Looking at the blazing flames and the various cries of unknown meaning, Ningxia knew that she had succeeded.
Taking advantage of the chaos of war and no one noticed her movements for the time being, Ningxia struck while the iron was hot and summoned vines to shuttle among the zombies, surrounding this small space and forming a simple guardrail to trap the zombies wandering around.
Ningxia did not use the ascending fire formation stone this time, but just used ordinary fireball techniques to create chaos. After all, that thing was tried last time, and the array was not that big.
Ningxia is still a little scared now. Tong Ning's scream that day was the biggest nightmare in her career as a monk.
Now I just want to create chaos and ask for directions. Naturally, I can't just kill him. Everything has to be done slowly.
What's more, this move can't be used multiple times, otherwise others will find out the details at once, but there will be some surprises in the execution of the move.
But the effect of ordinary flames plus special liquid cannot be underestimated.
The liquid Ningxia spilled for the second time was not ordinary water, but highly concentrated liquor, in other words alcohol.
Don't ask her why there was such a cross-century thing as alcohol in the ancient world? She doesn't know either. After all, this is a world of cultivation without any science at all.
Ning Xiaoxia bought the maintenance spirit fluid that has the effect of awakening the sword at the market in Fengming City. It is brewed in a special environment based on special spiritual wine, supplemented by spiritual materials.
It has the effect of awakening and forging magic weapons and possessing spirits. If the spirit sword is used for a long time, it is possible to purify the sword embryo and achieve the second refining effect.
This thing is not an ordinary thing, it is worth a lot of money. It is a rare thing that Ningxia bought specifically for Lin Pingzhen. I reluctantly bought it just to thank the other party for helping me many times. If she hadn't obtained a large number of spirit stones in the secret room before, this thing would have technically cost her a whole year's savings.
According to the old man selling the goods, the spiritual liquid brewed by his father's generation was much stronger than ordinary products. Master Ming Jing personally nodded and certified, and then she bought the thing.
For Ningxia, this is really a horribly expensive luxury product.
Now, the rare treasures will be wasted on the ground and used as volatile agents for the flames, creating an artificial fire with great talent but little use.
Whatever. Life is important. If you can save your life, the things outside you will have value. Otherwise, you can only die holding a bunch of rare treasures. Ningxia was soon relieved.
Zombies are the living dead, technically dead people. When people die, their senses naturally disappear completely, and pain, itching, etc. are all just a blur. But the problem is that zombies are the living dead, the kind that are not completely dead. They still have residual synesthesia on their bodies and can still feel strange temperatures.
And I don’t know if it’s because of their yin attributes. These special creatures are afraid of open flames and subconsciously don’t want to touch the light.
Ningxia first used sesame cakes to attract the zombies. Of course, this is just a supplementary photo. After all, you can't expect Shaobing to kill people. But luckily, the sesame biscuits played an outstanding supporting role in this, and the zombies actually became confused because of the sesame biscuits all over the floor.
These instinct-driven creatures are chasing those ordinary and inconspicuous cakes that fall on the ground. There were even many walking low-level zombies that gathered to pick them up.
The lifeless city unexpectedly experienced such a situation that could be called fluctuations. The strange commotion attracted the attention of the patrol team.
It would have been very unpleasant to be inexplicably pushed back by the low-level zombies around him. Now these low-level things dare to ignore them and rebel? ! The eldest brother on patrol was angry.
They decided to have a good time with the meat ducks of politics. So that they can see who is the master of this city.
Unfortunately, scolding and beating had no effect this time. They underestimated the importance of sesame cakes in the hearts of zombies. Those low-level zombies didn't buy their fault and just went about picking up things and making a fuss over them.
Just like the supermarket aunts competing for one-yuan products, the business is prosperous and in a trance.
In this way, a large number of zombies gathered in this area. This also made it easier for her to pour the spiritual liquid, and she used some means to make the liquid spread more evenly. Then a fire lit this lively scene.
Ningxia didn't think it was chaotic enough, so he used the vine technique, which he was not yet proficient in, to send out a large number of vines to surround this small space, making the scene even more chaotic. Taking advantage of the chaos and no one paying attention, he climbed up to the eaves of a nearby roof and lay down in a small dark room to pay close attention to the situation below.
Looking at the zombies below who were trapped in the vines and wandering around randomly, scared to death for the second time by the fire, Ning Xia silently made a tick in her heart, and the plan was completed.
Now comes the second step of the plan. Ning Xia was crawling on the roof of the second floor, always watching what was going on below, waiting for the opportunity.
Zombies are not her main goal. Ning Xia was looking at something else, a gadget that had caused her a lot of trouble.
She looked down at the zombies carrying bamboo baskets and hurriedly avoiding the flames. The light in her eyes was floating, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Just let her see these things...what are they?
...what they really are.
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There was chaos in the main city.
Many zombies have blank faces. First there was confusion, then doubt, and finally calmness.
Are you kidding? Have you lived for too long and started hallucinating?
How could something happen in the main city?
They've lived too long. The long time has worn away their emotions and some remaining brilliance of humanity. By the time they reacted, the fire and heat in their hearts had completely disappeared.
The city was built. But for them, there is no difference. They live at the same pace as before, lifeless and hopeless.
As the "companions" around me changed, everything became even more boring. It can even be said to be worse, after all, most of the companions used to be able to run, walk, laugh and make trouble. Now...it's like a dead city.
Their life is all about mining, mining, mining.
They have lost hope for a long time. Let them think about when it started, no, maybe it was lost from the moment they died.
Maybe this is the real hell and they came here after death. Are you just talking about the life they should live now...?
When they heard that there was chaos in the main city, their first reaction was not to believe it. How can it be? There are very few sane zombies in the upper echelons of the city, and most of them are low-level zombies responsible for heavy work such as mining.
They know very well what those guys are like. Isn't it a joke to say that they will cause trouble? How could a zombie like that possibly riot?
If so, why? This question arises in the minds of many zombies.
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