In the summer of July, the forests are lush and lush.

For the fifth time, I looked up in the direction where the black smoke was coming out, and it was the black essence cave that the dumb brother had burned down earlier. As long as I get there, I will be able to join Song Li and them.

When I first entered the woods, the wind blew the sand and I was blinded, so I stood and stretched out my hand to block the wind and sand for a while, and when I opened my eyes again, I found that the other three were gone.

With a little effort, I'll get them separated.

I sighed, lowered my hand, and walked forward with the dust whisk. Although there were trees all around, the midday sun hung in the sky and was so scorching that it seemed to move with me in opposition.

My body was sweating, a fire was reviving in my heart, I swallowed my saliva to touch the water on the side of my backpack, my wrist twisting was not smooth, and the mineral water bottle slipped from my hand and rolled on the ground.

I chased after it, the ground was a small downhill, and the bottle rolled faster and faster, and at last I almost ran over it, but fortunately I encountered a stone that blocked the speed of the bottle's rolling, and I quickly picked it up.

With a breath of air, I twisted the lid open to drink water, when I noticed a dark figure suddenly emerge from the bushes on the side, a rotting walking corpse, baring its teeth and claws and lunging towards me.

My eyes lifted, and I was about to shake off my dusty hand.

Bang, bang.

The walking corpse was hit in the back by something like a bullet and fell on its back with a pop.

A round thing gurgled at my feet, and I looked down and raised an eyebrow. This white clove thing is garlic?

Someone actually used garlic as a weapon, or a whole garlic ......

The sound of the footsteps of the people coming with the swishing leaves didn't sound sneaky, and I looked up and saw the unsung hero who killed the walking corpse with garlic.

Tall, shoulder-length hair tied up, slender eyes, not as good as Song Li and Bai Ming'an, there is an artist's casual and free atmosphere in temperament.

He was dressed loosely, and what was more eye-catching than his clothes was the sack he was carrying, the bottom of which was somewhat torn and a little bit of garlic was exposed.

When a stranger meets him, his first words are, "You're not a zombie, are you?" ”

And my first sentence was, "Where the hell did you get all that garlic?" ”

They were stunned for a moment, and then they answered together again.

I said, "No, my name is Ning Huan, and I am a soul destroyer who inherited the Daomen, which is commonly known as the ghost collector." ”

"Passing by and seeing a truck selling vegetables parked there, there was no one in the car, and I picked up a sack," he said. I heard that zombies are most afraid of garlic. ”

Me: "......" was stolen.

I was a little wary in my heart, this is not a deep mountain and wild forest, but it is also a remote area, and it is somewhat strange that an ordinary person is not a soul destroyer.

He was also looking at me on the other side, his slender eyes swept over me calmly, his long hair hung down on the back of his head, and his whole person looked a little noble.

Mingzhu's half-brother Ye Minglang is also full of nobility, but it is a sense of excellence cultivated since childhood, and this person is more of a sense of sacredness.

Yes, the divine nobility makes people unconsciously surrender to him.

"You called—" As soon as my question came out, the walking corpse on the ground squirmed a few times, and suddenly swelled several times in our eyes, and suddenly stood up and lunged towards me.

I was taken aback, and said that it was too late, and the peachwood sword was projected out, and with a bang, the head of the sword firmly stabbed the corpse's forehead, and it was surprising that it did not fall, and still stretched out its five-fingered clawed arms continued to invade.

Bang, bang, pong.

After several sounds, the walking corpse was beaten to the point that its head was crooked, and finally the man behind him took all his attention.

The man narrowed his eyes, raised the garlic in his hand, and looked at it defiantly: "Come on." ”

The walking corpse opened its mouth and uttered muffled syllables, its limbs stiff but swiftly rushing through.

The man didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't dodge or continue to attack with garlic, and I watched the walking corpse get closer and closer, and my heart hung up inexplicably.

"Idiot, get out of the way!" I couldn't help but roar.

The sound was too loud, and the walking corpse, which was easily affected by the noise, turned its head slightly in the process of rushing, and at this moment the man grabbed the sack on his shoulder, twisted the mouth of the bag vigorously, and then swirled and smashed it against its head.

Knock, bang, bang, bang.

The walking corpse was knocked to the ground, rolled down the slope a few times and quickly hit the rocks, I took the opportunity to ignite the rune paper and fly out, the walking corpse was surrounded by yellow flames and quickly burned.

With a bang, there was an explosion in the flames, and the rotting flesh became charred lumps that were then shattered in the explosion and fell to the ground.

The green meadows were scattered with black powder.

The peachwood sword flew out with a spiritual consciousness before it exploded and landed on the ground to the side. I went over to pick it up and watched as the powder was absorbed into the soil, and the already tender grass instantly became greener.

I couldn't help frowning as I looked at it, is it the nourishment of the walking corpse?

It stands to reason that the walking ghouls have such a heavy aura, even if they don't damage the soil and surface plants after being blown up, they won't be abnormal enough to be used as fertilizer.

I always feel weird.

"Looks like there's something better to use than garlic."

I turned around and saw the garlic man standing behind me, his slender eyes staring into my pocket, and some of the emergency talisman paper he had just taken was still exposed.

He pointed to my pocket and said, "Can you give me some?" ”

I raised an eyebrow, not knowing what he meant.

He took out a piece of garlic from his loose trouser pocket and handed it to me: "We won't take you for nothing, we'll barter." ”

Me: "......"

He touched it from the same pocket again and found two garlics: "I only have so much, there shouldn't be garlic anywhere near here, believe me, you won't suffer a loss by trading with me." ”

Me: "......"

I glanced at him, got up from the ground and said, "Isn't there a truck selling vegetables?" "He can steal a sack from a truckload, so I can just go and get it if I need to.

Unexpectedly, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and a triumphant smile appeared in his eyes: "Oh that, the car kept leaking oil when I picked up the garlic, and then it exploded and burned." ”

Me: "......" Why didn't you say this kind of thing earlier, your tone just now obviously didn't mean that. Yas.

The man shrugged his shoulders regretfully, but his expression was as relaxed and indifferent as a crane: "It's a pity, otherwise I can hold two sacks." ”

I was speechless.

It is better to have less contact with this kind of man of unknown origin, so I wisely walked past him and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I still have to leave beforehand." ”

The man's slightly surprised voice sounded behind him: "Hey, you actually rejected me?" ”

I turned my head to look at him, but I didn't speak, but my expression was very clear - what kind of green onion are you, it's strange to refuse you?

The man raised his hand, and the loose sleeves slid all the way down to his shoulders, revealing a little red tattoo near his back, which I could make out in the light of a split second.

The tattoo was clearly a fiery red fox. (To be continued.) )