Kick-kick——
It was obviously the middle of the night, and it was obviously a dead pheasant.
But in front of the sleepy Nan Er, he was swaying just like when he was alive, running around in the side hall and crowing with his neck raised.
Nan Er's subconscious reaction was fear at first. After all, he was still a charlatan at heart, and he could not accept this sudden situation.
But after all, he has experienced a lot, and he is not as scared as when he saw a monster for the first time, or unable to move at all, or unable to do anything.
He quickly regained his composure.
In fact, there was nothing to be afraid of, but even the two pheasants with remaining bones could only crow non-stop, and there was no other threat at all.
"Go to hell!"
Nan Er didn't even reach for the knife stuck on the ground. Instead, he strode over and kicked the pheasant bones that were scurrying around, smashing them to pieces with a thud.
The broken chicken bones were scattered on the ground. Some could still struggle for a few times, while some were broken in half and stopped moving.
"Hmph! I thought it was some kind of monster."
It's just scary at first glance. Things he can deal with with just one kick may not even be considered the most basic monsters.
Another pheasant was also kicked to pieces by Nan Er in the same way.
"It's really interesting, Xia Zhichan, you said..."
Nan quickly picked up the strange pheasant carcass. He was quite cool at first, so he looked back while talking.
But he stopped before he finished speaking.
The place where Xia Zhichan should have been meditating was no longer there, and there was only one trace left to show that someone had sat here before.
"Fuck, where are the people?"
Nan Er looked around. All his luggage was still there, and the traces on the ground were new, but a living person had disappeared.
He already sensed something was wrong and quickly went to get his knife.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he heard a buzzing sound, and the long knife stuck diagonally on the ground flew back into his hand like a baby swallow returning to its nest.
"I almost forgot..."
Nan Er held the knife in one hand and walked quickly to the door of the side hall. Just as he was about to push the door open and go out, he put his left hand on the door frame and wanted to push the door, but stopped again.
Then I thought something was wrong.
Xia Zhichan couldn't be lost. He was probably out to slay demons again. Even if he went out to find him, he wouldn't be of much help and might even be a hindrance.
So the other party deliberately didn't call me when he went out.
Of course, this is an assumption. It is also possible that the grandson is just going out for a convenience and will be back soon.
"What are you afraid of? It's impossible for him to be eaten by a wolf."
Nan Er thought for a while and felt that it was better not to go out, so just as he was about to take back his left hand on the door, he saw a figure coming to the door through the unclear moonlight outside the house.
Bang——This is the sound of pushing the door open with a hand.
"Hey, let me joke with you too."
As he spoke, he deliberately lowered his body, hiding himself under the door, and then used his body as a rock to block the door. People outside could not push it open no matter what.
Bang bang bang.
The sound of pushing the door turned into the sound of banging on the door, and the force was very strong. The wooden door made a creaking sound every time it was hit, as if it was overwhelmed.
Nan Er put the knife aside, while he curled up and pressed hard against the door. No matter how hard he pushed the door, he could resist it.
He smiled happily. No matter how anxious the people outside the door were, he would not open the door and let the people outside keep worrying.
Bang bang bang bang!
The force became heavier and heavier, and even Nan Er, a martial arts practitioner, couldn't resist it. His body shook violently with every push of the door. Several times, the door was opened a crack, and he was knocked open again. Pushed back hard.
"Hahahahahaha..."
Nan Er was still laughing. He just felt the force of pushing the door behind him weaken. He felt that the person outside the door had given up or was tired and took a rest, so he quickly let out a mocking laugh:
"Isn't it going to work? You only have this little strength? I'm afraid you have kidney deficiency. I know a few old Chinese doctors who specialize in treating diseases like yours. I would like to take you to have a look in a few days..."
He wanted to taunt a few more words, but the door behind him was suddenly pushed open by a huge force. The force was so strong that the wooden boards on both doors were broken and dented with a click.
Then a foot stretched out from the gap in the door that was pushed open, and kicked Nan Er on the back of the half-crouched man, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
"Xia Zhichan, why did you hit the horse so hard! I almost stepped on the horse...fuck you!"
Nan Er staggered and almost lost his balance. If he fell and fell to the ground, he would be really embarrassed. It could be regarded as a black history for his life.
He stood up with a curse, then quickly turned around and pushed the door open to the person who walked in. The words almost blurted out of his mouth, but before he finished, he turned into a curse word expressing surprise.
The person who came in was not Xia Zhichan, or Nan Er didn't know whether to call the other person a human being.
The opponent was a skeleton in rags. It wasn't that he was as thin as a skeleton, but that he was just a white skeleton with no skin or flesh.
The bare skull head has a green will-o'-the-wisp dancing in the eye sockets. The green color makes people feel extremely scary when looking at it.
There were only a few jagged teeth left in the wide-open mouth, and each tooth looked crooked.
There was a clicking sound when the teeth collided, as if the skeleton was telling something, and he rushed towards Nan Er at the same time.
"Fuck you!"
Nan Er reacted to stress and punched the skull in the face, knocking out his few teeth, and then leaving a punch mark on the hard skull.
Following the lines of the fist marks, small cracks appeared on the skull's face, covering half of his face in just a few breaths.
The will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes dimmed a bit.
When Nan Er saw this, he was not polite to the skeleton who broke into the door. He punched the opponent's outstretched arm again, breaking the opponent's left arm into several pieces and falling to the ground with a clatter.
"Go to hell!"
As he spoke, he flew up and kicked directly on the spine of the skeleton's abdomen. With an extremely clear sound, the skeleton flew backwards and was broken into two pieces before it even hit the ground.
call……
Fortunately this is not a human being, otherwise the current appearance would be even worse than this skeleton. Nan Er has always remembered his master's teachings. When fighting with others in the arena, he would always use only 70% of his strength, leaving only 3% of his strength. But now when dealing with this kind of monster, there is no need to deliberately hold back.
"What's going on? It's chickens first, then humans. Do you know today is New Year's Eve? It's not July 15th. Why are they all running out..."
Before Nan Er could curse a few words, he looked out through the side hall door that was pushed open.
Then he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle and all the hairs on his body stand on end.
He just kicked out a skeleton, but now he could see that the entire temple courtyard was filled with all kinds of "people".
They must be people, just not dead people.
Some were neatly dressed and had lifelike faces, and they should have been buried not long ago; some were in ragged clothes, with their skin and flesh shriveled like dry tree bark, and their whole bodies looked like skin and bones; and some were simply like the ones Nan Er had just kicked out. Like a skeleton, there is nothing left except a white skeleton.
The only thing they have in common is a pair of green will-o'-the-wisp eyes.
Nan Er looked outside the door. Apart from the black corpses, there were only green eyes that lit up the night sky like small lamps.
When he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but feel horrified.
The corpses with different postures all stopped their original movements after the door of the side hall where Nan Er was located opened, and then looked straight over.
At least dozens of corpses exchanged wordless looks with Nan Er.
"Xia Zhichan!"
Nan Er could only angrily scold his friend for leaving him alone to face such a situation. Now when he recalled what the other party had said, "It's at night when you can help," he was so angry that his teeth started to itch.
"I ride on a horse..."
Before he could even curse out the curse words, he saw the corpses lining up towards him, each one holding out his hand, treating Nan Er as if he was seeing delicious food.
Several corpses close to Nan Er had already rushed towards him.
Bang!
Nan Er punched two of them, but more corpses came over, as unstoppable as the surging waves.
"I'm riding a horse...go to hell!"
He punched the corpses away, but before the two corpses had time to fly out, they were squeezed back by the group of corpses coming from behind.
As the saying goes, a good man cannot stand in large numbers.
No matter how powerful the heroes and knights in the arena are, they would not dare to confront the court. After all, Daqi's border troops are not vegetarians. No matter how powerful a knight you are, you can't defeat one against a hundred or one against a thousand. Facing the charge of thousands of cavalry, even the best knight in the world will be defeated.
Nan Er was only focused on dealing with the enemies in front of him. Without noticing, two corpses hugged his legs. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and broke their arms before kicking them out.
If this doesn't work, we need to find a way quickly.
Facing the surging group of corpses, he could only struggle and retreat, but the side hall was not big at all, and Nan Er noticed that even though many corpses had entered the side hall, there were still a steady stream of corpses outside the door. Flooded into the temple.
Many corpses were pushed down by the new corpses that came in from behind, and then were trampled to pieces, but the number of corpses still did not decrease.
It seems that I made a mistake in my judgment just now. There were only dozens of them visible at the door, which means there should be more in places where I can't see them. Now it seems that there are probably more than a hundred at least.
Nan Er found the right opportunity and knocked out from the window of the side hall.
Before he even landed, he saw the hungry eyes of the whole courtyard, those wolf-like eyes that made people shudder.
He reached out and made a move, and a long knife flew out from behind the door of the side hall.
Nanzhu held a long knife in his hand. When he landed on the ground, he spun rapidly like a top. The sharp knife light tore all the corpses around him into pieces.
"Xia Zhichan, I'll ride on my horse to greet your uncle!"
The long sword screamed, and the moonlight-like sword light flowed into a river in the courtyard.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the gate of the main hall of the temple. It was this voice that made Nan Er so angry:
"I don't have an uncle."
"I am your uncle when I step on the horse!"
