"Ya~~~"

A strange voice came from behind.

Hoop and Jia Le were shocked.

The door was slammed by the black waiter outside and several ~ walking corpses.

Outside this window, is it time for another walking corpse to come out?

Compared to the sturdy door, the window sill is like paper paste.

I saw that the walking corpse outside the window stretched out his head, and the ugly head broke the window paper.

"Ya~~~"

When the walking corpse saw the living person, it immediately cried out with excitement.

At this moment, the walking corpses outside the door also got the information, and one by one, they all became extremely excited.

They slammed the door, banging.

Seeing, this house is no longer safe enough.

Jia Le knew that he could not continue to sit still here.

He turned his heart and turned out a mud jar from the corner on the side.

"What are you doing?"

Hoop asked suspiciously.

"You'll find out later."

Jia Le didn't explain and buried his head in hard work.

Three or two sentences are not clear to explain, and there is not much time to consume.

"Ahem..."

Jiale finally opened the lid of the altar, and a sweet smell rushed to his face, which really choked him.

After easing up a bit, Jiale took the stick on the side and stabbed it directly into the can.

After a burst of stirring, pull out the sugar gum.

This golden sugar gum exudes the aroma of malt.

In the doubtful eyes of the hoop, Jia Le rolled out these malt sugars and smeared them on the floor of the room little by little.

After surviving, the wooden door, which was originally very strong, has become a little far away.

At this time, the head resting on the windowsill was also repelled by the hoop with the wooden pillow on the bed.

Garle used malt sugar to coat most of the floor in the room.

After that, he pushed the wardrobe in the corner and came to the front of the hoop.

He stepped on the closet, which poked at the plank of the ceiling overhead.

The position above his head happened to be the room of his master.

While stabbing open the floor and getting rid of these walking corpses, you may be able to find a magic weapon in the master's room that can deal with these walking corpses.

"Broken!"

Jia Le gritted his teeth and poked the ceiling above his head.

At this time, the wooden door that had been destroyed by the walking corpse door for a long time finally couldn't hold on and fell down.

"Quick. Grab my hands! "

"Huh? Uh-huh! "

Qiu Qi held Xiao Wang Ye in his arms and was pulled up to the top of the wardrobe by Jia Le.

Originally, Jiale stood alone and there was still some vacant space, but now it seemed so narrow that there was no place to even stand on his feet.

"Ugh!"

"They're in!"

Jia Le pried a few more pieces of the wooden board on his head, and the hoop beside him suddenly shouted.

When the door collapsed, Wu Shilang and the walking corpses were already eager to come in. It's just that at that time, they were all crowded together and temporarily stuck by the door frame.

At that moment, Na Wu Lang screamed strangely, and the other walking corpses retreated a little calmly.

One by one, they all poured into this room.

"Ignore them yet."

"Quick! Let's go up first. "

Jia Le glanced at Na Wu Lang and said calmly towards the hoop.

"This... How to get up? "

Qiu Qi looked at the hole that was still a short distance above his head, and said with a difficult face.

"Oh, I'll lift you up, just step on my shoulder!"

Jia Le thought of something, and couldn't help but show a slightly lewd smile on his face.

But he quickly sorted out his facial expressions, trying to put on a nonchalant look.

He looked at the hole above his head, and then at the walking corpses that were about to crowd over.

She bit her silver teeth lightly, and without further thought, she rode on Jia Le's low-hanging neck.

After going up, she picked up Xiao Wang Ye from Jiale's hand.

"What about you?"

"You are alone, can you come up?"

Hoop asked worriedly.

"Yes, but it's not necessary."

"Take a look in the room and help me find some weapons to deal with these guys." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) )

Jia Le said lightly.

He searched the house price and found only a peach wood sword.

"It's okay, it's much better than this stick in my hand."

Jia Le threw the wooden stick in his hand aside and took the wooden sword handed by the hoop.

"Watch out for the back!"

Hoop shouted loudly.

Jia Le instantly turned his head and leaned down to stab out a sword.

I saw that Wu Shilang had quietly come to the edge of the cabinet at this time, and his hands were on the top of the wardrobe and he was supporting himself.

Jia Le's sword pierced into Wu Shilang's abdomen.

Jia Le once heard Master Shimoku say that the skin of ordinary zombies is already tough as cowhide, and ordinary weapons are difficult to cause damage to zombies.

If you want to hurt zombies, illegal weapons or light-fired weapons.

And the wooden sword in his hand is a common law weapon made of peach wood.

Although ordinary, it can cause a lot of damage to these walking corpses in front of you, which are one rank lower than zombies.

A sword pierced through, as if piercing a ball of cotton, destroying the smoothness of decay.

Momoji, Goki no Sei also.

And peach wood, also known as fairy wood.

The peach wood sword in Jia Le's hand is the nemesis of the gloomy thing like the walking corpse in front of him.

Although it is not the kind of peach wood that has been struck by lightning for fifty or hundreds of years, it is still easy to deal with these low-level walking corpses in front of you.

U Shirou screamed strangely and fell down.

Afterwards, Jia Le tossed and turned on the wooden bed and wardrobe, easily solving the walking corpses who were trapped by the malt sugar on the ground.

After doing all this, Jia Le did not leave from the position of the door.

The ground was covered with malt sugar that he had just smeared, and it was also a bit of trouble for him to leave through the doorway.

He returned to the top of the wardrobe, jumped up, and easily reached the second floor. Seeing his safe return, Qiao Qi finally let go of the feeling of being worried all the time.

Jia Le fell tired to the floor, and even the strength to speak was almost gone.

Qiuqian Wan'er smiled and lay down not far from him.

The two lay quietly on the floor of the second floor, looking through the window on the roof, looking at the broken raindrops.

"You say, Master, will they be able to come back safely?"

The hoop suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

Master Ichishu and Shimoku Daoist have been away for a long time.

So far, I haven't seen them return.

"It will, it will."

Jiale said with a determined expression.

He had heard Master talk about his past travels.

Regarding Master Chizuru's strength, it was occasionally mentioned.

Although Master Qianhe's strength is not as powerful as that of other uncles, it is definitely a non-negligible existence.

The convoy personally transported by Uncle Chizuru turned out to be an accident.

It can be seen that the strength of the zombie in that coffin is also extraordinary.

He was equally worried.

But it can't be shown right now.

Boom!

There was a sudden loud noise downstairs.

Jia Le instantly got up.

"Is it Master, are they back?"

Hoop asked expectantly.

Jia Le waved her hand, signaling her not to speak.

I don't know why, but suddenly I had a very ominous premonition corpse in my heart.

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