Chapter Ninety-Two: Stinging

The night was as dark as a curtain, the wind was blowing, surprise and fear were intertwined, and everyone kept secretly crying bitterly in their hearts, at this moment they were extremely happy, in this group of gray-headed and reckless men, the white-clothed young man and the stunning beauty on the carriage were like two bright pearls placed on the black curtain, highlighting that even zombies could not ignore it.

The bearded eyes looked at the tall body two steps away from him in front of him in horror, the sweat on his forehead poured down like a waterfall, the cold of the black brocade cloth that could not see the color made him feel like an ice cave, the deep cold made him shiver, he extremely suppressed his breathing, and the hand behind his back kept changing gestures silently.

Everyone seemed to have been immobilized, and although they caught a glimpse of the leader's order, they still did not dare to act rashly, so they could only hold their breath, staring at the tall figure that had attracted all their attention, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Just when everyone's tense heartstrings were almost broken, he suddenly stretched out his cold and shining claws, and pounced on Ruan Jin'an's arm like a hungry wolf predator.

Chu Yun'er quickly popped out a finger in his right hand, and a piece of red light shot out, but unfortunately it didn't hit his eyebrows, but grazed the top of his hair, and the top of his unkempt hair was scorched out of a gap, and a trace of green smoke slowly rose, and a faint smell of burnt paste was added to the foul-smelling air.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was sluggish, Chu Yun'er grabbed Ruan Jin'an's shoulders and quickly turned around, jumped out of the carriage, Qidong followed, and at the same time, there was also the group of bandits who wanted to rob Chu Yun'er, just one breath, they disappeared into the vast night, as if they had never appeared.

There were two unburned torches left on the ground, the faint light of the fire was torn by the wind and swayed from side to side, everyone left suddenly, there was a little less breath of living people, and the air was even more cold and abnormal, Chu Yun'er took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down again, this was just a blood-sucking corpse, she was sure enough to subdue him.

Although she comforted herself repeatedly, there was still a lot of cold sweat in her palms, it must be the first time to confront zombies alone, and she also wanted to escape, but she had an unknown relationship with zombies, and she knew that the ability to move corpses was not inferior to martial arts masters who could walk and fly, not to mention Ruan Jin'an, who didn't know kung fu.

Qidong beside him was sweating profusely, with a frightened face, although the hand holding the horsewhip was already trembling uncontrollably, he still mustered up the courage to protect the injured Ruan Jinan side by side with her, although he didn't turn his head to look at Ruan Jinan behind him, listening to his messy breath, he could also feel that he must be very frightened and panicked at this time, thinking of this, Chu Yun'er felt very guilty, if she hadn't insisted on coming out to find the second master, Ruan Jinan would not have been injured, let alone encounter bloodthirsty blood-sucking zombies, and the three of them would face annihilation.

Ruan Jin'an, who was protected by Chu Yun'er and Qidong, was indeed very panicked, his lips were as pale as paper after losing too much blood, and the intact palm tightly grabbed the injured arm, and the blood kept mixing out, at this time he couldn't wait to dig out the injured flesh, the moment he was attacked by the zombie, he clearly felt a trace of abnormal stinging, but he was not sure if the wound was really scratched by the zombie's claws, if the stinging was not his delusion, then he would fall into the land of no disaster, He was very annoyed why he hadn't learned a little kung fu, and he wouldn't be so wolf today, so he asked Yun'er and a woman to protect him