Si Wuxing never came back, and the servant boy also said that he didn't know where he had gone to fool around again. Until the day of the mission, Shen Yimian still couldn't wait for Si Wuxing.

This was not Shen Yimian's first mission. The last time he went on patrol in a nearby mountain village, he encountered a wild bear that was only slightly taller than a human on the way. Shen Yimian and his fellow disciples were scared out of their wits. They ran for ten miles before they remembered that they knew magic and wanted to go back to seek revenge on the wild bear. However, the wild bear roared and ran towards them, and the two were chased for ten miles while howling.

I heard that when you reach the Xuan level, your mission is to go down the mountain to eliminate demons. Countless Xuan level disciples have become dead souls at the hands of the demons. Therefore, Xuan level disciples are also called cannon fodder disciples. They are the largest in number and have suffered the most deaths.

The earth-level missions are more dangerous and are often sent to places where demons are rampant. Shen Yimian never dared to think about the heaven-level missions.

Before leaving, he filled his small bag with things, looking ready to die.

The life-saving talisman, Yuan-protecting pill, body-shielding barrier magic weapon, demon-avoiding bracelet, and invisibility talisman water Si Wuxing gave him...

After leaving the house, Shen Yimian remembered that he was a sword cultivator and did not bring his sword. He turned back to look for it, searched every corner of the hall, and finally found the long sword covered with ash and rust under the alchemy stove.

He raised the sword, pondered for a moment, picked up the whetstone and began to sharpen it bit by bit.

"What are you doing"

Shen Yimian looked up with sweat on his forehead. Outside the doorway, the tall figure of the young man completely blocked out the early spring sunshine. A brand new sword that he had just received a few days ago was hanging on his waist. His figure was very pleasing to the eye. He looked up suddenly and thought he was watching a handsome guy's transition video on some Shaky Video.

He glanced at them with some envy, wiped the sweat off his face, and raised his sword sheepishly, "Didn't you see? Sharpening your sword before the battle will make it shine even if it's not sharp."

Xie Lu narrowed his eyes and unhooked his longsword from his waist. "True brilliance shouldn't be the flash of light honed on the last minute, but the light of qualitative change caused by continuous hard work and daily practice. Time is running out, use my sword."

"What about you?" Shen Yimian blinked, "Aren't you also a sword cultivator?"

"I'm good at a bit of everything." Xie Lu took out a thin silver longbow from his storage ring and slung it behind his back. "Do you have any experience playing Xianxia online games?"

Shen Yimian was stunned by his question and thought carefully for a while, "I have played King of Glory and have a Li Bai skin. Does that count as experience?"

“…”

"Phoenix seeks phoenix, phoenix seeks phoenix Li Bai, do you know that I can kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. I am a wild thief six."

"That was a game from 196 years ago, and it wasn't an online game."

"oh."

Time is merciless. Even Li Bai in the game is almost two hundred years old.

Shen Yimian took the sword from his hand and immediately felt a surge of spiritual energy coming from his palm, making his whole body feel comfortable. It was indeed a good sword, and it was probably no worse than Li Bai's sword.

He performed a few sword moves and then handed a piece of thin paper in front of him.

"The map of the mission location," Xie Luqing had already received the mission and returned early, analyzing the tactics. "A large number of zombies have appeared in Yunhuai City. Our mission is to eliminate all of them, get rid of the demons behind the scenes, and bring the demon inner core back to Yanshan to complete the mission."

The task of catching the walking corpses in Yunhuai City had already been done by other disciples, but no one came back alive. The whereabouts of twenty Xuan-level disciples and three Di-level disciples are still unknown, so it was upgraded to a Tian-level task.

Shen Yimian looked at the huge map with his eyes wide open, "There are so many zombies, let us kill them both."

Xie Lu said calmly, "Originally, this was a mission for thirty people, but because it was a punishment from the head, only the two of us were allowed to go."

Shen Yimian's vision darkened and he began to regret why he didn't stop Xie Lu from taking the task yesterday.

"Don't worry, I've drawn up an outline for the task." Xie Lu took out his notebook from his arms and spread it out for Shen Yimian to see. "Take a quick look at it, and I'll go into more detail later."

After that, he placed the notebook in Shen Yimian's palm. "Time is short and the mission is heavy. Yunhuai City is sixty miles away. You will fly the sword. Change people every hour to avoid fatigue driving."

Shen Yimian understood his arrangements clearly. Before she could digest them, she stepped on the sword and a pair of cold hands wrapped around her waist.

He tensed up for a moment, then turned around to see Xie Lu, who was as calm as ever. "What's wrong?"

"Can you please stop hugging me?" Shen Yimian carefully pulled his fingers away. "It's a bit weird."

"I am AI, not a human."

Xie Lu actually understood his awkwardness. "If you mind, I can also transform into a female body, a child's body, an elderly body, a white, brown, or black person. Of course, I don't discriminate against any race or gender..."

Shen Yimian was too lazy to listen to his nagging and simply put his hand back on her waist. "Hold on tight. I haven't passed the driving test and my driving skills are not good."

As expected, Xie Lu held him a little tighter. Shen Yimian didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he was very close to him. He could even faintly feel some warm breath on the back of his neck, which made his neck numb and itchy.

Does AI also need to breathe oxygen and expel carbon dioxide? Maybe it is just imitating what humans do, but the subtle warm breath does make Shen Yimian feel a little uncomfortable.

He flew up on his sword and headed towards Yunhuai City according to the map.

The clouds and wind passed through his arms, and Shen Yimian suddenly felt like a bird that had escaped from a cage. After staying at home for so long, it would be nice to go out occasionally.

Although he felt a little heavy-hearted when thinking about the arduous task, he didn't seem to be so panicked with Xie Lu around.

The two of them took turns flying swords and arrived at Yunhuai City at noon.

The city gates were tightly shut, and the demonic energy was surging. The city had become a dead city. Shen Yimian felt a chilling wind blowing just outside the city gates. He shuddered, and then he remembered the plan Xie Lu had mentioned.

He quickly opened the notebook, which was filled with densely written words and even a mind map. If he didn't have a computer, he could probably make an 80-page PPT.

Shen Yimian fell asleep after reading two lines. He felt like he was copying notes from a top student in high school. He couldn't understand them and it was tiring to copy them.

"Can I not watch it?"

"Okay." Xie Lu was truly humane. "Then I'll describe my plan in simple terms."

Shen Yimian nodded and heard him say, "Take the King of Glory that you played as an example. You are the support position and I am the shooter position."

Hearing this, Shen Yimian looked at the sword in his hand and thought, "Is Li Bai's support a bit abstract?"

Xie Lu ignored him and continued, "The zombies are considered soldiers, the City Lord's Mansion is considered a defense tower, and the demon cultivator behind the scenes is considered an enemy hero. Is that understandable?"

"Can."

It would have been better if you had said this earlier. There would have been no need to write a PPT.

"I'm responsible for clearing minions, knocking down towers, and killing enemy heroes."

Shen Yimian blinked, "What about me?"

"You are responsible for your own protection."

Xie Lu took off the Xiuyan jade necklace from his neck. The indigo tourmaline shone with dazzling light in the sunlight, and a hexagonal dragon scale was finely carved on it, which was mysterious and unfathomable.

He gently put the Xiuyu necklace on Shen Yimian's neck and whispered, "Don't take it off. This is a magic weapon of the dragon clan. It can help protect your body."

It turns out that he is a dragon. He is worthy of being the male protagonist, his race is so awesome.

Shen Yimian listened in a daze, his fingertips touched the collar, and asked helplessly, "Then how do you protect yourself?"

"No need." Xie Lu replied nonchalantly, "I said, I don't feel pain."

Not feeling pain doesn’t mean you won’t get hurt.

Shen Yimian pursed her lips for a moment, then handed her small bag to Xie Lu, "There's a magic weapon in there that my master gave me. You might be able to use it. Take it."

After a pause, he added, "But you have to pay me back for any unused items. I've been saving them for a long time."

Xie Lu looked at the slightly old-fashioned small shoulder bag, raised his eyelashes slightly, and his eyes fell on Shen Yimian's face.

50% of them were worried that he would get hurt, 35% were trying to escape, and 15% were searching for magic weapons out of spite.

Very understandable human beings.

He took the bag and asked, "Are you ready?"

Shen Yimian's scalp tightened and he felt the urge to urinate. "I want to go to the toilet, what should I do?"

"It's not advisable to urinate and defecate in public, but this is just the online world. You can find a secluded corner to relieve yourself."

Shen Yimian looked around, slowly walked to the corner under the city gate, and slowly untied his belt.

Time, please go slower... He really doesn't want to go in.

He looked up at the sky, thinking about how to delay a little longer, when suddenly something rubbed his trouser leg.

Shen Yimian was slightly startled, thinking it was a wild mouse. He looked down and was almost scared to death.

——A severed hand, as dry and wrinkled as tree bark, was tentatively trying to get into his trouser leg.

He subconsciously kicked the severed hand away, still in shock, "Thank you, thank you!"

"What's wrong"

Xie Lu's calm and composed voice was like a shot of adrenaline. Shen Yimian quickly fastened his belt, turned around and ran towards Xie Lu, "Just now, a hand, a ghost hand, touched me!"

Hearing this, Xie Lu drew his sword from his waist and looked in the direction Shen Yimian pointed. After a while, he turned back in confusion and said, "Sorry, I didn't notice anything unusual."

"Really, it was right here just now, but I kicked it away..." Shen Yimian began to feel unsure as she spoke, and simply said, "Forget it, it might be my hallucination."

Xie Lu leaned over and carefully observed the dry grass in front of him. "It is true that hallucinations can occur when there is too much psychological pressure. Where did you pee?"

Shen Yimian: "...I haven't started yet."

"Let's start now, I'll be by your side." Xie Lu held the sword and stared straight at Shen Yimian.

Shen Yimian was silent for a moment, thinking that if she didn't refuse him, he would hold her urination position.

"No."

"Incontinence. I have a change of clothes in my storage ring."

Shen Yimian's face flushed, "I just don't want to pee anymore!"

AI is indeed very considerate, but sometimes it is too considerate.

After such a scare just now, Shen Yimian felt that his heart was almost dead and he was not so scared anymore.

He followed Xie Lu closely, step by step. The two of them pushed open the city gate, and dust flew up, and a damp, old smell hit their faces.

What came into view was a huge, towering locust tree, which almost covered half of the city with a thick green shade. Shen Yimian remembered that on the map, the entire Yunhuai City was built around this locust tree.

Shen Yimian had heard of Yunhuai City and also knew about the Yunhuai tree. It was rumored that two hundred years ago, a wandering cultivator meditated and ascended to heaven under the tree, and the tree followed suit, thus allowing it to grow endlessly. Countless people came here to gain enlightenment, and the people built cities and houses around it in order to seek the immortal's protection.

Who would have thought that two hundred years later, this place would become a deserted place.

The City Lord's Mansion faces south and is like a tower overlooking the locust trees. The red silk is fluttering and the black tiles are as new as ever. It is not difficult to see the former wealth and prosperity.

Shen Yimian followed closely behind Xie Lu, snuggling up to him as they moved forward. Perhaps because it was still early, he only saw dilapidated houses along the way, but no human figures, let alone walking corpses.

The setting of the walking corpses here is probably similar to the zombies in Lin Zhengying's zombie movies. They hide during the day and come out at night to kill people only after dark.

The two men found a secluded empty house to stay in. They divided the work and pasted yellow talismans on all sides. They also took out chicken blood and wrote talismans on the door to ward off evil spirits.

After working for a long time, Shen Yimian finally felt relieved when he saw the room full of yellow talismans. He would probably sleep in this safe house for the next few days, and he didn't know if these broken bricks and tiles could withstand repairs.

Shen Yimian took out a three-piece bedding set from his storage ring. This was the experience his senior brother taught him before he died. Although he had never been on a serious mission, his senior brother still taught him a lot just in case.

When they go on missions, they often have to sleep on the ground outdoors, so they always bring a small blanket so that they can spread it out on the ground and sleep for a night.

He walked into the inner room and saw a small bed. The original owner of this house probably didn't have much money at home. The bed was small and broken, and it felt like it would collapse if he sat on it.

Shen Yimian didn't mind. It was good enough to have something to sleep on. He pulled back the quilt and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. He was almost scared to death.

"Dead people, there are dead people, Xie Lu!!"