The Gu poison attack on my body, the joints of my whole body were in severe pain, and I knew that the strange corpse was approaching, but I couldn't even use the strength to escape. I could only desperately drag and retreat as much as I wanted, and shrink my body as much as possible into the barren grass below the hillside.

The sound of the severed leg's corpse stomping on the ground was getting closer and closer, and in less than a moment, I heard the other party's single leg fall above our heads, and the moment I reached out to grab the bloody eyes, I heard a muffled snort from the mouth of the heart.

I quickly covered the other person's mouth with my hand and glared at him fiercely.

But at this time, I was also in a cold sweat because of the sharp pain in the joint of my left arm.

I watched as a wooden thorn like a pine needle pierced through my clothes and emerged from my arm. Round beads of blood flowed from the tips of the wooden thorns, and the sharp wooden thorns were also climbing.

The wooden thorn, which was only the thickness of a steel needle, seemed to be pulling at the nerves in my arm, and every time it came out, I felt a pain in my heart and lungs, and I couldn't think of anything in my head except the sharp pain.

Corpse God Gu?

I still remember the probe hand who was pierced by wooden thorns like a hedgehog, and he was hit by the Corpse God Gu before he died.

Hei Lao said, the Corpse God Gu is a Gu poison and a spell, if there is no secret spell of the Witch Gate, how could that wooden thorn grow out of thin air on my body?

I was almost fainting in pain, but the corpse of the broken leg jumped down the hillside step by step, holding the ground with one leg and pulling my body straight.

I didn't see my hands or feet move, but he turned slowly on the hillside, looking at me and Suixin with a grim face.

The moment I made eye contact with the other person, I knew that I could not run anymore - the wooden thorns that sprouted from my limbs were like four long nails, mercilessly nailing the joints of my limbs.

My legs had stiffened, and my arm holding the knife could not bend back, like a live fish nailed to a chopping board, just waiting for someone to come and take the knife.

When the corpse of the severed leg jumped down to me lightly, I turned my head and bit the wooden thorn on my shoulder, and pulled it back, pulling the wooden thorn out of my body.

I only felt like I had pulled my tendons out alive, and I almost felt like I was in pain. But in order to survive, I could only endure the severe pain and put my elbow to my mouth: "Bit, hurry!"

Without hesitation, I bit the tip of the wooden thorn, and I pulled my arm outward, pulling out the stinger of my elbow, and my hand also shook outward under the action of inertia, and black blood splattered from the wound all the way to the ground.

I don't even know how my unconscious palm pressed the hilt of the bloody eye, but I remember that I instinctively struck a knife out of my hand.

The three-foot-long bloody eyes swirled in my hand, turned into a knife wheel, and volleyed away more than a meter above the ground.

The knife I sent out in the last moment, obviously with the will to survive in death, the spirit of the person was all concentrated on the knife, and I usually deliberately made the knife. It may not be possible to reach the realm of using the divine sword in an instant. Stimulated by life and death, my potential made my sword bring lightning and thunder with a might, the blade pointed at, invincible.

My knife was also a gamble, I almost lost feeling in my arm before I made a move, and I completely relied on my remaining will to control the knife.

With one slash at it, we may still have a chance to live.

If we miss a move, we will have to sit back and wait.

I didn't even dare to look at the results.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that I heard the sound of a blade slicing through bones.

When I looked back, the bloody eyes that flew away had severed the corpse's leg, and blood hung on the tree trunk in the distance, and the legless corpse was still standing upright in the grass.

My knife was meant to cut off the corpse's head, but the blade was off track.

Worst!

As soon as two words came out of my head, I couldn't bear the sharp pain in my body anymore, and I passed out in front of my eyes.

I don't know how long it took for me to slowly regain consciousness, and before I could open my eyes, I heard a burst of suppressed sobs around me.

When I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a tearful heart, the other party was like a little girl who was thrown in the wolf's den, obviously scared and wanted to cry loudly, but I was afraid of waking up the evil wolf around me, so I could only suppress my fear and sob, maybe only this crying could make her relieve her fear a little.

Seeing me wake up, I was forced to cry and give me a look, and I turned my head to see the corpse with my legs broken.

The stiff-faced corpse stood motionless less than a foot from me with his hands on the ground, the black blood that flowed from his body had soaked the mud under me for several feet, and the black blood was still dripping from the corpse's severed leg with a fishy smell.

"What is there to cry about? Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, they have already been hit by Gu, what can I do if I have a few more hits?" I struggled to touch my left shoulder and gritted my teeth to pull out the wooden thorns, three wooden thorns left my body one after another, I was drenched in cold sweat in pain, but my arms and legs gradually regained consciousness, but the left leg was as if someone had cut off my body, and I didn't feel it at all.

I tried to move my left leg, but it didn't look like it was on me, and I didn't listen to it at all.

My brain suddenly "buzzed", and the whole person was stupid.

Wang Huan...... Wang Huan...... What's wrong with you?" casually shouted as if he noticed that something was wrong with me: "Wang Huan, are you talking?"

"My leg is useless!" I stood up with my hands on the ground, like the one-legged corpse, jumped to the edge of the tree step by step and struggled to pull out the bloody eyes, cut off the branches with two knives to make a simple cane, supported my stump leg and slowly moved back to her side, and reached out to pull out the wooden thorns on her body......

I screamed in pain, but I pulled out all the wooden thorns on her limbs with an expressionless face, and then said to the freeheart who was trembling all over her body in pain: "Let's go! ”

As I turned around, I suddenly shouted, "What about you?"

"I still have something to do!" I'm going to find Ye Xun. Ye Xun and Dou Donkey were brought into Xing'anling because of my plan, and I am not sure that he is safe and sound, so I will not turn a blind eye.

I had barely taken a few steps when I heard a rustling sound behind me, and when I turned back, I saw the legless corpse following me with its hands on the ground.

I instinctively raised my bloody eyes in my hand, thought about it, put down the long knife, let the corpse follow behind, and walked down the mountain step by step.

I didn't go far before I caught up from behind and grabbed my arm: "I'll help you!"

I looked at Shunxin inexplicably: "You're not afraid of death?"

Without saying a word, he helped me down the hill, and the corpse followed me every step of the way, and when I walked, he went forward, and when I stopped, he stayed near us.

I looked back at the dead body several times, and he was staring at me with empty eyes until I turned forward again.

Holding me casually, he became more and more calm: "Where do you want to go?"

"Go find the fox's nest!"

Foxes are extremely cunning, but they are not untraceable, and experienced hunters can easily find their nests, but whether they can keep them in their nests is another matter.

The white fox that was caught by the black old man has been trying to find a way to drag away Ye Xun's bloody eyes, indicating that it should not be too far away from his lair, and if he finds his lair, he may be able to find Ye Xun's traces.

When I used to be in Antique Street, there were people who were dumping fox skins, and I asked them how they could catch foxes.

After the man drank too much, he told me a bunch of things about going up the mountain to fight foxes, and I don't know if what he said is reliable or not, but now, I can only try my luck.

But the mountains are so big, I don't even have a dog with me, where can I go to find a fox?

I was desperately thinking about the fur dealer, when I told me how to go down the mountain to find the fox, but I felt that the arm under my arm suddenly tightened, and when I looked back, my five fingers had already grabbed into my flesh, and her fingers were holding my meridians?

I was holding a crutch in my left hand, and my right hand was holding a bloody eye, which was just clasping the meridians on my right arm, and half of my body was numb, and my right hand holding the knife gradually couldn't hold the handle of the knife.

"What do you want to do?" "What do you want to do?" As I spoke, I saw a pair of human hands stretched out from behind Suixin's back in the corner of my eye, the other party's arms bypassed Suixin's shoulders and tightened slightly on Suixin's neck, Suixin's face had been strangled a little blue, but even a word came out of his mouth, and he could only desperately roll his eyes to signal that there was someone behind him.

I rolled my gaze slightly, and I saw an empty eye attached to the back of his head—a corpse with a broken leg?

I had made eye contact with the corpse several times along the way, and there was nothing in his eyes except a pair of pupils that had been dilated countless times and had no lustre, but the empty death in his eyes was enough to make people's hearts beat and dare not look at him again.

The corpse with a broken leg followed us all the way, just to wait for the opportunity to attack us?

I flicked my arm, meaning to let go of my fingers so I could turn the blade.

The only thing that can deal with the corpse with the severed leg now is the bloody eye I hold in my right hand, as long as I let go of my arm, I can turn the blade in the shortest possible time, aim the tip of the knife behind me, and stick the knife between the two of us, and severely damage the corpse behind the heart.

But under my gesture several times in a row, not only did I not let go, but my five fingers tightened more and more, clasping on my meridians, and my palms holding the bloody eyes gradually lost their strength, and the handle of the bloody eyes began to slide slowly in my hands, and I hooked my fingers several times in a row, but I couldn't catch the bloody eyes.

After just a few seconds, my palm could no longer bear the weight of the bloody eyes, and the long knife fell to the ground with a "dang".