dusk.
Old house.
Walking corpse.
Li Changan chased after him without thinking.
Snapped!
That was when the rain boots stepped into the water in the house, and the water splashed with a crisp sound.
Immediately afterwards.
Snapped!
Snapped! !
Snapped! ! !
One more urgent sound.
Li Changan has swept in like a strong wind.
The walking corpse had just been kicked into the house by the Taoist priest, and now he stood up unsteadily.
He looked up suddenly.
The face looked like a face, which had been rubbed flat and then rounded.
The facial features are messy and the bones are misaligned.
Only a red phoenix eye in the center of the face can vaguely reveal Xiang Dai'an's past appearance.
Normally, the Taoist priest would have slashed him with his sword long ago.
However, the sword is not with him at this moment, and all he has is a pair of fists.
The Taoist priest has not learned any martial arts fighting, but he has the ruthless agility honed by life-and-death fighting, and the powerful force brought by a strong body.
No nonsense.
It was a punch in the face, like a hammer, hitting its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose flying in all directions.
Then she raised her hand to catch the sharp claws swept by the walking corpse, and twisted her hands hard, like twisting twists. The continuous "crack, scratch, scratch" sounds made her hand bones become soft and rotten.
Then, he moved to dodge the attack and kicked hard on the side of his leg.
"Click."
The leg joints suddenly folded into a terrifying angle.
So he suddenly lost support and fell to his knees in the water.
In just a short moment of meeting each other, the walking corpse had been beaten out of shape by Li Changan, but it was still staggering and still trying to get up and struggle.
Li Changan was not a soft-hearted person. He turned around, looked down from a high position, and punched it in the back of the heart!
puff!
Slight muffled sound.
The fist actually pierced through the chest, like breaking through a ball of waste.
But there was no joy on the Taoist priest's face.
Even a ball of rotten flesh should be wrapped with bones, let alone a walking corpse?
His intuition was wrong.
He had to pull out his arm immediately.
But at this moment, something seemed to grow in the chest of the zombie, tightly wrapping around its sleeves.
Instead of pulling out his hand, Li Changan took the walking corpse up from the ground and suddenly got close to him.
A strong musty smell mixed with a faint smell of corpse poured into his nose.
The Taoist priest Leng Buding almost lost his breath.
at the same time.
The zombie's other intact claw took the opportunity to bite it, and the Taoist priest had to raise his hand to hold it. The zombies were stronger than expected, and the two were in a stalemate for a while.
What's even more terrible is that the arm of the walking corpse that Li Changan destroyed was just like a dead snake hanging limply on the shoulder. At this moment, it suddenly came to life, suddenly raised its "snake head", and silently and quickly expanded its body. Wrap around the waist and abdomen of the Taoist priest.
then.
Give it a hard slap!
Caught off guard, Li Changan was squeezed and coughed up a mouthful of bitter water.
As soon as his hand was slightly loosened, the ghost claw took the opportunity to drill into his neck. Fortunately, the Taoist priest reacted quickly and grasped hard again. Otherwise, it would not be the raincoat on his body that would be scratched to pieces, but his own neck.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief.
"Click."
In the dim old house, a person and a corpse were standing at each other, and suddenly there was a grinding sound.
It was the sound of stiff bones turning.
The sound was so close.
Click!
Click!
Kaka!
Right in front of Li Changan's eyes, the zombie's rain-soaked head turned away from him little by little.
In the center of this face, there is still a dent made by the Taoist priest's fist. All the facial features are scattered, the mouth is crooked to the place where the ears belong, the corners of the mouth are torn, the gums are dislocated and exposed, and the teeth are crooked and embedded in it.
Such a weird face, perhaps just hearing the description makes people think it is funny.
But when it touches your face and bites your nose with its big mouth, it’s just creepy!
What Li Changan faced was not only the question of whether it was scary or not, but also the question of whether he should die.
The head of the walking corpse shook left and right, and suddenly it was thrown over. The "funny" corpse's mouth suddenly closed, and its teeth made a crunching sound.
But after a second or two.
It loosened its mouth in a daze, with a few drops of corpse water dripping from its mouth and a few strands of cloth scattered around.
Looking at its arms again, there was nothing except a raincoat.
It turned out to be a critical moment.
Li Changan tried his best to break free from the restraints.
Then the whole person shrank back.
The golden cicada sheds its shell.
He slipped out of his loose raincoat.
And now.
Wow!
His left foot stepped hard into the water, causing water to splash back.
Man has stepped on the ground with these feet.
Soar and spin.
The water-saturated fabric made a "pop" sound in the air.
The heel of the rain boots had already hit the walking corpse hard.
boom!
The zombies flew out again.
It rolled and plowed a path of cold water, and smashed into the dark depths of the corner. It smashed countless objects with "clang, dang, dang".
This time.
Li Changan was no longer in a hurry to pursue.
He raised his hand.
Observe carefully.
There was nothing unusual about the right arm that had penetrated the zombie's chest, but the only thing on the glove was that it was stained with some white filaments that looked like mycelium. They were standing upright, twisting and turning, and they didn't know it was caused by the wind. Yes, they are still living creatures.
Li Changan took off his gloves and threw them to the corner of the old house, where the zombies flew into the darkness.
Before it landed, suddenly, something vague jumped out of the darkness and grabbed it.
After a moment of silence.
Along with the ripples in the water beneath your feet, a chilling chewing sound spread.
immediately.
A silhouette that barely maintained a human shape slowly stood up in the darkness.
The movements and postures are very strange.
Like a puppet on strings.
What controls movement is not joints or muscles, but something else?
For example...mycelium?
Li Changan's face remained calm, but he secretly felt that something was in trouble.
What the hell is that thing on the other side? How to eliminate it?
While thinking.
A few beams of light shone into the old house, followed by the sound of messy footsteps and noise.
Li Changan glanced out of the corner of his eye.
It turned out that Professor Shao and the others finally thought of coming to help and were howling at the top of their lungs to encourage themselves.
However, as soon as he arrived at the door, several flashlights illuminated the terrifying appearance of the walking corpse. His courage suddenly gave out, his voice became hoarse, his face turned pale, and he lingered at the door, not daring to come in.
Li Changan didn't expect them at all, he just stared at the walking corpse without looking back.
"Give me a guy."
There were a few random responses from behind, and a bunch of things were thrown in randomly, including hammers, shovels, door sticks, poles, kitchen knives... and there was even a can of anti-wolf spray.
The Taoist priest's eyes moved slightly.
opposite.
The zombie immediately seized the opportunity.
Suddenly he waved his hand.
The arm suddenly expanded several meters, and five sharp claws, like steel hooks, swept forward.
The Taoist priest immediately dwarfed his body and swept the corpse's claws from above his head.
"careful!"
I don't know who screamed again, but without any reminder, the Taoist priest had already seen another corpse sneaking towards him from another direction.
The Taoist priest must be disemboweled when he is unprepared and his footing is not stable.
However.
Taoist Li is used to fighting, how could he be plotted by such a petty trick?
He simply gave up his center of gravity, fell over, and rolled into the water.
Not only did he avoid the "hidden arrow", but he also had a heavy kitchen knife in his hand.
He also pointed out the sword technique to draw across the edge of the blade.
A green light suddenly appeared in the darkness.
Immediately.
Without getting up, he bent down and quickly slipped into the space under the zombie's arms.
Suddenly, he saw the sharp blade reflecting on the water, dragging two hazy arcs of light in the dim room.
Electric light and flint.
Not even in the arms of a walking corpse.
It hurriedly retracted its arms to defend itself, but Li Changan was already dancing with his sword.
The first knife.
The green light was lifted up, and the zombie's left arm was broken at the shoulder level.
The second knife.
The Taoist priest leaned down again and dodged the retracted claws of the corpse. The blade of the blade rotated with his body, and the left leg of the walking corpse was severed at the knee.
The third knife.
He had already circled behind the zombie, stood up and slashed downwards, causing the zombie's right arm to fly out with its shoulder blade.
The fourth knife.
The slashing force continued, dragging the blade, and the zombie's right leg was completely broken off.
The last cut.
The Taoist priest had already returned to the walking corpse. It had no time to fall into the water, but when the green light swept away, an ugly head rose into the sky.
Li Changan picked up the raincoat next to him with his toes, raised his hand, took it, shook it open, and caught the zombie's head in the air, then rolled it up casually, collected all the scattered hands, feet and torso, and pressed it by his feet through the thick raincoat.
The dust has settled.
Only then did he exhale the turbid air in his chest.
"Slay the demon."
