In the darkness of the night, an ornate carriage rampages through the hordes of zombies, mercilessly crushing anyone who dares to stand in its way. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, this did not stop the dead from longing for the three lives on the carriage...

Although there was a dark shadow around the perimeter of the carriage, and most of the zombies who dared to approach the carriage were constantly reduced to stumps, there were still a large number of dead people who rushed forward and rushed towards the carriage with a staggering but not slow pace...

And the few zombies who successfully jumped into the speeding carriage after crossing the Black Shadow Defense Line will also have an extra hole in their heads after a crisp explosion, and then fall to the ground fiercely, becoming a stepping stone for their kind.

"It's not okay to go on like this... There are so many of these things! After another eruption, slashing out several blades and slashing all the zombies around the carriage into several pieces, the rapidly swept black shadow also jumped onto the carriage again, and stayed beside the dead-faced young man with an expressionless face holding the reins.

The girl named Ink Kite is looking very ugly at the moment... In the process of 'cleaning up' those zombies of unknown origin, she has probably measured the combat power of these 'dead', and relative to herself, they... Very weak.

Weak enough to be able to defeat even an ordinary adult male human with a not-so-good weapon in his hand, but...

It is this very 'weak' enemy that has caused himself to have two emotions of 'fear' and 'despair' at this moment.

The reason for these two emotions was not because of their sheer numbers, but because she thought of some kind of terrifying existence... She had heard of similar enemies before.

In the far east, there is a special group of 'cultivators'.

They call themselves 'corpse chasers'.

Unlike other cultivators who 'ascend to immortality' through 'cultivation' and eventually attain 'immortality' or even 'eternal life', the 'corpse chaser' does not seek to prolong their own life, but ...'death'.

They spend their days chasing death and being in the company of corpses... And manipulate them.

Some extremists in this extremely special kind of cultivators will even turn themselves into 'corpses', using this extremely alternative way to achieve the state of 'immortality' that all cultivators dream of.

Of course, most corpse chasers don't do that... Legend has it that the first corpse chaser in this world developed the so-called 'art of controlling corpses', just to study 'death', and finally... Manipulate 'death' to reach the end of the path, which is the realm of 'eternal life'.

Whether or not the power has achieved its purpose is unknown, but one thing is certain... The 'Technique of Controlling the Corpse' he developed does have the power to control death to a certain extent, and even to change and reverse death... That is, to bring back to this world those who have slept peacefully.

However, the 'resurrection' brought about by this 'reversal' is incomplete... Even if its soul re-enters the decaying body, the demise of 'life' is already doomed, and even if the remnant body can still move, it is only a walking corpse.

Most of the corpse chasers often live in seclusion in some isolated wilderness and remote places, quietly cultivating their own way of death... Ordinary monks do not welcome them, nor do they exterminate them.

But there is a kind of 'corpse chaser' that is an exception... They are considered to be mortal enemies of all living beings in the Eastern Realm, and if discovered, they will be hunted down by the forces of the entire Eastern Realm, even the corpse chasers themselves.

It's the kind of... In order to cultivate his own 'Dao', he is a 'corpse chaser' who takes the initiative to bring death to other living beings.

Wherever they go, they are often devastated, and everything is turned into corpses... It's like this town.

"This is not the work of the corpse chaser, so you don't have to be afraid, little kite," the dead-faced boy who was concentrating on holding the reins in his hand and driving the carriage to constantly run over the zombies in front of him seemed to feel the fear in the girl's heart, and said a faint word of comfort.

"I've seen a real 'corpse chaser', and these 'things' here are too fragile compared to the terrifying zombies they control, which can almost be called immortal."

"It's not so much that these things are zombies, but rather that they're ordinary humans with the appearance of 'corpses.'"

At the same time, inside the carriage carriage.

“… Is this the only way to say so-called 'zombies'? After smashing the wagon off the wagon with the butt of his rifle once again and easily smashing a zombie that had just jumped over the carriage window and tried to climb in, the blonde fish-eyed boy looked a little disappointed.

After the initial 'panic' and 'excitement', he calmed down and found that these zombies, which were constantly attacking them as if they had rabies, were not as dangerous as they imagined.

If you really want to describe it... The madmen in the mental hospital are much more dangerous than these 'zombies'.

At the very least, you can't judge the behavior of a psychopath, but the behavior patterns of these 'zombies' are certain... If it's dangerous, it's just a little stronger than ordinary people... However, its speed is far less than that of ordinary people.

"Don't take it lightly, for the rest of your life," Mo Lan, who had mastered the use of firearms and seemed to be a little obsessed with the feeling of headshots, immediately said solemnly to the young man who seemed to be a little relaxed: "Although these 'zombies' we are facing now don't seem to be very powerful... But since there are 'things' here that can make even a grandmaster-level martial artist like Fu Bo feel very troublesome, who can guarantee that there will not be some 'special individuals' that look similar to ordinary 'zombies' on the outside, but are actually very powerful? ”

“… I always feel that your words have set up some dangerous flag..."After the young man continued to kick away a zombie that had finally climbed up to the window very easily, he spit out a groan with his empty eyes: "Anyway, the difference in the strength of the 'zombies' here is a little too big... If the previous ones are really comparable to the existence of fierce abilities, then the group of scum we are facing now can basically be easily as long as a strong ability person who is good at group attacks... Damn?! ”

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a violent shock... At the same time, the speed of the carriage slowed down rapidly, and finally stopped completely in place.

At the moment, outside the carriage... Facing the huge 'zombie' that suddenly came out of the ground, the dead-faced boy's emotions also fluctuated... He could feel the sense of danger emanating from the giant zombies that looked like they were countless times more domineering than the 'very fragile' ordinary zombies he had said before.

Although this sense of danger was much worse than the sense of danger emanating from the few pieces of flesh and blood that had been led away by Faber before, but... Compared to a grandmaster-level martial artist like Fu Bo, he, an acquired martial artist, is also much weaker.

"Whew... What a nuisance—" He took a deep breath of the rancid air, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

"I just thought I would be able to break through easily, but as a result, an enemy of this magnitude appeared... So, please go ahead and clean up the dregs around you, little kite. ”

“… Be careful, Owl. ”

"Don't worry, don't forget—" smiled for the first time on the dead-faced boy's face... It was a smile full of confidence and pride.

At the same time, he slowly walked towards the giant zombie that was already rushing in the direction of the carriage, and pulled out the two silver-gray short swords that were tied to his waist.

"I'm the 'strongest martial artist' in the 'acquired' rank..."