"Click"

With a crisp sound, one of the Daoist's fleshy arms was pulled down alive, and at the same time, the Daoist let out an innate wail.

Zhang Yi didn't pay attention to the Taoist priest who was rolling on the ground, as if he didn't see it, he took the broken arm to his hand and kept playing with it, and finally took the bone knife from the five fingers that were no longer bloodless and pale and threw the broken arm aside.

He took the bone knife and looked it up and down curiously, sometimes sniffing with his nose, sometimes licking with his tongue, sometimes putting it to his ear to listen, always feeling that this object had a sense of déjà vu, but where did they meet!

"Bang!"

After a crisp gunshot, a bullet hit Zhang Yi's chest, watching the blood gushing out of his chest like running water, he didn't feel the horror at all, but was very curious to touch the blood in his chest with his hand and put it in his mouth and tasted it, salty, fishy, and the taste was not very good.

Suddenly, another piece of hard stuff smashed on his head, and then blood began to flow on his head, and the blood entered his eyes along his cheeks, making him feel very uncomfortable, and he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and looked back, and found that it was the Taoist priest who had broken an arm, and at this moment he was dropping the stone and quickly running in the direction of Tang Luoying, who was holding a pistol.

"Woo, woo"

With two low roars, Zhang Yi rushed towards the Taoist priest on all fours, and fired two more shots, but because the speed was too fast, the bullet did not hit Zhang Yi and flew past him.

How could the injured Taoist priest be compared to Zhang Yineng, who was now like a fierce beast, he ran behind the Taoist priest in three or two clicks, and then dismantled a puppet toy at a very fast speed.

When he saw that the Taoist priest didn't have time to scream, his body instantly disintegrated and spilled to the ground, Tang Luoying panicked, this guy in front of him was completely out of control, he was now neither a demon nor a ghost, but a completely crazy beast, he didn't have Wu Song's magic skills to fight tigers, so he could only choose to escape.

So Tang Luoying fired two more shots in the direction of Zhang Yi, threw away the gun without bullets, and turned to run, but before he could take two steps, he stopped, Zhang Yi had already crossed his head and stood in front of him.

Zhang Yi was advancing, Tang Luoying was retreating, and suddenly a crisp birdsong sounded in the air, this sound seemed to be very familiar, and it made people feel very intimate when they listened to it.

Zhang Yi stopped, tilted his head, and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the source of the sound.

"Over there, in the third ear hole over there," Tang Luoying seized the opportunity and pointed to Zhang Yi's back with a smile on his face, hoping that the beast would lose interest in himself by looking for what he liked at the moment.

Sure enough, after Zhang Yi heard this, he turned around and walked in the direction of the birdsong, and Tang Luoying took the opportunity to run quickly in the other direction.

Following the sound, Zhang Yi quickly came to the third ear hole, only to see a bird cage hanging in the middle of the hole, and in the cage, a restless black-headed starling bird kept jumping up and down, making a crisp chirping sound.

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked at all this ambiguously in front of him, just like an old friend who had been separated for a long time and finally reunited.

"You've finally come to save me, let me out, but you have to break this damn barrier before you can save me."

Enchantment, Zhang Yi didn't seem to understand what enchantment was, but when he leaned forward with his two forelimbs, he found that it was like touching a super transparent glass, which blocked his way forward.

He stood up, let out a roar, and slammed into the glass.

The little bird sighed, he was already disappointed when he saw Zhang Yi coming in in a crawling posture, there are still some tricks in turning demons and ghosts, but this one turned into a beast, although he does look a bit like the king of beasts, but the intelligence of animals is always no match for modern people with rich modern weapons.

Sure enough, the first thing to damage is the brain, and how ridiculous it is to use fists to tie the enchantment.

"Bang bang, bang, bang, bang......."

The three punches were punched, making a series of sounds that frightened the little bird, what happened, the enchantment was beaten alive by this pot.

He looked down in a panic and couldn't help but be surprised, it turned out that this glass-like barrier was a large piece of super transparent glass.

Zhang Yi took down the birdcage in the air with a deep jump, then savagely broke the birdcage and rudely took out the little bird from the cage.

He watched as the corners of the bird's mouth rose slightly to reveal a hint of a smile, and then kept licking his lips with his tongue, looking at it with an intriguing look.

This guy has become a beast and his IQ has become lower, so he won't treat me as food, right, the little bird couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this, and some of his feathers even stood up, and he should have stopped making a sound if he knew it.

But fortunately, Zhang Yi didn't eat the little bird next, but let out a very strange laugh and put him on his shoulder, and stroked the feathers on its body twice.

Then he ran on all fours, completely oblivious to the presence of a bird on his shoulder.

"Damn, fortunately, Lao Tzu held on tightly, otherwise you would have been concussed by you" The little bird scolded in the wind howling.

In the pile of stumps and severed arms, Zhang Yi stopped, a few children were crawling slowly, and when they saw Zhang Yi coming, they were suddenly frightened and ran back.

Zhang Yi ignored the children, as if he had never seen them, he kept his face close to the ground and kept sniffing around with his nose on the rotten corpses, like a dog looking for food.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a pile of corpses, turning them over to reveal two familiar faces.

Wicker and Lao Dao lay on the ground, and there were many stab wounds on their faces, and the breath of the born could no longer be seen on their blood-covered faces.

Zhang Yi lowered his head and listened to their chests, then let out a low whimper, and then grabbed the bodies of the two of them and grabbed them under his armpits and ran quickly to the other side.

In the early morning, the milky white morning mist covered the entire mountain forest, and birds kept shuttling through the morning mist, and drops of dew kept falling from the treetops because of their playfulness.

A drop of crystal clear dew fell from the sky and fell to the lips, which seemed to bring thirst-quenching nectar to the dry lips.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the surrounding trees were in a hurry, surrounded by clouds and mist, and beams of sunlight shone through the dense trees to form mottled light and shadow.

I touched my chest, touched my face and head again, stood up and looked up and down, I couldn't help but feel inexplicable.

Zhang Yi touched his hair, turned around and looked around, he felt very strange, as if he had a long dream before, but this dream was really too real, real as if it really happened, is this a dream.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something, and he suddenly shouted: "Old way, wicker, little bird." ”

The sound echoed in the woods, but no one responded, thinking that in the dream the willow and the old way had been hacked to death by someone indiscriminately slashed to death, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked, so he shouted while picking up a stick from the ground and kept peeling the grass to find it.

Suddenly, his body shuddered a little, and his eyes fell on the grass not far from him, where something made him a little frightened.