to various factors, this led to the subsequent large-scale migration of the exorcist Ma family. " Ma Xiaoyu said seriously: "I saw it in a storeroom of the Ma family. The notebook was placed in a corner. Probably because it was not a spell or something like that, it was not taken seriously and was left there. This incident was recorded by our ancestor, Ma Linglong, the contemporary celestial master of the Ma family." "Did they finally catch the drought demon?" "It seems to have run away." Ma Xiaoyu was also a little uncertain, "The ability and characteristics of Hanba are not clearly described in the notebook. All I know is that the notes record that Tianshi Ma Linglong seriously injured it, but it was still one step short of escaping. As for the Heavenly Master himself, he was severely injured in this battle and finally lost the ability to continue chasing it."

"What a shame." Yin Xiu asked, "Are there any other records? More?" "Gone." Ma Xiaoyu shook her head. "That notebook was infested with termites. In fact, when I found it, more than half of it had been eaten by insects. Perhaps the important records in it have disappeared along with it." “A torn page.” Yin Xiu scratched his head, feeling that although the amount of information was huge, it actually still lacked a lot of key content. "There's no need to be that disappointed." Ma Xiaoyu said: "In fact, I also learned the name of the drought demon from the notes - Emperor Chongluo." The Emperor Re-Luo... Among the mountains, in a terrifying cave filled with death, a figure slowly turned around and looked into the distance. In the moonlight, the iron-clad general, whose entire body was covered in bright armor and whose eyes could not be seen, felt the soft whisper and call, as if the voice was right in front of him. "Have those old monsters in Yujing remembered me? Or Xiandu..." The general punched the mountain wall. With a roar of thunder, thousands of pounds of rocks collapsed, causing an even louder noise. The birds were frightened and flew in all directions. Then they died in the air in large numbers and fell to the ground, bringing down a shocking rainstorm. Then, in the dead forest where only dead branches were left, there was a dense rustling sound. One after another, dark shadows came out of the forest, jumping, flying, or even crawling on all fours, heading towards the place where the murmur came from. Under the moonlight, black air filled the air. laugh! The restless movement of the camel and horse woke Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu up. The two of them seemed to be distracted for a moment just now, but they didn't realize it. "However, it is a bit exaggerated to identify Hanba as the guy who escaped earlier." Ma Xiaoyu said this herself, and she subconsciously avoided that name. "This happened a long time ago. From ancient times to now, anything could have happened. Maybe the drought demon has already disappeared." "That means a new king has appeared." Yin Xiu touched his chin and said, "Maybe a new Hanba has appeared here. After all, not only humans, but also zombies have to strive to get ahead. " "Are you still in the mood to joke at this time?" Ma Xiaoyu was amused and angry at the same time, and rolled her eyes at him. "Although those zombies may not be coming for us at first, we still have to be careful." "Do not." Yoon-su suddenly became serious, “These zombies are here to deal with us.” "But didn't we just happen to run into them, that's all?"

“I mean, these zombies on horseback might just be some special scouts that someone has let loose to run around. If this happens, they will break into the village at night or meet people like us who are staying overnight in the fields. Apart from the caravan and those who were interested, who would stay overnight in the wilderness at this time? Not to mention that the caravan had very sensitive noses and might have run away early. If this is the case, the only people who can enter Jiaozhi are those who are bold and think they have great skills. " Ma Xiaoyu also realized the crux of the problem. In addition to what I heard from Bai Fenghuang before, many people came here for the secret treasure in Jiaozhi Taoist Temple. So, could the people who released this team of cavalry also be contenders for the secret treasure? Just as Yin Xiu said, his actions were aimed at those talents who came to Jiaozhi. If this is the case, there may be more than one group of zombie cavalry running around at this time. Just thinking about it gave Ma Xiaoyu goose bumps on the back of her hands, not for herself, but for those innocent people who encountered this death cavalry. Even if it is the lowest level zombie, it is not easy for ordinary people to deal with it, let alone destroy it. "Let's go." Yin Xiu smoothed the hairs on the back of Ma Xiaoyu's hand. "It's dangerous to stay here any longer." Ma Xiaoyu nodded in agreement, and followed Yin Xiu to pack their luggage onto the camel's back. Then the two men mounted the horses' backs, kicked the horses' stomachs, and the camel-horses started running again with a grunt. Yin Xiu took out a map, which he had looted from the zombies. The special marks on it should be the location of the county government or the city. Yin Xiu measured it with his fingers and calculated that it was less than fifty miles away from them. From here, they would reach the town called "Wangnan" in the afternoon. Although it was now a barren land, and even in the town, there probably wasn't much supply, but for those who were traveling far away, as long as it was a human town or village, no matter how big it was, with a trace of human presence, it would be comforting. For Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu, comfort is not that important. It’s just that towns are also areas where people converge and information flows. There, perhaps we can get more information about the severe drought in southern Xinjiang, even if it is just some rumors and speculations. The people here know more than General Zhennan and his men, and have been exposed to more, including all the horrors and pain. Therefore, they moved quickly towards that place without much discussion. In the early morning, when the sun had just risen, they had passed through a dead forest and were still twenty miles away from Wangnan. What appeared before Yin Xiu and Ma Xiaoyu was a small village that was not even marked on the map. On the one hand, the map was indeed crude, and on the other hand, it was probably because the village was too small, with only a dozen households. At this point, Mr. Yin thought of a very important issue. "Can you speak dialect?" he asked Ma Xiaoyu.

"I can speak a little bit of Malaysian dialect, just enough to buy vegetables at the market. What's wrong?" Ma Xiaoyu asked puzzledly. "Then what Jiaozhi says is the same as what Malaysia says?" Ma Xiaoyu rolled her eyes and thought that not only had Yin Xiu never studied geography, she had probably never left Hong Kong Island before. "These two places are 100,000 miles apart, do you think they can be the same? Even in Malaysia, across a mountain, the dialects spoken can be very different, just like in the same village." "Then when we enter the village, do we have to use sign language?" Yin Xiu couldn't help but feel a little worried. After all, language barriers will not only cause problems such as incomprehension, but may also lead to disputes. "Speak Mandarin." Ma Xiaoyu asked Yin Xiu in return, "What language did you speak in Dunling, in America? English?" "Mandarin..." Yin Xiu spread his hands. "That's fine. The whole world can speak Mandarin, not to mention Jiaozhi, which was previously under the jurisdiction of Kyushu." Ma Xiaoyu kicked the horse's belly and took the lead forward. Although Yin Xiu was somewhat skeptical about her statement, after thinking about it, he seemed to have no reason to refute it. So he followed behind. But after taking a few steps, Yin Xiu saw Ma Xiaoyu sitting on the horse without moving. Yin Xiu's heart tightened, and he followed Ma Xiaoyu's gaze and looked forward, only to find that the village was silent. It was early morning, a time when there should be smoke from cooking, roosters crowing and dogs barking, and people busying about in every household, but there was no movement in the village at all. The whole village seemed to have not yet woken up from the darkness. Yin Xiu gently held Ma Xiaoyu's hand and found that her palms were cold. It was obvious that she was surrounded by a sense of uneasiness and terrible premonition, which made her palms sweat slightly. "How about you stay here and I'll go over there and take a look first?" Yin Xiu asked considerately. Ma Xiaoyu just shook her head gently and squeezed Yin Xiu's hand, "It's okay, let's go and take a look together." "Well, let's go and have a look together." Yin Xiu drove the camel and horse slowly forward. As they got closer, they gradually smelled a strong smell of blood, coming with the wind. Then there were the bloodstains in front of the stilt houses, the windows, the steps, all covered in blood. On some of the steps, there were still some body parts, which had turned white and purple. It was a tragic scene. Even bandits could not do such a cruel thing.

Ma Xiaoyu jumped off the camel and the first thing she saw was rows and rows of chaotic horse hoof prints on the ground, followed by even thicker bloodstains. This village has obviously been invaded by zombies. She gave Yoon Soo a questioning look. Yin Xiu didn't say anything, but took a long knife from the camel and held it in his hand. It was daytime now, and even the Zombie King could only hide in the darkness and dared not show up, but Yin Xiu was still very cautious. He walked to a room and gently pushed the door open with a knife. As soon as he exerted force, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground. Yin Xiu pushed forward again and found that there was a dead body hanging on the door. When Yin Xiu pushed it, it fell down. The body was covered with scratches and bite marks, and the blood had been sucked dry. Only tear marks and an expression of fear and unwillingness were left on the pale face. Yin Xiu continued to walk inside with the knife and stopped in front of a cabinet. He heard suppressed gasps from inside, as if the person was trying hard to hide himself, or as if he was suppressing pain. As Yin Xiu approached, he could hear the sound of teeth chattering. Yin Xiu stopped in front of the cabinet and gently opened the door with a knife. I saw a farmer covered in blood hiding inside, shivering constantly. When he saw Yin Xiu, a hint of surprise at being saved flashed in his eyes. Pointing at his arm, he said in a hoarse voice: "Save me, please save me, everyone has turned into man-eating monsters, mom, brother, Xiaozhu, they have all turned into man-eating monsters..." At this time, the joy of being saved washed away the previous pain, hesitation and fear, making the farmer feel mixed emotions, crying and laughing. However, Yin Xiu took a look at the arm he was pointing at, and saw it was covered in blood and flesh. And there were not just one bite mark on his arm, there were also several other bite marks on his thigh and stomach. Apparently he wasn't bitten by a zombie. The farmer was obviously both lucky and unlucky. Fortunately, even with so many zombies attacking him, he was able to survive and hid in the cupboard, spending the night until he was discovered. Unfortunately, the person who found him was none other than Yoon-soo. From the black and rotten wound, Yin Xiu judged that the corpse poison had entered his meridians and could not be expelled. "Sorry, we are a little late." Yin Xiu whispered. "You have come at the right time. Please..." The farmer opened his arms to him, hoping for a hug. Yin Xiu stretched out his hand and stabbed the farmer's head with the long knife, all the way into the cabinet.

When he walked out of the house, Ma Xiaoyu was standing in front of another stilt house and pointed down, "Look here." Yin Xiu walked over and bent down to look down. Under the stilt house, in the dark area where there was no sunlight, there were more than a dozen "corpses" crammed together, twisted and stacked together, breathing in a slow rhythm, exhaling white air, with their chests rising and falling. These corpses were obviously zombies. They huddled together to hibernate in order to avoid the sunlight, piled up in layers like a ball of meat. In silence, Yin Xiu signaled Ma Xiaoyu to get on the horse first. Then he stretched out his hand, and a ball of fire shot out from his palm, and in the blink of an eye the entire village was engulfed in flames. They didn't even look at it and continued riding their camels and horses towards Wangnan Town. (End of this chapter)