Limitless Interpretations

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"Um?"

The man eating the cookie scratched his head, looked around, and shook his head: "No, maybe you heard wrong."

"No, I heard it too."

The woman sitting silently aside coughed and pointed in the direction where the young man was looking: "It's behind the wall. There seems to be something moving."

The strong man holding a shotgun on the side heard this and raised his chin at the person next to him: "Reynold, go and take a look."

"Okay, Boss."

The man was holding the AK and moving towards the door step by step, with a layer of sweat faintly visible on his forehead.

Along the way, he was really on tenterhooks. Those terrifying traps and monsters that couldn't even be killed with a gun completely subverted his previous materialistic worldview.

There are now less than ten people left in the team of more than twenty people, and half of them were caught in traps or killed by the monsters that just crawled out of the coffin.

"Gulu..."

He swallowed his saliva, raised his foot suddenly, and kicked the bronze door.

Boom!

Muffled sound.

Everyone's attention was focused on the door.

However... except for a large piece of dirt that collapsed, the bronze door only trembled, not being kicked open at all and motionless.

The corner of Hu Jiu's mouth twitched, and he stepped forward and groped for a moment on the door frame. He turned his head sympathetically and looked at the mercenary whose right leg was still trembling: "The door is pulled inwards."

"..." The man had a black streak in his head. He put down the gun silently, grabbed the door handle, and pulled it inward.

The door opened.

People died.

How did you die?

Because there was a figure wearing gilt armor and holding a horse-killing sword standing outside the door, and he killed the poor mercenary with one blow.

Unexpectedly, when the woman saw him, she suddenly stood up, gritted her teeth and pointed the spray gun at him: "Is it you? Is it you who killed my father?"

Hu Jiu took the opportunity to step back, but unexpectedly, the man's movements were frighteningly fast. He raised his hand and slashed out with a knife. Looking at his posture, it was clear that he wanted to behead him.

"Get down!!"

The woman couldn't help but roar in desperation, holding the spray gun and pulling the trigger.

boom!

The steel balls came out of the chamber and covered the man's head with scorching firelight. When Hu Jiu heard the reminder, he had already fallen to the ground with his head in his hands.

The blade scraped across his scalp, cutting off large pieces of hair. The evil aura that hit his face made Hu Jiu's limbs feel cold and his heart faintly stopped beating.

The impact of the bullet forced the man to decisively stop his hand, turn the blade sideways, and use the broad back of the blade to block most of the bullets that were shot at his head.

"Huh, huhu..."

Hu Jiu crawled back to the safety line and stood up panting.

His eyes fell on the guy, looking around at his armor and decorations, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Princes of the Qing Dynasty? Aren't they all buried in northern Beijing? And they have been dug up by now..."

"He is Dorgon."

Yan Wan leaned against the wall and walked over leisurely, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Who are you?" Hu Jiu asked cautiously, grabbing the dagger.

Not only him, but also everyone else's attention fell on Yan Wan.

Because just now, when Yan Wan appeared, the zombie holding a big knife cautiously stepped back a certain distance, seeming to be very afraid of him.

"Bang bang..."

Five shots!

Hu Jiu and the others stood there blankly with their clothes soaked in cold sweat. The few mercenaries left behind them didn't even have time to turn their guns, and there was a bloody hole between their eyebrows.

"Are you Song Yixue?" Yan Wan tilted his head and stared at the only woman in the group. The gun moved downwards, aiming at her heart.

boom!

Yan Wan put away his empty gun, ignored Dorgon, strode into the bronze door, looked at the corpses of Hu Jiu and others, curled his lips slightly, raised his foot and crushed Song Yixue's chest.

"Roar……"

Along with a muffled roar, a whistling sound came from behind.

The sword came out of the box and the dragon roared. One person and one zombie fought together in an instant.

"Come on, why are you yelling? We don't understand the language!"

Yan Wan frowned, lowered his waist and twisted his body. He turned back and swiped the sword in Dorgon's hand, grazed his arm bones as strong as steel, and stabbed Dorgon's mouth with precision and viciousness.

Turning the sword to withdraw, avoiding the blade, he stirred the sword and brought out a good tooth from the zombie.

"Hey~"

Yan Wang shook off the pus and blood on his sword in disgust, and rubbed it on a corpse. He stared at the guy meaningfully: "Do you want to eat it?"

He could see that although the zombie Dorgon was very flexible and very different from the wooden sticks in movies and TV shows that could only bounce around, there was one other thing that was the same.

Zombies...suck blood.

Having been poked by Yan Wan so many holes, he now urgently needs blood, to be precise... blood evil, to recover from his injuries.

But now, there are so many corpses behind Yan Wang, they are still fresh, the ones who died just a few minutes ago.

Hearing Yan Wan's mocking ridicule, Dorgon was immediately furious. His eyes were red and black on his withered face, and he rushed forward again with a roar.

"for you!"

Yan Wang raised his foot, looked for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and kicked the body to him.

Dorgon pinched the corpse's neck and immediately opened his mouth to bite it.

And then...bang!

Dorgon angrily threw away the body and slashed at Yan Wan with a knife.

His teeth...are gone.

Especially the four sharp corpse teeth, which were broken by Yan Wan's sword just now. The teeth are gone, so why do you want to suck a hammer?

Yan Wan had a smile on his face and his eyes sparkled. If he simply killed Dorgon, he would have countless opportunities soon after the fight.

It's just that he doesn't want to do this. What he really wants... is Dorgon's zombie body.

During the previous fight with the Ghost King, Yan Wan saw that Ye Ling had a ghost servant, and they also cleaned up the ghost objects left by Chen Zixin.

They want that kind of thing, so... they will definitely not let go of this zombie that is hundreds of years old.

With this as a condition, Yan Wang was ready to see if he could get something good out of them. And maybe we can get some more information about the system by taking advantage of the opportunity.

For example, can I trade reward points, skill points, can I form a team, etc...

Bang!

The flanker drew his sword, and with the support of his internal strength, the broad back of the sword was smashed out with great force. Even though Dorgon wanted to block, his stiff body did not allow him to react so quickly.

Following a harsh collision, Dorgon's burly body stumbled backwards, and the long knife in his hand was deformed by Yan Wan's sword.

Buzz~

Faintly, Dorgon seemed to see a red dragon roaring and twisting towards him. The strong sense of oppression made it impossible for him to make any movement at this time.

With a puff, Yan Wan let go of the Chixiao Sword and gasped rapidly: "Damn, it takes a lot of effort to get rid of you without destroying this body."