Four

Zombie Tyrant Valley

After sucking the three vultures, the zombie stood up, changed to an open place, and lay on the cliff wall again, and then remained motionless again.

Unfortunately, no vulture dared to approach him anymore, but although he did not move, his body had undergone significant changes.

The wound on his neck had grown tightly, and his whole body, all the exposed places, had faintly grown a layer of green hair.

For three days, the zombie had been lying still, but unfortunately, there was still not a single vulture approaching, and after three days, he had turned into a humanoid piece of green moss.

When he opened his eyes, he seemed to notice the difference in his body, so he reached out and patted his body, but he didn't slap it off, so he reached out again to pinch the green hair on his body, but unfortunately, his slender and pointed fingernails made his fingers not come together.

He put the tip of one finger in the palm of his other hand, and broke it vigorously, I don't know if he didn't break it, or if he felt the pain, he quickly let go, and then took it to his eyes and looked at it squarely, and put it down again.

Looking at the empty sky, the zombie stood up as soon as it straightened up, and then walked forward like an ordinary person.

At this time, looking at this zombie again, except for the green hair on his body, his movements are no different from ordinary people.

The zombie looked left and right, then walked into the low woods.

After he walked into the woods, he did not keep walking aimlessly, but kept observing the treetops that were closer to him, and finally. He stopped.

Follow his gaze, from the gap in the treetops. A corpse of an unknown animal can be seen, and a "quack" sound can be heard from above. It can be judged that there must be several or more vultures pecking at the carcass.

The zombie gently walked under the animal carcass, flexibly climbed onto the branches, and then looked fixedly at the vultures pecking at the corpses. One hand grabbed the leg of a vulture.

"Giggles!" The zombie made a sound in its throat, grabbed a vulture in its hand, and fell to the ground from the tree with a "click".

As if he didn't know the pain at all, he saw that the vulture in his hand was still struggling hard, and screamed miserably, and his throat "gurgled" twice, and then, as if someone was dragging him from behind, he stood up straight all of a sudden.

"Ahh He screamed. Two fangs stretched out and stabbed the vulture's neck fiercely.

Throwing the two shriveled vultures on the ground, the zombie looked over again, and there were no more vultures pecking there. Only a few vultures hovered high in the sky.

After waiting for a while, the zombie turned around and walked away, alas. I haven't found a suitable target again.

This method, after using it several times. It is no longer spiritual. The zombies, who had no choice, began to look for small animals on the ground again.

Not to mention. The snakes and rats on the ground were really eaten a lot by him, and there were some very small things, and he didn't bother to suck blood, so he just threw them into his mouth and swallowed them.

As a result, within a few days, the entire valley was basically lifeless. This also leaves the zombie with nothing to eat.

Looking at the vultures hovering in the middle of the valley, this zombie can only be in a hurry. Finally, he saw a low-flying vulture, and he tried to slam his foot hard, and his body flew up at once.

He flew very high, but unfortunately, the vulture had already flown away from the direction he was flying, and he "banged" and landed heavily on the ground.

Although he was not afraid of pain, he felt very disappointed, so he screamed violently at the vultures in the sky.

This long howl made the vultures hovering above the valley tremble suddenly, and some of the vultures fell downward, but before they landed, they laboriously spread their wings and flew away.

But, after all, this is the nest of those vultures, they were born and raised here, they have their food here every day, and they have nowhere to go.

Therefore, those vultures hovered high in the air every day, and when a corpse fell, there were vultures looking at the zombie, and there were vultures pecking at it, and when the zombies were approaching, there was a long roar, and all the vultures quickly flew away.

The zombie felt strange a few times when he saw that the vultures had flown away before he could get close, and finally, he found the vulture that was supervising him.

The angry zombie, when he grabbed the closest distance to himself in the vulture, let out a long howl at the vulture, and then his body flew up at once, and reached out to grab the vulture.

This time, he caught the vulture in one fell swoop. But the zombie that grabbed the vulture did not immediately suck its blood, but took it in his hand and looked at it.

He was surprised that when his body was flying, the vulture did not fly forward like the vultures he had not caught before, but fell all at once, and by the time he caught it, it was already dead.

As if he didn't see anything, the zombie looked left and right, and then put the vulture under his mouth.

There was another vulture guarding him, and he jumped up again, but unfortunately he still did not catch it.

As if thinking about something, the zombie spun its head around, then looked thoughtfully at the sky, and the uncaught vulture hovered over his head again, only farther away.

"Huh-", this time, the zombie saw another opportunity, screamed and pounced on the vulture, sure enough, the vulture was easily caught in his hand, and the vulture also died.

The zombie looked at the vulture strangely for a while before it came to its mouth again.

Another vulture flew over and looked at the zombie, the distance was even farther away, but the valley was filled with a layer of clouds, no matter how far it was, it couldn't be far there, after all, it had to be within one's own sight.

This time, the zombie stood there directly, did not move, looked up at it, and when the vulture flapped its wings and fixed itself to look at itself, the zombie screamed at it.

"Plop la-la", the vultures flapped their wings, and then fell to the ground with a "snap".

The zombie walked over slowly, reached out and picked up the vulture, and took it to his eyes to see that the vulture was indeed dead.

"Giggles!" The zombie made another sound in its throat, then took the vulture and looked at the sky.

When he called at the vulture again, the zombie took a closer look, and he saw that when he screamed, a slender black gas erupted from his mouth, and then he inhaled, and the black gas came in from his nose again.

The zombie nodded as if satisfied, then took the falling vulture and bit it down.

Seeing that there was no longer a vulture to supervise him, the zombie spun around on its own.

Every day, as soon as it gets dark, he also finds a place to rest, and as soon as the morning dawns, he begins to hunt the vultures that supervise him, or that he occasionally encounters.

In this way, it didn't take long for the "quack" of vultures to be heard in the valley.

Today, this zombie didn't find anything to eat, so it had to be blindly wandering around at night.

Suddenly, he saw a faint light, and he walked towards it.

The faint light, as if frightened of him, saw him coming, and began to float forward. Curious, the zombie followed closely.

Finally, he grabbed the glimmer of light, then raised his palm and put the light in front of him.

As soon as his hand opened, the glimmer of light seemed to be alive, and suddenly it drifted out again. So, he flipped his hand and grabbed it at the light again.

Unfortunately, this glimmer of light floated too fast and he didn't catch it. At this time, the zombie suddenly thought of his more powerful black gas, so he let out a light "snort", and then, he saw that the light became dim as if it was entangled by something, and it was fixed there.

The zombie inhaled sharply, and at the same time reached out to grab the light in the black gas, but unfortunately, he reached out too slowly, and when he grabbed it, the light had already entered his nostrils with the black gas.

After the zombie sucked the light into his nostrils, his body shook violently, and then, I saw that he was fascinated by his eyes, as if he were in meditation, and it took a while to open his eyes.

The zombie who opened his eyes began to turn his face to observe left and right, until he found another ray of light, and then immediately stepped up his steps to run towards that glimmer of light, and when he came to him, he directly sucked it in at once.

This night, the zombies spent all their time in sucking light, and when it was dawn, the zombies looked at the sky, and then found a darker and secluded place, leaned against the cliff and sat down.

This zombie, with its legs outstretched, leaned against the cliff wall, its hands hanging weakly on the sides of its body, motionless, as if it was dead. (To be continued.) )