The two of them poked their heads into the door and instantly bounced in fright.

Wu Yan exclaimed: "I'm scared to death!"

Even Xiwen, who was very well-buried, said "I'm going to go" to calm the fear and anger in his heart a little.

They took a deep breath and stood at the door of the house again, but even though they were mentally prepared, they still found it a little difficult to accept.

What caught their eyes was a corpse hanging upside down in the center of the hall, this corpse was **, it was hung on the ceiling of the hall with an iron hook into its ankles, it was already in a state of decay, the skin was swollen and green, because it was hung upside down, so the skin and flesh in many parts of the body had been separated from the bones and even fell off, and the yellow corpse water flowed to the drooping head little by little, and finally flowed through the hair and the hands hanging on the ground and dripped to the ground. A gust of wind from the fallen door caused his whole body to sway slightly, and his hands stained with corpse water swiped on the ground as if he were writing.

Hanging upside down at the same time made his head bloody, so that his head became black and large, one eye was wide open, as if it was about to jump out of the socket at any moment, and the other eye was already out of the socket, hanging from the head only by some tissue, and the tongue in his mouth was gone, but the mouth was wide open, as if he had suffered a great deal before he died, which was completely unrecognizable. What frightened them the most was that there were two long, deep scars on his back, as if something had been cut from here. On each of the two bones exposed from the scar, one protrudes outward, densely covered with serrated marks. They boldly speculated that the corpse should be the owner of the communicator, and that the original wings on his back had been cut off by someone else.

As long as all angels lose their lives, the feathers of their wings will fall off immediately, leaving a bare skeleton, so if someone is perverted enough to get a perfect pair of angel wings, they can only cut it off alive while the angel is still alive. It was when he thought of this that he felt angry, even if this man was an enemy sent by his uncle to hunt him down, he should not have been tortured like this.

"Damn!" said Shivan as he put the communicator back beside the rotting corpse, then slammed it to the ground, gritting his teeth.

Although Wu Yan didn't want to see this terrifying corpse again, he still forced himself to observe, because from the moment he came in, he had always felt that something was wrong. When his gaze moved to a piece of rotting flesh that had been shaken off the ground, a flash of light flashed through his head.

He immediately patted Xiwen on the shoulder and said:

"Did you notice that this corpse had neither a stench nor maggots? Or did you ...... Your angelic bodies are like this?"

When Wu Yan said this, Xiwen also took a serious look at the terrifying corpse in front of him again, and it was really as Wu Yan said, even if it was highly corrupted like this, it didn't have the slightest taste, and there was no half maggot.

He lowered his voice and said:

"No, although we don't have to eat or drink, it's made up of carbon and protein, and it stinks when it's dead, just like humans. ”

The sky slowly darkened, and the buildings in the village where the light had been blocked for most of the time became more gloomy, and a strange atmosphere quietly spread here, and the rotting corpse hanging in the center seemed to become even more terrifying. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the runic paper attached to the wooden door flew up, and it automatically burned as it floated past the eyes of the rotting corpse, and a green flame rose in the room. Xiwen, who has fought with Leng Zimo so many times, knows very well that this means that the enemy is coming, but what will the enemy be this time?

The rotting corpses in the room were still shaking, and the iron hooks above their heads rubbed against the hanging holes, making a "squeaking" sound. The wind blew one after another. They were startled by a "snapping" sound, and when they looked for the sound, there was only a broken leg left on the hook, and it turned out that the rotting corpse could not withstand the shaking and fell off the hook and fell to the ground.

A miserable cry suddenly came from outside the door, and the two quickly ran down the hallway. I saw that in the public courtyard on the first floor, a group of black-pressed zombies appeared, and they were biting a ragged homeless man. Xiwen would not let this misery continue, he stepped over the low guardrail, jumped down, and then spread his wings in the air and rushed straight towards the group of zombies.

"Bang", Xiwen felt that he had knocked down a steel plate, and those zombies were like bowling, and they were pushed down by Xiwen one by one, and they were all knocked to the ground, but Xiwen himself also fell heavily to the ground. A fishy smell stimulated his olfactory nerves, and Shivin scrambled to his feet, then quickly stepped back.

The zombies in front of him were of different heights and dressed differently, different from the ones he had encountered in the restaurant for the first time, their faces were pale, their bodies looked like they had been dried, their skin and muscles were extremely hard, and there was a slight layer of white and black fluff. According to what Leng Zimo said last time and what he learned in Leng Zimo's books, these should belong to the formal zombies that are buried for a long time.

The homeless man on the ground has long since lost his breath, and Xiwen is a vigorous young man, so those zombies will definitely change their target and run to Xiwen. Xiwen's heart was a little angry, but the ring was not there, which meant that most of his strength was imprisoned, and it was difficult to compete with this group of zombies with just a short sword, so he had to spread his wings again and fly to the second floor of this building.

Wu Yan saw Xiwen's situation and wanted to jump down to help, but the moment he stepped on the railing, a pair of large rotting hands grabbed his left foot from behind, and he looked back and saw that it was a rotting corpse crawling out of the house. In the blink of an eye, seeing that its sharp teeth were about to bite its calf, Wu Yan pushed the sickle in his hand to its mouth, but he didn't expect the rotting corpse to bite off the tail end of the sickle at once, you must know that this is a weapon made of bone steel in the abyss of hell by his father, although it is not a divine weapon, but it will not be bitten at once, this is too scary!

The carrion opened its mouth again, and Wu Yan was successfully provoked by it, and his eyes flashed with a faint red light. He raised the scythe in his hand, and slashed down with all his might, stopping all movement of the carrion as his head rolled back into the room.

The zombie below was approaching downstairs in the direction of Xiwen, Wu Yan shook off the carrion that grabbed his left foot and jumped down from the third floor, he flew to a mouthful, and slashed at one of the zombies with a scythe, only to hear a "ding" sound, the zombie was only knocked to the ground, and there was not even a hole on the body.

"This thing can't be cut!" said Wu Yan, who flew back to Xiwen, looking at his broken bone steel scythe.

"Yes! Zimo said that against these zombies, ordinary weapons will not work. ”

Xiwen looked down at the group of beating zombies downstairs, and felt extremely guilty in his heart. He shouldn't have agreed to let Wu Yan come with him, he should have expected such a danger to happen, the enemy lurking in the shadows, making people unguardable, it was he who put his classmates in danger.

Just as Xiwen blamed himself, several black shadows jumped up from the ground and jumped to the second floor.

"I'm going! and I'm going to fly?!" both exclaimed at the same time.

There were several zombies on both sides of the corridor, they slowly approached the two people in the middle, and a "gurgling" sound sounded above the two of them, and they looked up to see that the carrion was lying on the outer wall of the guardrail on the third floor, looking at them with one eye, plus a few zombies still standing on the first floor, they were caught in all directions.

Xiwen couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness in his heart, if his strength could still be used, then he could also fight, but now this situation can only be said to be more auspicious, but he will still try his best to let Wu Yan escape. He turned his head and just wanted to tell Wu Yan that he would cover him to escape, but Wu Yan became demonic, and black gas surged at his feet, and finally a sickle twice as large as the original floated in front of the two of them.

This sickle is more than two meters high, the whole body color is mainly red and black, its head is curved like a tooth moon, extremely sharp, the knife body and the knife handle are inlaid with a red gem like a cat's eye, the knife handle, the knife body is coherent, and it looks like a giant beast exuding a strong demonic aura from a distance.

Wu Yan held the sickle in his right hand, and he said with a smile in his eyes:

"I can't deal with ordinary weapons, I wonder if my Tears of the Immortal can be useful?"

Xiwen has been in contact with Wu Yan for so long, and it is the first time he has felt such a thick demonic qi on his body, and for some reason a throbbing inexplicably rose in his heart, and his blood expanded and boiled in his body, what kind of reaction was this? He didn't know, but this excitement made him rush out with Wu Yan with a short sword.

"Suffer death!"

Xiwen shouted, and suddenly poked his short sword into the zombie group, but before he even touched the hair on the zombies, those fishy undead were all scattered to the ground by Wu Yan with the tears of the gods. The fallen zombie struggled on the ground twice before being entangled in the demonic energy on the witch scythe, unable to move.

It turns out that Wu Yan's magic is so powerful, and he has also heard his war and theology teachers talk about the power of demons, but Wu Yan's magic is really far beyond his cognition, fortunately they became friends, otherwise if they meet in the future, it will be another life-and-death struggle.

At this moment when Xiwen was in a trance, Wu Yan had already carried a scythe and flew murderously to the other side of the corridor, and the group of brainless zombies would only rush forward, completely unaware of how terrifying the people in front of them were. The zombie who rushed to the front got up and jumped, intending to pounce on Wu Yan, and Wu Yan slashed the tears of the underworld in his hand from top to bottom, and with a "boom", a big hole was smashed in the ground, and the zombie was deeply inserted into the mud on the first floor.

The corridor on the second floor and the house next to the big hole collapsed in half, and the remaining zombies fell to the first floor along with the rubble, and they fell into the garbage heap and the small garden, stirring up a puff of dust.