The salty smell exploded on the tip of his tongue, and Ji Siming spit out the blood in his mouth without thinking about it, and the color of the blood mixed with saliva faded a lot, and it fell on the ground, leaving only a dark mark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Haha, Siming, you're the first to taste the blood of this corpse, how about it? Tastes good, right?! ”

Ji Xingyan, who used the sickle as a stick, kept pushing the approaching corpse away, and when he saw Ji Siming retching on the side, he couldn't help laughing.

No one has tasted the taste of the blood of the corpse, they can only see that the color of the blood is much darker than that of normal people, and now that Ji Siming is the first person, Ji Xingyan naturally has to ridicule him.

Constantly wiping his tongue with his sleeve, Ji Siming only felt extremely disgusting, and when he heard Ji Xingyan laugh at himself, he glared at him regardless of his seniority, and continued to rush forward to slash the corpse.

The corpse frenzy in Zhuoshan City has passed, I don't know where these corpses in front of me came from, after taking pleasure from Ji Siming, the villagers no longer dare to slack off, and the weapons in their hands have never stopped.

'Poof'

The pitch-black dart penetrated the corpse's heart again, and the man in black, looking at the more and more corpses in front of him, couldn't help frowning.

"Siming, I really can't leave this time."

The scythe swung at the waist of the corpse, and the waist of the boy in gray cloth linen was easily cut off, as if he knew pain, and a sharp roar resounded throughout the sky.

Hundreds of corpses, a Ji Zhi is far from where to fill their stomachs, like a bottomless pit, as long as they smell the breath of a living person, they desperately go towards that smell.

The pitch-black nails grazed his hair, and Ji Siming could dodge the white hand with blue and black, and the iron pickaxe in his hand stabbed into the corpse's heart.

With a fierce face, Ji Siming started faster and faster, and told the villagers who followed him to worry about their hearts.

Ji Zhiyuan also died like this just now, if Ji Siming is allowed to go in again, they will really die here.

"Siming, Mo ......"

With one hand on Ji Siming's shoulder, the corpse standing in front of Ji Siming was pushed away by the sickle again, and Ji Xingyan was about to tell Ji Siming to retreat, when he saw Ji Siming slowly turn his head.

The action was not as natural as that of ordinary people, as if it was a puppet controlled by a line, and it still made a clicking sound on Ji Siming, who turned his head, and his entire neck seemed to be broken.

finally waited for Ji Siming to turn his head, and as soon as Ji Xingyan wanted to pull Ji Siming away, he felt that Ji Siming's wrist seemed to be gradually getting colder.

Lowering his head, the corners of Ji Xingyan's mouth were a little stiff, outlining a smile that was even uglier than crying, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Siming, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Siming didn't know what was wrong with him, he only felt that the senses of his whole body were numb, and even the voice of Ji Xingyan asking himself was gradually moving away, looking down at his hands, the nails were abnormal black and purple, and the flesh on the back of his hands and palms began to shrink, through Ji Xingyan's pupils, he could see that he was opening his mouth wide, and the saliva was dripping down, so he was not disgusting.

And those miserable eyes, as pale as the face, this look, like ......

The same as the corpse that slashed and slashed himself......

"Ho-"

wanted to scream, but found that he couldn't speak, Ji Siming looked at Ji Xingyan with a shocked face, broke free of the palm holding him, and stepped back vigorously.

"Siming ......"

Looking at Ji Siming, who was retreating towards the group of corpses step by step, Ji Xingyan exhaled lightly, wanting to pull him back, but saw the corpses in front of him approaching again.

First Ji Zhiyuan, then Ji Siming, the villagers who only knew that the fleeing villagers all the way never knew that the corpse dragon had such great power, from cramping and peeling the skin, drinking blood and eating meat, and then to just a few drops of blood to make Ji Siming become a corpse, the villagers panicked for a while, and there was no way to start, constantly waving the weapons in their hands, killing red eyes, just seeking not to die.

The man in black, who had been standing in the corner, looked at the villagers who had gone mad on the side, and his feet never left the same place.

The darts shot out in a straight line, and even though the corpses in front of him had piled up as high as a hill, the corpses that had not yet fallen still poured in like a mountain of water, trampling on the bodies of their companions and staggering to the man's side.

"It's over!"

Staring at the last dart in his hand, the man tilted his head with a tense face and muttered, frowning to see that he seemed to be hesitating.

The corpse dragon kept falling in front of it, its big mouth stained with scarlet blood and a little bit of red flesh kept opening and closing, and the black-purple gums were bitten and rattled, constantly destroying the willpower of Ji Jingyu and Ji Xingyan, who were the only survivors.

His physical strength had already been exhausted, and Ji Jingyu couldn't wait to throw away the iron pickaxe in his hand, turn around and run directly, but after hearing Ji Qiuyang's whimper, he gave up this idea again.

Ji Qiuyang, who was still crying on the small dirt slope, wanted to wipe the tears on his cheeks with his sleeve, but found that he couldn't wipe them clean.

"Brother Fish, hiccup, Little, Brother Fish, wake up-"

Shaking Jiang Yu's body, Ji Qiuyang sat on the dirt slope, trying to wake up Jiang Yu, but after a long time, Jiang Yu didn't show any signs of waking up, so he could only lie on Jiang Yu's body, sobbing.

Suddenly, Ji Qiuyang raised his head, touched Jiang Yu's body randomly, and finally laughed when he touched a cold thing on Jiang Yu's wrist.

Opened the sleeve of the ginger fish, and saw that the bow and crossbow were really put on the wrist by the ginger fish, and immediately took the bow and crossbow off.

Learn to pull the string apart from the ginger fish, and then take out a sleeve arrow from the purse on the ginger fish's waist, and just about to put the sleeve arrow on, I felt a tingling pain in my fingertips.

"Shhhh

With Ji Qiuyang's inhalation, he saw a drop of bright red blood dripping on the dead grass on the breakthrough, "Bang-"

Obviously, there was no sound, but the corpses that were entangled with Ji Jingyu suddenly stopped moving, and time seemed to freeze, but between breaths, all the corpses became furious, and they were about to rush to the small dirt slope.

"Thorn-"

The sound of the clothes being torn was particularly abrupt in the group of corpses, Ji Qiuyang's whole body trembled, he didn't dare to look at the ground, and after tearing out the strip of cloth from the corner of his clothes, he hurriedly wrapped it around the fingertips that were punctured, but because he was too afraid, this disobedient strip of cloth couldn't be tied up.

"Ho... Ho... Whew..."

The chaotic roar was in his ears, Ji Qiuyang forgot to continue to bandage his wounds, and he forgot to run away with the ginger fish, he just sat on the dirt slope in a daze, feeling the saliva of the corpse dripping on his forehead.

"Sikong—"

The sudden riot of corpses made the man take a look at the darts that had been covered in heat, and he made up his mind to cut his fingers with the darts, put his fingers close to his eyebrows, and then shouted loudly, and the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly became silent.

"Roar—"

Different from the roar of the corpse, the earth-shattering roar made Ji Jingyu and the others close their ears one after another, and then saw that the originally groggy sky suddenly burst into a white light, and Ji Jingyu and the others who were stabbing did not dare to open their eyes.