There is still an indescribable fishy smell in the air, and there is an indescribable dullness in the nose.

I haven't smelled this smell, but he has seen the introduction in "Thousands of Laws", and there is no doubt that it is obviously dead air.

Jiang Futing did not enter the house again to avoid destroying the scene.

He then calmed down, endured disgust to feel the movement of the dead air, and captured the moment when the dead air fled the direction, a sharp cold light flashed in his dark eyes, and he turned around and chased out without hesitation!

It is clear that it is still the day of midsummer, but the mountains and forests are as cold as a harsh winter, and the cold rises and constantly staggers.

Jiang Futing flew all the way over, and even the living creatures such as flowers and plants where the dead qi passed were wilted a lot, and they were shrouded in lifeless by the residual fishy smell.

While he was chasing closely, he began to wonder in his heart, what is it that is so lifeless?

Dead people alive?

Zombies?

But what did the zombie do when he came to kill Zhang Yan, originally he thought that Zhang Yan had harmed so many people, and it was normal for the enemy to be everywhere, but if he killed him, he killed her, why did he take away her soul?

As if guarding against something, could it be that the person who killed her knew that he would take her soul and torture her?

But how did that person know that he was here, Jiang Futing felt a chill in his heart, unless he had been monitoring himself in the dark since he entered the mountain, or ......

He suddenly thought of the phone call, and when he chased after him, the flow of blood in his body accelerated a lot, and even the speed of his thinking was inexplicably accelerated.

The brain slowly sorted out the context from the mess, assuming that he was indeed here to exorcise ghosts, after entering the mountain, the person saw himself and informed Zhang Yan in advance......

No wonder at first glance, she looked at herself so strangely, the price must have been negotiated at that time, but Zhang Yan was hesitant because she wanted to catch ghosts, and the person called again at night to urge!

It happened that she felt that something was wrong with her body in advance, and she dispersed the power of the medicine, so she didn't succeed.

It's just that that person didn't want to wait even one night just to see himself, so he forced Zhang Yan to do it to himself!

The veins in my heart are completely connected, the first person must know that he is not an ordinary ghost hunter, and the second person must be an acquaintance!

A familiar name popped into his mind again.

But at this moment, the dead qi that was about to be chased suddenly spread out in all directions, and then quickly surrounded him.

Jiang Futing reacted quickly and mobilized his strength, and the moment the gray sword condensed, a thick and dead aura suddenly smashed down from above his head and covered his face.

He immediately held his sword and blocked it upwards, but before the power in his body could be activated, the thing that carried a rich death aura pressed him to the ground on one knee.

Even the ghost veins in the body were violently stirred by the impact!

He stabilized the sudden turbidity, his body took the blow hard, and he panted and raised his head, trying to see what this dead air was so thick.

Then, a pair of eyes with only the whites of his eyes were reflected in his vision.

Jiang Futing's pupils shrank suddenly, almost not suppressing the impact in his body, it was a blue and white sheet

Corpse Spot's face.

It's a zombie!

His mouth really says what it is.

This body didn't know how long it had been left to ossify, and half of the fishy smell he smelled was the smell of a corpse decomposing, and it smelled quite nostrilous!

He came back to his senses in an instant, and the riot in his body had subsided.

Jiang Futing gritted his teeth, and the power in his body surged instantly, and finally rebounded the continuous impact that was pressed down on the top of his head.

It's just that the zombie seems to have its own consciousness and thinking, and at the moment when he is about to make an immediate move, he reacts quickly and dodges away, causing the sword in his hand to fall into the air.

Can zombies have such reflexes and agility?

Jiang Futing suddenly felt that the things in front of him were a bit out of line.

He calmly searched for the flaw in the thing in front of him, and before he could think for a moment, the corpse rushed towards him again.

The strength of the corpse is surprisingly great, and the body is very strong.

There were several times when he was almost shaken away by the other party, and the attack that could have been scattered by easily landing on the ghost would not even pierce the body of the corpse.

There was a sound of breaking wind on the right, and a fist as hard as iron brushed his face, and he suddenly turned sideways, raised his hand and stabbed into the relatively fragile waist and abdomen of the human body.

Still didn't even get three inches into it, but this time the corpse was abnormal, clenching his sword tightly, and instead stabbing himself deeper.

Jiang Futing looked at the burly body that suddenly approached closely, and before he could react to the other party's purpose, the other hand of the corpse suddenly raised, and the rock-solid elbow directly smashed into his back!

Jiang Futing didn't even have time to put away the sword, so he could only grasp the hilt of the sword and passively dodge, and at the same time dissolve the sword in his hand.

In the next second, the corpse's legs suddenly rose with the strength they had accumulated, and they had already judged the direction in which he was dodging, and their knees kicked him hard in the stomach.

He immediately retreated half an inch, and it was too late to condense the sword, so he could only reach out and carry it, and his arm seemed to have hit the steel bar raw, and he felt numb.

After the hand-to-hand, he borrowed the recoil, and retreated five steps away.

After some fighting, he found that this was not an ordinary zombie at all, after the normal corpse was stiffened, there was no sanity, and there would be no basic judgment, and although there was no sanity in front of him, he could judge accurately, and he could catch his dead ends again and again.

It is obvious that someone is hiding in the shadows and manipulating it.

Zombie ...... that can be manipulated Corpse golems?

Could it be that the immortals?

Jiang Futing's brain will be a little hypoxic, and his physical strength will be too much at night, so he won't have time to think too much.

As a last resort, he was unwilling to ask Bai Tang for help.

He gasped with some difficulty, he used to fight ghosts, and he had never fought against things like zombies and corpse golems, these things were stronger than ordinary ghosts because of their physical bodies, but there were gains and losses, and there must be flaws.

"Boom!"

Before he could rest enough, the corpse golem came in front of him again and began to take advantage of the victory.

Under the rapid loss of physical strength, he no longer carried it head-on, only dodged and did not fight.

It's just that every time I dodge a move, I deliberately wait until the corpse puppet is close, and then I come lightly, and then I have to dodge like a fish.

After a few rounds, he poked every part of the corpse golem's body.

But the other party's body is really like a steel bar, from head to toe, all the soft underbelly of the human body has been probed, and the corpse puppet is indifferent.

When he stopped to breathe again, the corpse puppet seemed to be a little struggling because it had been fighting for too long, twisting its stiff neck to adjust its body.

Kindness? Neck.

Jiang Futing's dark eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of essence, probably because this fight had been pressed and fought for too long, and at the moment when he seemed to have finally captured the other party's weakness, the corners of his lips hooked up with a sly smile.

The long body was bathed in the moonlight like silver yarn, and at this moment, it was a little thrilling.

As soon as his body moved, he waved his long sword, the corpse puppet quickly came back to his senses and swung his fist directly in front of him, Jiang Futing held the sword with both hands, full of momentum, but when he arrived in front of the corpse puppet, he had no intention of fighting.

He suddenly slumped under the long arms of the corpse golem, then leapt behind it, his hands raised, and swung down from top to bottom.

Without waiting for the corpse puppet and the controller to react, the gray sword slashed at the back of the corpse golem's neck.

This sword is the smoothest sword that Jiang Futing has fought so far, as if the steel plate that has been blocking him in front of him has disappeared, cutting tofu, everything is in the end.

In an instant, the corpse separated, and the head rolled on the ground several times, and was forced to stop after hitting a tree.

But before Jiang Futing could let go, three cold white lights suddenly flew out of the lush woods.

He slid sideways, leaned back, and three silver needles swept past his body in the next second, and finally stuck in the big tree behind him.

Thankfully, he reacted quickly!

Jiang Futing stood firm, quickly calming down, he was shaped like a stake, his ears were pricked up, and his eyes were bent to look for clues among the dense trees like a sea of forests.

The corpse puppet who killed him himself seemed to be unable to sit still.

His afterglow was sweeping on both sides, and suddenly in the jungle, a white spot was like a meteor fleeting.

His dynamic vision itself is better, and the faint light flashes in the darkness like a flashlight.

The person hiding seemed to be aware of his sight, and when he fled, he was subconsciously a little flustered, and he didn't even have time to hide his traces.

Where the light flashed just now, the branches and leaves swayed and made a rustling sound in the next second.

Bai Mang flew in front of his eyes again, the other party made a hasty attack this time, and he had already hit crookedly, Jiang Futing lightly clicked his foot, and dodged the thin needle.

Then, without stopping, he pursued the figure in the direction of its escape.

But after all, people are different from corpse puppets, they have their own bodies, their own consciousness, and they are particularly dexterous in dodging and controlling, and they are far less easy to chase than corpse puppets.

What's more, the other party threw a few needles from time to time to harass him, and after the grappling just now, his physical strength was almost consumed, and he was already a little overwhelmed.

Jiang Futing squinted his phoenix eyes, the corners of his forehead were full of dense sweat, and his legs began to weaken a little under the chase, and the back of the silhouette could be seen not long ago, and he dodged through the bushes a few times, and now there are only black spots left.

If you go on like this, you won't be able to catch up!

As soon as the thought turned, the turbidity churned in his hand again, and such a distance appeared according to him

The ability to be in is definitely not beatable.

A vague thought bubbled in his heart, but this bubble was too illusory, and even he didn't dare to poke it at will.

His eyebrows sank, he took a deep breath, and finally shouted out the name that was unacceptable no matter how he thought about it, "Jiang Li!" ”

His voice was not so firm, but the figure involuntarily paused, under the high pressure, the person was suddenly called his name, and the body responded almost unconsciously.

Jiang Futing only felt that the amount of information he was forced to receive tonight was too great, and the wind blew his brain to crack.

Surprise to surprise, but his steps and movements did not dare to stop.

The moment Jiang Li slowed down by half a beat, Jiang Futing chased straight up, and finally shortened the distance so that he could see his back clearly.

It's at least eighty percent similar to what I remember.

He once carved Jiang Li fiercely in his bones, his face, his form, his voice, and his frowns.

Even if the events at that time have been over, and the hatred has faded, the content that has been deeply rooted in the memory cannot be dispelled.

The established fact that even if you see the moment the figure pauses, no matter how much you try to make excuses for yourself to deny it, it will still be dissected, and then covered deeper.

He determined the distance he could capture, and raised his hand, the turbid gas turning into a rope like a vine stretching forward.

Jiang Li felt something chasing behind him, gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, his hands were clenched tightly, and green tendons crawled all over the back of his hand like a poisonous snake.

He finally made himself different from ordinary people, and he had the opportunity to crush ordinary people, and he wanted to take revenge, but he never expected that this guy would be the dazzling one no matter what kind of world he was in!

Why?!

(End of chapter)