"Go? None of you can leave today. You killed my Third Junior Brother, and no one can leave safely! "
Sorrow flashed across the lama's eyes as he looked at Guardian Feng's corpse.
"Guardian Nima, these people killed Guardian Long, and they all deserve to die. Should I kill them now?"
The bald man held the assault rifle, his eyes flashing with undisguised coldness.
"No!"
The Lama looked at Qi Sha, who was struggling to fight against the Fiery Demon Poison with his eyes closed, and a gratified expression appeared on his face. "However, my Third Junior Brother died a worthy death after capturing Qi Sha and the three Yulin Guards from the National Warrior's Mansion. Come back and send him to Heaven's Burial!"
"But, they …"
The bald man was so anxious that he wanted to say something, but he was frightened by Guardian Nima's cold snort, and he shut his mouth obediently.
"What do you know? Sacrifice for our great cause of liberation is inevitable. When necessary, even I can sacrifice myself at any time. These people are of great help to our cause of liberation, so we can't kill them for now! "
Guardian Nima was afraid that his subordinates would be dissatisfied, so he explained patiently. His subordinates were enlightened, and they bowed respectfully. "Guardian Nima is wise!"
Guardian Nima waved his hand. "Lock them all up!"
"Oh no, oh no. Guardian Nima, that foreign devil ran away!"
At this moment, a terrorist hurriedly ran over and shouted in Tibetan.
"What? Why did he run away? What are you guys doing? "
Guardian Nima's face was ferocious. He glared angrily and grabbed the terrorist's collar as he roared.
"Puff!"
Protector Nirvana lowered his head in shock and saw an ancient looking blade piercing through his chest.
He looked up at the terrorist in his hand in disbelief, but he only saw the terrorist suddenly grin, revealing his white teeth. Then, his vision turned black, and he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found that he had no strength in his body. He was lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors in white coats and several men in casual clothes who were staring at him fiercely.
"Where … where is this?"
Guardian Nima asked in a hoarse voice.
"He's awake. I'll inform the chief!"
One of the soldiers immediately turned around and ran out.
The Protector licked his chapped lips and closed his eyes. He couldn't understand it no matter how hard he tried. Wasn't he already dead? How could he still be alive?
A moment later, a dignified middle-aged man in military uniform walked over with a majestic gait. The star on his shoulder made him a little dizzy.
The Protector narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
"Guardian Ri, right? I am the person in charge of the Featherwood Guard, Shen Moru. You can call me General Shen! "
The middle-aged general smiled. "I hope we can work well together from now on!"
"Don't even think about it! Don't even think that I'll betray the Living Buddha!"
The Protector's expression changed drastically as he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"That's not up to you. Protector Ri, don't forget that this is the Featherwood Guard. There's only what you can't think of, but there's nothing we can't do."
Shen Moru smiled slightly, not at all surprised by his stubborn attitude.
"I would rather die than betray the Living Buddha!"
The Protector screamed hysterically, but his eyes were filled with fear.
This was because he knew that this was the Featherwood Guard, where practically all the ability users in the entire divine continent were gathered. Wanting to find a few masters of the mind was a simple matter. A deep hypnosis might make him unwittingly confess everything.
Shen Moru's face was full of smiles and he said indifferently, "I'm sorry, you can't die now even if you want to. Since you're not willing to cooperate, then you should rest well. When you've recovered, we'll talk again!"
After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation. Just as the Protector heaved a sigh of relief, three old men in Chinese tunic suits walked in from outside the room.
However, the three old men's eyes, which were as deep as the sea, made him subconsciously feel fear. He desperately closed his eyes and shouted, "I don't know anything. Just kill me, just kill me!"
The three old men looked at each other and smiled. They hadn't destroyed his will yet, but he had already broken down. Then what happened next would be simple!
In an office not far from the Protector's ward, Shen Moru looked at the surveillance video and a smile appeared on his lips. He turned to look at the pale-faced man with his legs crossed behind him, "Seven Kills, you've done a great job this time."
"Senior, I'm not greedy for credit. That's my junior's credit. If he hadn't given me the antidote, I'm afraid I would have died!"
The man curled his lips indifferently, and a trace of lingering fear appeared in his eyes.
Shen Moru revealed a look of interest, "Seven Kills, Master has accepted another disciple? Tell me about it. "
"Junior is not Master's disciple, he's the disciple of Third Uncle-Master!"
Seven Kills smiled slyly, "As for his name, Junior doesn't allow me to tell anyone. He doesn't want this credit, so he'll just take it from Wan Rui and the others …"
"Third Uncle-Master has accepted a disciple? Why didn't I know about it? "
Shen Moru opened his eyes wide in shock and asked incredulously. Third Uncle-Master was the Country-guarding Martial Marquis. How could he not have received any news about such a big event as accepting a disciple?
"There was no ceremony. Junior doesn't want to be his disciple at all. It was Third Uncle-Master who shamelessly insisted on accepting him as a disciple. Of course, you didn't know about it."
Seven Kills said with a smile, and a warm smile appeared on his lips.
Shen Moru was completely confused. Damn, that was the Country-guarding Martial Marquis. Many people cried and begged to be his disciple, but they couldn't. Who on earth was this junior that could make Marquis Wu shamelessly insist on accepting him as a disciple?
Seven Kills was very satisfied with his shocked look, and then knocked on the table to wake him up from the shock, "Junior, you'll definitely have a chance to see him in the future. Let's not talk about this first. I haven't settled the score with you yet. You're the person in charge of the Yulin Guard, why didn't you tell me? You made me think that the Yulin Guard wanted to seize power from the National Warrior's Mansion. "
"Isn't it because Master didn't allow me to say it?"
Shen Moru shook his head helplessly, "I won't hide it from you now. First, Master and the others have worked hard for the country all their lives. Now that they are old, they hope to concentrate on martial arts cultivation and pursue their own life. Second, they know very well that no one in power will tolerate the existence of an uncontrollable transcendent force, so they have long been ready to retreat."
"So, Master and the others secretly planned to set up an organization to train elite warriors for the country, under the jurisdiction of the Military Ministry, and eventually replace the National Warrior's Mansion to protect Shenzhou. They started the preparation more than 20 years ago. Probably considering that my identity is relatively special, I'm a warrior, a soldier, and also a member of the National Warrior's Mansion, so I'm the best candidate to be the person in charge of the Yulin Guard."
Shen Moru patted Seven Kills' shoulder, who was stunned. "Now you understand why Master never allowed you to tell others that I'm your senior. It's because Master and the others don't want others to make irresponsible remarks and think that the National Warrior's Mansion still wants to seize power. In fact, it's not that Master and the others don't want to let go, but they are afraid that the newly established Yulin Guard will violate their original intention and become a tool used by some politicians. Therefore, they deliberately created conflicts with the National Warrior's Mansion repeatedly, creating the illusion that the Yulin Guard and the National Warrior's Mansion are not on good terms."
"Fuck, you bunch of old and cunning guys really fooled me. Last time, you handed over the Bureau of Religions, so I almost tore down the Yulin Guard out of anger."
Seven Kills complained with a sad and indignant face.
"Hehe, I can't wait for you to tear it down. The bigger the trouble, the more it will look real, and people will not associate the Yulin Guard with the National Warrior's Mansion."
Shen Moru chuckled, and then his face became serious. "It's an indisputable fact that the National Warrior's Mansion disappeared in the long river of history, but the Yulin Guard is not mature enough to completely replace the position of the National Warrior's Mansion. Therefore, I still have to be the person in charge of the transitional stage for a period of time. Seven Kills, you have to grow up as soon as possible. I hope you can take over my position in the future."
"Well, I'm not interested in this. I'd better give it to Tanlang or Defeating Armies, or give it to Junior Brother."
Seven Kills' eyes lit up and suddenly said, but then he shook his head. "Forget it. Junior Brother is indifferent to fame and fortune, so he's definitely not interested in this. Even Third Martial Uncle accepted him as a disciple, so how could he be willing to take this job? I'd better not find trouble for myself."
"Who on earth is Junior Brother? Where is he now? Let me have a look too. Sneaking a peek is fine too! "
Shen Moru saw that Seven Kills admired this Junior Brother so much, so he asked with great interest.
"I guess there's no chance now. Maybe in the future. He's busy saving all mankind now, so he went to India."
Seven Kills said casually without a care.
"Went to India? Is he crazy? That's the disaster area of the zombie virus! "
Shen Moru's face changed greatly. Although he didn't know who Junior Brother was, he was the successor of the National Warrior's Mansion after all, so he still subconsciously felt worried.
"Don't worry, Junior Brother is very powerful. Even if the zombies are all dead, this guy will still be alive and well."
Seven Kills had unspeakable confidence in Ding Ning. Thinking that Ding Ning carried so much food with him like a Doraemon, it would be strange if he could be infected with the zombie virus.
Ding Ning, who was saving the world, was now in Sikkim in India. He spread out his Divine Awareness and carefully searched for the traces of Orochi.
Because of Seven Kills' impulsiveness, Ding Ning didn't finally figure out what kind of deal the Darai Group and the Descendants of God Organization had. But he was satisfied to be able to catch the guardian and hand him over to the country. He also got White as a bait to keep Orochi in India.
Yesterday, he just did an experiment. He released White from the water space, and hundreds of thousands of zombies suddenly attacked the border of Tibet. Then he hid White in the water space and released him in India. Those zombies suddenly began to retreat and wander in India like a well-trained army.
This made Ding Ning more and more sure of his guess. Orochi could command these zombies and had a way to perceive White's location, so after sensing White's breath, it commanded the zombies to crazily attack the border of Zangjiang. Then it found that White appeared in Tianzhu, so it let the zombies return to Tianzhu to look for White.
It was a pity that the three members of the Descendants of God Organization had not been injected with the virus serum, so he hadn't found a way to solve the virus. The only thing he could think of was to find the pathogen Orochi and destroy it, then the virus would disappear automatically.
Sikkim was located in the southern foothills of the Himalayas, bordering Tibet, Bhutan, and Nepal. The terrain was high in the north and low in the south. The whole territory was more than 1,500 meters above sea level. The south was a fertile valley, and the north was a mountainous area. It had a population of about 600,000. It was the least populous state in India, and it was also the hardest hit area of the zombie virus.
In his Divine Sense, he saw that the white walls of the temple were engraved with colorful paintings, but the crowded streets were filled with disgusting zombies with fangs and rotten flesh hanging on their faces, giving people a strong visual impact.
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