"Ah......h

I turned around, Zixuan didn't stand firmly, the whole person was spun a few times by the rope, and suddenly slid down the cliff. I hurriedly ran over, and in mid-air, Zixuan pulled the rope in her hand with one hand, and didn't forget to say to me: "Xiaoman, hurry down." ”

I turned around again, Wangcai was almost bitten by the living dead, it was still struggling desperately, I anxiously threw out the butterfly flying knife, the flying knife in the air along an arc fast, the knife was about to touch the living dead, they all quickly withdrew their hands, Wangcai fell in mid-air, fell vertically with his back to the ground, and when it landed, it had already turned over and stood.

"Well done." I beckoned Wangcai to come to me quickly, fortunately, I usually have exercise, so I have such a good skill, it seems that the little brother did not train it in vain.

"Wangcai, jump!" I pointed to the cliff and told it to jump, but it wasn't happy to jump. Because I'm still here.

I called it several times, but it was indifferent, but it was more fierce to the living dead who had been approaching step by step, its variety, its combat effectiveness is indeed not to be underestimated, but if you really start with these living dead, in the end it will definitely outweigh the losses, after all, those living dead have no feelings, no pain nerves, and the living dead are a pair of skins and puppets.

The scene of Heibei's tragic death is still fresh in my memory.

I tied the other rope left by Zixuan around my waist, wrapped the rope around with my right hand, supported my trembling feet, closed my eyes, and jumped off the cliff. "Wangcai?" When I opened my eyes, I found that Wangcai was still entangled with the living dead. A heart is also tugged.

I hung myself in the air with a rope and wrapped the rope around my feet. "Wangcai?" I felt inexplicably empty in my heart, and I was scared. My parents who have lost their wealth, and I lost Heibei some time ago, I don't want to lose, I don't feel like I'm in love.

I couldn't free my right hand, and my whole body was suspended in mid-air, almost hanging upside down. Wangcai was choked by the neck by a living dead, and there was a hind leg who was about to grab Wangcai. "Wangcai?" Tears blurred my vision all at once.

The butterfly knife removed the hand that was holding Wangcai. Just unload it along the arm, a little in front of the elbow.

Wangcai stood on the ground violently, and kept biting the calf of the living dead closest to it.

I held the revolver in my left hand. At the crowd of the living dead, there was a sudden burst.

"Come here!"

I put away my revolver, and the butterfly knife came back, and Wangcai threw himself into my arms at this time. Plus the weight of Wangcai. We sank all at once, the rope was broken, and only one main line remained. "Zixuan? Zixuan? Oh my god. ”

At this moment, I don't have time to care about Wangcai's injury. Its ears were scratched, and it felt like it was about to fall off, and it was distressing to look at it, and the wound was on Wangcai's body, but I felt my whole body tremble.

On such a cold day, if you fall into the water, will you have to do it?

"Zixuan?"

Falling off the cliff, the speed is fast. The cold wind was barely perceiving my ears, and my face suddenly stopped twenty centimeters above the water. I looked up, and Zixuan stood upside down in front of me. "Zixuan, why don't you want me when I call you?" When I said this, I felt almost out of breath, and my brain felt like a brain was congested. "Zixuan, why are you doing a handstand?"

"It's you who fell!"

"Hurry up and let go." Zi Xuan blocked my rope with her rope, and then when she pulled me to the shore, she patted my hand and told me to let go quickly, otherwise Wangcai would be strangled to death by me.

I rested my hands and feet on the ground for a long time, and sat on the ground with my butt on my shoulder.

I'm exhausted.

We are all tired and prostration, but fortunately Zixuan and Shepherd are fine, I sit on the ground, I can't care about whether the ground is dirty or not, I can sit and never stand, I can lie down and never sit.

"Wangcai, come here."

It came very obediently and lay down in front of me. Its ears were badly injured, and its feet were limping when it first came over. I only dared to stare at its ears, not touch it. It had licked all the wounds on the other wounds, except for the top of the head, ears, and back, which it couldn't touch.

I couldn't help but shiver when I saw these wounds.

After resting, it is safer to go home first. There is no master around, if you meet the living dead, you will definitely die.

After jumping off the cliff, we got to the shore and went ashore to find two rows of wooden houses.

Zixuan seemed to be quite familiar with this place, she led the way in front, saying that she had to pass through the row of wooden houses in front, and then pass through the second row of wooden houses, and then she could get out of here, which was the only way back to Biyun Villa.

After entering the wooden house, the door behind him closed automatically.

I didn't have time to keep up with Zixuan's pace, but I found her out of the front door, and I followed closely, didn't follow, called her, and she didn't come back to pay attention to me.

Fortunately, Wangcai and shepherd sheep are by my side, so I have a sense of security.

I pushed the door where Zixuan had just gone out, and found that it was a wall, how did she get out? I've carefully checked it back and forth, and it's indeed a wall, and I can't help but feel numb behind me.

Recalling the bits and pieces with Zixuan just now, it doesn't look like something unclean, and it's not a ghost, I'm a psychic, I can still see this clearly. There's nothing wrong with her being a wizard, and she doesn't have a wall-piercing technique.

The structure of the wooden house is mostly made of wood and yellow clay, and the wooden boards, windows, pillars, and beams of the roof are mostly made of wood.

I don't know why, I was suddenly able to lift the yellow clay, open a layer and find that there was another layer inside, and then another layer and another layer, just like a painting, the layer of yellow clay was like rice paper, and I opened several layers in a row, but I couldn't see the door.

If you stay in this hut, you will inevitably be afraid.

The road ahead, you can't get out, what about the road behind, the door that just came in? I stepped back in surprise, planning to go back, but I couldn't go, the door at the back had already been closed, there was no way to go in front, I called Zixuan and she couldn't hear it, this is a ghost hitting the wall?

I nervously tried to pour out the water from the kettle, but I dropped the whole bottle of water on the ground, and the water seeped in.

It's not a ghost hitting the wall, you can't retreat, you can't go back, and there's no way out to move forward, that's what is even more terrifying.

"Zixuan?" I had to pound the wall hard. "Zixuan? Can you hear me? (To be continued.) )