Lord of the Low Version System

In the barren mountains more than a hundred miles away in Huangshi Town.

Four weirdoes in black robes rested in a thatched rafter.

He is called a weird because they are wrapped tightly around him and his body, and only his eyes are exposed. Even if he eats or drinks, he just gently lifts off the cover on his face.

At this time, it was summer, and the south was hot. Although the mountains were lonely, they were not so cool. Ordinary people walked with sweat and sweat, but they were wrapped tightly.

No one knows whether they are hot or not, and even they themselves do not care about such details.

In addition, they were all accompanied by tiger-backed followers, who followed a short outfit, exposing bulging chest arms, but somehow the skin of these followers showed a strange iron gray.

"There are zombies in Li Wangzhai again. I don't know what happened. These years, zombies have appeared more and more and more powerful. Uncle Jiu, how did these zombies come from?"

The man in a condom said something.

Another person replied: "In the last year of the previous dynasty, there were wars. The thieves killed all the way, the thieves killed all the way, and they went from the north to the south. Jiading Shitu, Yangzhou March, shaving order ... Which year? The head was rolling, and I don't know how many bones were buried underneath. "

Hearing the words of Uncle Jiu, several others were all stunned.

For more than a hundred years of evolution, those corpses that did not rot were corpses that year, especially those who died during their lives and couldn't swallow a bitter anger, and they will likely become zombies.

It is for this reason that in the later years, when the prisoner demolished the family and slaughtered the village, they would set fire to the corpse, and burial was forbidden and changed to cremation.

But this law is useless and can't restrain the officials. They not only burial, but also repair the tombs.

The common people also secretly buried, throwing a pig and a sheep in the cremation.

The magistrate opened his eyes and closed his eyes. As long as he gave a little money, he would not open the shroud for inspection.

It is for this reason that there are so many zombies in the Qing Empire, and many of them are wearing official clothes and tops.

This situation also gave birth to a special profession-Mr. Zombie.

职业 This profession was originally monasticism. Later, some ordinary people also took things like black donkey hoofs, ink fountains, and five emperors to catch zombies, and used their heads for bounties.

After more than 100 years of experience accumulation, many schools have gradually formed, and each school has its own housekeeping skills.

"Uncle Jiu, should we open our doors and train some new people?"

"Yes, uncle Jiu, we can bring our apprentices too."

Jiushu, who flew into Jiu with a frown, suddenly raised her palm.

"Beep!"

Huh!

Huh!

Don't ask, it's the zombie hopping sound, but it's especially heavy.

"No, quickly withdraw!"

It's no longer a matter of ideas, but a headache.

After more than one hundred years of experience accumulation, the zombies have divided the zombies into meticulous levels of strength, and the frequency and intensity of zombies' beating at each level have been clearly and detailedly described.

Experienced Mr. Zombies can judge the strength level of zombies by listening. As long as their strengths are not different, they can subdue or even kill zombies with various instruments.

的 The zombies they usually deal with are "bang ... bang". After two breaths, the next step in charge is two or three feet.

But what about the zombie just now, the steps "哐 ... 哐" are like big drums and sledgehammers, and the frequency is particularly fast, like the frequency of a flash of lightning across his mind.

Above all, it's big day!

Roar!

Boom!

Two voices sounded at the same time, and then saw a dark zombie descending from the sky, which blocked the escape route of the four.

The twenty-four knew that the situation was not good, and all gave up the idea of ​​running away.

The zombie in front of his eyes jumped seven feet and moved so quickly that it was impossible to run past it with only two legs. There must be a vitality in uniting.

They went out to the same door and cooperated for decades. They sympathized with their father and son. They didn't have the idea of ​​selling teammates. They quickly set off the battle and took out magic weapons.

Gossip mirror!

Peach sword!

Town soul bell!

Recruitment 幡 ...

Various magic weapons were used in turns, and even the tablets of the ancestors were taken out.

However, the eggs are not used.

"Uncle Nine, this zombie seems to be afraid of nothing."

The person called Uncle Jiu took the initiative and said, "Let the zombies go and drag them on. After I'm off, you can run one by one!"

Uncle Jiu Jiu originally wanted to render the atmosphere, but as soon as he turned around, the three little rabbits had already run twenty steps away.

The followers next to the four were summoned, and their atrophy eyes opened instantly, as if they were angry at King Kong, but their eyes were bloodshot and filled with the madness of killing.

Uncle Lu Jiu commanded four zombies 傀儡, surrounded the black zombies from four directions, and showed the prototype of the combined attack method.

However, the black zombie slaps out, and the zombie in front of him doesn't even hum. He is short for a moment, his calf plunges directly into the soil, and his head is smashed into his stomach.

The zombies on both sides jumped up and rushed up, but the black zombies slapped and flew seven or eight feet apart, and the zombies behind them rushed up, their mouths bursting with fangs.

Then, the tooth broke!

The black zombies grabbed the zombie **** around their necks, slammed forward, and smashed directly into a large humanoid pit.

Uncle Yun Jiu's eyes were round and round, this zombie's arm could bend, this is definitely not an ordinary zombie, but a mutant zombie, or even a zombie king.

He originally expected the zombies to resist for a while, but he did not expect that the four of them were so unbearable, and blinded for so many years.

Abandoned the car to protect the handsome, the car was eaten up, the old handsome has not run away.

I'm losing money!

Even if I ran away a life today, without four zombies 傀儡, my strength is greatly reduced. Later, when I encounter a stronger little zombies, I have to run away.

I saw the black zombie rushing towards himself, Jiushu bit his tongue, a spurt of fine blood spewed out, and Taomu Jian exuded a glowing blood.

Then, Jiushu stabbed in the past.

Click, the peach sword is broken!

When I saw this scene, Jiushu almost passed out—the treasure passed down by the ancestor was his own.

The dark zombie bowed his head, revealing a black mouth.

Uncle Jiu Ji laughed with a sorrow ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ secretly said: My life is off ...

But at this moment, a sharp Jianguang stabbed over, rubbing the top of Jiu Ji's head and stabbing on the neck of the black zombie.

Fortunately, Uncle Ji was not tall, otherwise the sword had to be pierced through the back of his head before stabbing into the zombie's neck.

I was stabbed by this sword, the black zombie screamed, waving his hands to pull out the long sword.

However, at this time, the sword outlines the pattern of golden light, and a masculine and vigorous breath spurts out, instantly burning its neck.

Crackling ...

Jiu Jiu immediately howled with his feet-the head above the black zombie smashed the head below him.

Stomp your toes.

Uncle Wu Jiujuan turned around, he wanted to know who saved him and what method he used to kill the black zombie in one shot.