Reborn Zombie Supreme

Swish——! ! !

Both of them got goosebumps at the same time, and their clothes on their backs were instantly wet with cold sweat.

"This is not a human being!"

How can something that cannot be killed be a human being?

"It hurts so much, it hurts more than thunder," He Cheng complained, and then he stood up unsteadily from the ground with an embroidered spring knife inserted into his chest.

The freshly washed body was once again stained with black blood.

Half human and half corpse, it seems to have both characteristics, but in fact it is very fragile. It is not as invulnerable as a zombie, has infinite strength, and at the same time has the five senses of a human.

He Cheng grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and pulled it out.

Puff, pfft——

Black blood splashed out, splashing all over the ground. The ground seemed to be poured with poison, and the land was severely corroded.

And he was completely unaware of the strong mental impact his behavior had on the two viewers.

"Escape!"

The fat man shouted at the top of his lungs, turned around, opened his legs and ran away.

"Wait for me!" The third child's Qinggong was better than the fat man's, and he easily caught up with the fat man.

"It's really evil. Are there really dirty things in the world?" The fat man gasped and was about to run out of the forest.

"Who knows?" The third child felt his throat felt dry and itchy. He scratched under the umbrella from outside, grabbed a sticky piece, and threw it on the ground without paying attention.

The itching still hasn't been relieved.

"Do you want to tell the Altar Master about this? There are such monsters around us!" The fat man turned his head, but found that there was no trace of the third child beside him.

It turned out that the third child was squatting on the ground and vomiting.

"Run quickly, that thing is catching up with me!" He Cheng grabbed the embroidered spring knife in the distance, shaking and running at a slow speed, the fat man urged anxiously.

The fat man lowered his head and pulled the third child: "I told you not to drink secretly. If you drink and delay things, you will not lose your life if you are punished by the altar. If you are..."

The third child raised his head sharply, and the fat man's words were choked in his throat.

At this time, Lao San's throat was completely ulcerated, and there was a meat tube sticking out. The meat on his neck was torn off by Lao San himself.

The third child, who was so seriously injured, was still alive, staring at the fat man with red eyes.

"Third brother!"

The fat man took two steps back and looked warily at Lao San, who was squatting on the ground with a "snoring, snoring" sound coming from his throat.

"Lao San!" He shouted again, but unfortunately Lao San's eyes were still staring at him.

run!

Fatty didn't know why, but he only knew that the third child had now turned into some kind of monster, and it must be related to the undead boy he met by the river.

He must rush back immediately to inform the altar owner and leave this ghost place overnight!

The third child, however, was like an ape. He stretched out his hand, jumped ten feet away, and got behind the fat man. He lay down on the fat man's back like a blood-sucking leech and opened his mouth to bite.

Gudong~gudong~gudong~

He swallowed a lot of blood, but the blood leaked out from Lao San's scratched throat, completely wetting the two of them, and Lao San still didn't feel anything.

He Cheng finally caught up.

The wound that penetrated the chest has almost healed and is no longer bleeding.

"Sure enough, even if martial arts people turn into zombies, they are stronger than ordinary people. It's a pity that they can't turn gods into zombies. If they feed the gods with corpse poison, maybe they can turn into drought demons?"

These are just his whims, after all, each zombie has a different evolutionary track.

According to common sense, reaching the peak of flying zombies is already the peak of a zombie. Drought demons have actually transcended the category of zombies.

The Xiuchun knife turned on the ground and cut off two handfuls of withered yellow weeds before being hidden behind He Cheng.

After absorbing He Cheng's corpse energy, Lao San, who had turned into a zombie, slowly got up, covered in bright red blood.

He came up to He Cheng and sniffed gently: "Roar!"

"I just turned into a zombie, and I actually know zombie language!"

Although Lao San is still in a deadlock now, as long as he absorbs enough yin energy or blood, he will definitely become a black zombie!

"Take me, go, suck blood," Lao San ordered He Cheng in short, clumsy zombie words.

Zombies have an intuitive sense of hierarchy, and it is a natural rule that high-level people control low-level people.

The third child regarded He Cheng, who was half human and half corpse, as the same kind.

"Follow me" He Cheng responded in zombie language and turned around while holding the knife.

At this moment, he suddenly bent down, raised the knife and slashed backwards, and the blade decisively cut across Lao San's neck!

Gululu~

The fragile neck couldn't withstand the blow and was cut off, and the third child's head fell to the ground.

"You'd better stay asleep too!"

He Cheng raised the embroidered spring knife high above his head.

Click, the fat man who had just been bitten through the throat had his head cut off neatly.

He cannot turn into a zombie for the time being, at least until his power and safety are guaranteed. Controlling zombies may be a good way, but the problem lies in the zombie society, where the strong are respected.

Half human and half zombie, it is impossible to control a group of zombies.

On the contrary, high-level zombies control low-level zombies. If you ask the zombies to jump into the sea of ​​fire, no zombies will hesitate.

So He Cheng simply chopped off the fat man's head so as not to provide himself with a living ancestor.

Bang——

He Cheng looked at the chipped teeth on the blade again, frowned and threw it away.

He stopped laying the corpse on the ground and simply turned around and left.

Although having a weapon can bring a lot of help, Jin Yiwei is still too ostentatious.

The moon hides in the clouds in the latter half of the night, and the night road is dark.

After walking for an unknown distance in the woods, the light of fire in the distance attracted He Cheng's attention.

If there is fire, there is a living person!

He Cheng slowed down his pace and leaned over slowly.

…

crackle~

In the fire, firewood crackled, and a group of people were gathered around the fire.

There were seven or eight people, four bearers, others playing gongs and drums, carrying betrothal gifts, a bride in red makeup, and a maid.

The sedan chair carried by four people fell by the roadside.

As we hurried into the night, we should rest on the roadside and prepare to leave again at dawn.

"Altar Master, Third Brother and Angkor have been away for a long time, why haven't they come back yet?"

The bearer, who was holding a tree branch and wearing a roasted pigeon, turned around and asked.

"Them?" The bride was called the Altar Master. She had a look of disdain on her face: "I'm sure I won't be able to come back tonight."

"Why?"

"Stupid!" The maid on the side stretched out her hand and gave the bearer a loud bang.

"The third child is a pervert, and Fatty Wu wants to be a flower-picking thief. He has a thief's heart but no thief's ability. What can happen if two people go out together?"

"Oh" the bearer rubbed his head. Regardless of whether he understood it or not, he felt the pain and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Altar Master, now that this business trip is over, can I rest for a few days?" the maid asked as she approached the bride, who was called the Altar Master.

"Lan Fenghuang, do you want a man again? You are very stupid and have never succeeded in finding a man. I think it is better to remain a widow by my side for the rest of your life."

"Ah? Altar Master! How can I be a widow when I only have this few wishes in my life?" The maid stamped her feet anxiously.

"who!"

The bride turned her head sharply and grabbed the red belt around her waist.

Flicking her wrist back, "pop" brought up a gust of wind. The red cloth wrapped outside exploded, like blood-red goose feather snow falling from the sky. The weapon in the bride's hand also revealed its true appearance in Lushan, which was a long cowhide whip.

Even though the others did not find the target, they stood up with weapons in hand and were on guard everywhere.

It was obvious that this was not a group sending off a bride, they were just borrowing the cover to make things easier.

"Come out! I've seen you!" The bride's eyes were sharp and she pointed directly behind a tree. The others also turned their heads and looked behind the tree.

"well"

He Cheng shook his head and sighed, and walked out from behind the tree obediently.

The moment he saw the bride, he didn't want to get involved with them, but unexpectedly, he still didn't avoid it.