When the dreamy sun rose from the horizon again and hung in the Lechuan River overhead, Zhang Yi's beautiful life as the leader of the alliance as a salted fish was shattered.

A petite but relatively tough-looking young man rushed into a remote courtyard in the northeast corner of Huangcheng, which was the temporary base camp of the Dance Love Alliance, where Zhang Yi and the leaders of the group lived.

The door was pushed open, and the young man stumbled into Zhang Yi's bedroom and shouted at Zhang Yi, who was still asleep on the bed: "Oh no, alliance leader, no, zombie alliance they have killed, no, alliance leader ........" ”

Before he finished speaking, a wooden stick with a wrist thickness of about two meters pierced through the window and whistled with the sound of breaking wind in the air, directly penetrating the frightened young man's head, the wooden stick penetrated through the back of his head and out of his left eye socket, and then the impact of the wooden stick did not decrease at all, he took the young man's body out two meters away and nailed it to the bedpost toad where Zhang Yi was sleeping, and the corpse suddenly exploded after shaking violently, turning into countless smoke and dust tumbling beside the bed.

There was a smell of roasting heat in the room, Zhang Yi jumped up from the bed in shock, and saw that the tail of the wooden stick on the pillar toad above his head was still shaking, and he didn't seem to have vented all his energy.

Pricked up his ears to listen, but it was quiet outside, but after a while, only a loud bang was heard, and a large hole popped out of the wooden room, sawdust flew in the air, and a young man who was missing an arm flew in the air.

Zhang Yi quickly rushed through a door in a few steps, came to the courtyard and caught Wei Kang with both hands, the huge impact force was like a stone of several hundred catties from a distance and smashed into his body, he hugged Wei Kang tightly, his body retreated violently under the huge impact, and his feet pulled out two long marks on the ground.

It wasn't until the root of the wall that he slowly stood up with the help of the resistance of the back wall, and at this moment the huge impact on his chest, the sudden squeezing of his lungs, caused him to cough violently, and there was a sense of déjà vu coming out of the morgue.

Forcefully stopped coughing, Zhang Yi put down Weikang, and was about to ask him what was going on outside, when he heard a loud sound of mountains and seas, and a wall in front of the courtyard collapsed, and the smoke and dust rolled out in an instant, like the roaring tide of the Qiantang River.

Before the smoke and dust dissipated, several dancer-like people staggered towards Zhang Yi, and one of them even exploded halfway through the run, and disappeared.

Although the smoke and dust are still there, and he can't see the enemy on the other side clearly, but it is certain that the dancers who are running towards him are his own people, so Zhang Yi made a bold move, and a bone knife with cold light shot out of Zhang Yi's hand, with a sound of air breaking wind and flying in the direction of the smoke and dust, it seems that he heard the sound of skin tearing and muscle tearing, but he did not hear the sound of falling, but this is enough to bring a little respite to these dancers.

They have run to Zhang Yi at this moment of respite, among them there is even the old Confucian man, at present this old man is his staff officer, he is very prestigious in this group of temporary team, everyone affectionately calls him Confucian Yiye, but it is a pity that this Confucian Yiye does not seem to have too many achievements in martial arts, as for the dance art Zhang Yi does not know.

"Alliance leader, let's retreat quickly! This is the Zombie League, we can't afford to mess with it! The Confucian Master stroked his hair a little decadently, and put the red flower that was already half of it from his long sleeve on the side of his ear.

"Zombie Alliance, what is Zombie Alliance?" Zhang Yi asked indifferently.

However, there is no need for Zhang Yi to answer this question, and in an instant, the four walls of his house collapsed, and when the dust gradually dissipated, there were dense people around him, no, not people, it should be zombies.

These zombies are different from the Hong Kong and Taiwan versions of zombies we see in traditional movies, they don't look so stupid, they don't walk around, they don't walk around, but they walk like a normal person, and they are very fast and agile.

If it weren't for the corpse spots on their faces and some of the hideous faces that still retained when they festered and died, Zhang Yi wouldn't even be able to tell whether this was a human or a ghost.

Zhang Yi and Confucian scholar Weikang and five other unknown dancers stood in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by zombies with hideous faces and insensitive faces, and they looked at them silently, as if they were a gluttonous meal, about to start a grand dinner.

Because of the special conditions of this Lethe River, this kind of zombies of different eras are closely linked, and some of them are even primitive zombies wearing ancient animal skins and holding rough and simple stone axes.

The air is filled with the smell of decay, these zombies are different from some ghosts in the Yellow City at the bottom of the Lechuan River, they exist in the form of corpses, even if the corpses are half rotten in the yang world, as long as they turn into zombies, they will stop rotting at that moment, just like time is suspended, but no matter how time is paused, they can't hide the bursts of corpse gas emitted from their bodies, and this smell also reminds them where they are the big collective, where are their kind.

There was an unprecedented terrible silence in the air, and in this quiet where the needle could be heard, Zhang Yi saw with his own eyes that a guy standing in front of him who was about to rot into a skeleton had his eyeballs falling from his sockets, rolling on the ground a few times and falling to the feet of Wei Kang.

Weikang frowned and jumped backwards in disgust, and then he sneered and hooked some dust on his toes to cover this eyeball.

Even if the thousands of zombies around them did not move, they put tremendous pressure on the few people in the middle, and this pressure caused one of the dancers in their team to faint on the spot.

Zhang Yi took a step forward indifferently, looked around and said with a smile: "The little brother first came to Huangcheng, I don't know the local rules, if there is something offensive to you, I hope to give you a chance, the little brother will definitely change" Zhang Yi arched his hand around.

Still silent, Zhang Yi felt a little flustered, could it be that these zombies couldn't speak, or couldn't understand human language, otherwise why would they just surround like this and not attack, nor negotiate.

"Alliance leader, they have a leader named Zombie Lang, just at the back of the crowd" Confucian Master whispered in Zhang Yi's ear, "I have already sent someone to rush out to inform our family members, the large army is gathering here, but to be honest, the combat power of our dancers is ...... compared to the Zombie Alliance." ”

Zhang Yi glanced at the Confucian master, and he sighed secretly in his heart, hey, forget it, this is not a level at all, see if you can reconcile, if you can reconcile, needless to say, there may be an extremely fierce battle today.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi was about to say a set of fancy excuses and pats, but he saw a big man with a beard and muscles flying but wearing a blue Confucian costume coming out of the zombie group.

On closer inspection, the big man, though dressed comically and grossly out of line with his rugged appearance, was the most beautiful of their group, for his face showed neither a spot nor any signs of decay, and he could not even smell the smell of a corpse on his body when he approached.

"He's a zombie lang" Confucian Yiye whispered to Zhang Yi, while taking a step in front of Zhang Yi, protecting Zhang Yi behind, seeing the somewhat trembling body of Confucian Yiye, Zhang Yi sprouted a wave of admiration, in ancient times, there were actually many literati who were called embroidered pillows or sour Confucianism with integrity and courage.

Zhang Yi gently pushed away the Confucian master, he smiled at him with some gratitude, and arched his hand towards the zombie lang and said: "In the next Zhang Yi, if you first come to your place, if there is anything wrong, go to the zombie Lang Haihan." ”

Zombie Lang stopped a meter in front of Zhang Yi, he raised his eyebrows, and his tone was as soft as a family and friend, "Hehehe, it's nothing, it's really nothing, don't be afraid, don't be nervous, I'm just, I just want to abolish you dancer families who buzz above your head like a swarm of flies all day long, I heard that you are the leader of this so-called Dance Alliance family, then I'll start with you today, only by eliminating all of you, this world will be clean"

The zombie man tilted his head to look at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and there seemed to be an unprecedented pleasure in his eyes!

Zhang Yi looked back at Confucian Yiye, only to see that his eyes were in a trance and avoided Zhang Yi's eyes and retreated back, then Zhang Yi instantly understood, they inexplicably found Zhang Yi, who didn't even know much about him, to be the leader of the alliance, this is when they saw Zhang Yi's martial arts, and temporarily regarded him as a backbone to withstand the wind and rain.

"Alliance leader, I'm sorry, we can't help it, we dancers who are not nobles also have to survive, but living in this troubled world outside, we can't survive without the protection of nobles, we really need you, otherwise we will all play next, this is not as simple as it seems on the surface." Confucian Yiye blushed and explained to Zhang Yi with some apologies.

Zhang Yi was actually not very angry, they found Zhang Yi to be the leader of the alliance to support them in order to survive, and Zhang Yi took over the position of the leader of the alliance for the sake of the feeling of being worshiped for a while, but they just took what they needed.

Zhang Yi wanted to take out the waist card that buried the Aiai family from his waist to bluff the group of zombies in front of him, but he finally thought about it, and turned the hand that stretched out to grab the waist card in his arms to the bone knife, and suddenly slammed out, Zhang Yi took the bone knife and stabbed it at the zombie man's head.

The zombie lang didn't seem to react, the bone knife pierced through his eyebrows straight, coming out of the back of his head, and after a crisp bone shattering sound, the thick white and black liquid splashed on Zhang Yi's body and the ground next to him.

The clothes and the sand on the ground were corroded in an instant, and disappeared again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Wei Kang hurriedly helped Zhang Yi take off his coat, leaking out his strong upper body.