Soul echo

Chapter 29
Fire is impossible, it should be maliciously set fire.

But in this special period, what was the arsonist thinking?
Zhong Ye's expression was solemn, his brows were furrowed, he thought for a moment, then jumped onto the roof and rushed towards the direction of the fire.

After running two streets, Zhong Ye saw flames shining in the distance, not just one house, but several houses were set ablaze, but he heard the scream within 2 minutes.

The mercenaries are still cleaning up the undead. Although there are not many undead, it is very troublesome to clean up. They are basically immune to physical attacks, and the mercenaries can only use the weapons in their hands to hurt them.

It would be wishful thinking to let the mercenaries clean up the undead while protecting the firefighters.

But if the fire is not put out, the fire will continue to spread until it burns the entire civilian area—even the area where the nobles live will be affected.

Who the hell is going to set fire at this time?
Zhong Ye jumped down high, and the sword drew two arcs of light, cutting off the bodies of the two undead.

The owners of several houses fled to the street and, under the protection of a mercenary, stood in front of the burning house looking hopelessly at their property.

"Go and pull out the person hiding in the next room!"

The flames were blazing, turning Zhong Ye's side face red, "If we don't put out the fire, their house will also be set alight, and they will have to come out at that time, and they will lose even more!"

The corner of the mercenary ordered by Zhong Ye twitched, "But the Moon God Church didn't let us do this..."

"If you help put out the fire, do you think the Luna Church will pay more?"

Zhong Ye's rhetorical question made the mercenary hesitate a bit. It's not that he hasn't seen the kindness of the Luna Church, and he also believes in the credibility of the Luna Church, but...

"Even if the Luna Church won't increase the money, I think they will negotiate with the nobles and get money from the nobles."

These words made the mercenaries make up their minds. Just like what this person said, even if the Luna Church didn't add money themselves, they would help them get the rewards they deserved from the nobles.

Zhong Ye took a deep breath, looked at both sides of the street, "Go and call more people, I'll clean up the undead, you just need to protect those who put out the fire."

After saying that, he rushed out, turned into a black shadow, and rushed to the other side of the street in a blink of an eye, slicing the machete in his hand across the body of an undead, cutting it in two.

fighting!fighting!Continuous battles!
Zhong Ye gathered all the mercenaries from the surrounding streets, and took the people to and from the well two streets away to get water - the water they stored at home had been drained.

He himself took on the task of protecting these streets and removing the undead that appeared in these streets.

Running back and forth made him exhausted, even his breath became disordered, and his combat ability was greatly reduced. Fortunately, those undead were not strong.

After risking the demolition of the house close to the fire source, the fire was effectively controlled and did not continue to spread.

The mercenaries were also free, and Zhong Ye could finally stop and rest for a while.

Raising his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, Zhong Ye turned his head to look at the surrounding crowd, gasped slightly, and asked, "Did you find out who set the fire?"

People looked at each other and shook their heads.

They looked at the mercenary in front of them with respect. It was he who gathered other mercenaries to protect them and prevent the fire from expanding.

Although their house is gone now, at least they are still alive.

And they also heard that this mercenary cleared the undead in several surrounding streets by himself, protecting the safety of the surrounding streets for more than half an hour.

The houses in this city are all protected by the moon god, which can make the undead feel disgusted. Even if they can smell the living people in the house, they will not invade the house unless they have to.

However, civilians who have lost the protection of their houses are dangerous. They do not have the weapons blessed by the moon god and cannot resist the undead.

Too many people will attract more undead, unless they are very close friends, at this time no one will take the risk to open the door to accept these homeless people - after all, they also have to be responsible for their own families.

At this time, the only place that could accept these homeless people was the church of the Luna Church.

After resting for a while, sensing that the number of undead gathered around him was increasing, Zhong Ye stood up and gripped his weapon tightly again.

"Come on, I'll take you to church."

After moving my body, my joints made crisp sounds one after another, and my muscles were still sore, but I could continue to fight.

Calling three mercenaries and asking them to escort the civilians with him, Zhong Ye took the lead and made a way for the team.

The undead are tireless, but the living need to pay attention to their own state at all times.

The three mercenaries also felt a little tired. After escorting these civilians to the church, they could take a break by the way.

In fact, during the process of escorting, they did not feel too much pressure. Most of the pressure was borne by Zhong Ye who was standing right in front of the team, and the back with a knife and a sword in his hand gave them infinite security. feel.

Occasionally, some undead that have been missed need to be cleaned up manually. Otherwise, they only need to pay attention to the alleys on both sides of the street.

The place where the fire broke out was far away from the church. Fortunately, there were still many mercenaries along the road cleaning up the undead, so Zhong Ye didn't actually bear that much pressure.

Halfway through the journey, Zhong Ye's ears trembled suddenly, he stopped and turned his head to look.

Doubts appeared in the minds of the crowd following him, and a mercenary asked eagerly, "Why did you stop?"

"there's noise……"

The noise blended into the wind, and the gently blowing night wind brought shouts from afar.

After casually splitting the two undead who rushed towards him, Zhong Ye closed his eyes and listened attentively.

'……have……'

'Undead...'

'……run! '

'...skeletons...'

Zhong Ye suddenly opened his eyes, where did the skeleton come from?

The uneasiness suddenly became stronger, but he didn't say anything, and moved again, rushing forward.

Something must have happened in that direction, but he was going to send the crowd behind him to the church first, and then ask the priests for some holy water—his body was already quite tired.

As they continued to move forward, the noisy sound became closer and closer, and some people in the team noticed that there seemed to be a big commotion in that direction, and suddenly felt uneasy.

Besides them, there seemed to be other people coming to the church.

The church is not just a pure religious building, when necessary, the church can also be transformed into a fortress.

And as a fortress, there are naturally watchtowers.

When Zhong Ye led the team close to the church, the door of the church was already open, and the people burst into tears of joy and rushed over.

Zhong Ye's face changed suddenly, and he immediately roared: "Don't push, I'm still here, no undead will hurt you! Line up and enter the church in order!"

The monks and temple guards who were waiting at the gate were just about to speak out to maintain order, but they were surprised to find that after being scolded by the mercenary, the panic-stricken crowd suddenly fell silent. Although there was still a bit of confusion, they managed to maintain order.

The civilians filed in, and when the three mercenaries passed by Zhong Ye's side, they raised their fists and lightly punched Zhong Ye on the shoulder, all of them with smiles on their faces, which surprised the clergymen even more.

Zhong Ye put the scimitar back into its sheath, still holding the long sword in his left hand, and walked straight towards the priest.

"I need some holy water."

The monk blinked in surprise, looked at his left hand, shook his head and said, "We will prepare the holy water for you. You can put down your weapon and go in to rest."

"Have you heard any movement over there?"

Panting, Zhong Ye raised his finger to the direction where the blood moon was hanging high, "I want to go and see."

Hearing this, the monks and the temple guards were silent, looking at Zhong Ye with more respect in their eyes.

"...you wait a minute."

The monk turned and walked into the church. Several temple guards stood outside the door with Zhong Ye, relatively speechless.

A moment later, a guard of the temple looked into the church and found that the monk was nowhere to be seen. Then he took out a bottle from his arms and stuffed it into Zhong Ye's arms with a bit of heartache, "Take it, this is the bottle of 'Saint' Oil', applied to your weapon or your body makes your weapon sharper and your body stronger."

Zhong Ye didn't shirk, and nodded his thanks: "Thank you."

The monk came out of the church very quickly, holding an inflated water bladder. When he walked around, he could hardly hear the sound of water sloshing in the water bladder. Obviously, the bladder was already full.

After receiving the sachet, Zhong Ye uncorked the plug and took a sip, then turned his head and left.

In the moonlight, run slowly.

(End of this chapter)