Chapter 100 — The Seven Volumes of the Book of Creation
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
That bridge of yellow paper stretched from one side of the street all the way to the county magistrate's yamen! Then one floating corpse after another leapt up and flew out of the coffins, running stiffly through the air with their feet upon the yellow paper, straight for the yamen. Shen Mu watched intently: the floating corpses rushed into the yamen, and at once more yellow paper flew from the yellow-robed Daoist's sleeve and bridged the air, this time spreading toward the four city gates, east, south, west, and north.
Behind him, one black-robed Daoist after another rose into the air, trod the yellow paper, and sped toward the four gates. "Bad!
" Shen Mu's heart gave a leap.
He spun about like a whirlwind, gathered up his clothes and made them into a bundle, woke the white fox, and said swiftly: "Say nothing.
We slip out of the city quietly. Ling'er, you take the wind!
" Snowfox, uncomprehending, blinked her sleepy eyes, not yet come to her senses. Suddenly a tremendous crash came from the direction of the yamen, and a voice cried out in shock and fury: "Flying zombies!
Flying zombies!
The Corpse Immortal Sect is attacking, protect the magistrate!
" "Your magistrate is already dead. His head is here!
"