I thought that the opponent was just an ordinary person, but I asked for my life without pressure, and I didn't use the Vipassana Psychic Technique to urge the spiritual energy to transform the weapon. However, after joining the warband and fighting for a few times, I immediately realized that I had been so naïve in my previous thoughts.

Not to mention that ten of the people of the horse gang died in less than a quarter of an hour, although these horse feet, although they don't look good, and most of them are flamboyant when they chat, but which one did not survive the life of licking blood on the knife edge, and the ruthlessness is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but now they are indirectly and tragically killed, which makes me pout and frown slightly.

It stands to reason that ordinary bandits, although their methods are ruthless and cruel by nature, their fundamental purpose is only to rob goods, and few of them kill the horsemen, after all, if there is no one on this road to run horses, they are equivalent to cutting off their own financial routes.

But the group of bandits in front of him were all slashing people with all their might, and even Uncle Gesang, who claimed to be a brother and brother to the bandit leaders in the eighteen big cottages along the way, couldn't help frowning at this time, personally pulled out his saber, and joined the battle group.

"The little ones pay attention, polish the tricks and look carefully, this class of things is not easy to mess with!" After slashing off the right hand of a bandit who rushed forward without knowing how to advance or retreat, Uncle Gesang looked at the face of the thug at his feet with his long eyes, and hurriedly raised his head and shouted.

Hearing his scream, I took the time to turn my head to look, but saw that Uncle Gesang had cut off his hand, and the dark black blood was sprayed everywhere under the light of the bonfire, but that guy was not just mad or for other reasons, he didn't even suffer pain, despite the fact that his right hand holding the knife was cleanly cut off by Uncle Gesang, and his chest was firmly stepped on by him, but he didn't scream or beg for mercy, but only screamed with a mouth full of "whoops".

Seeing that he couldn't break free from Uncle Gesang's control in a short time, that guy seemed to be crazy, rotated his neck at an incredible angle, desperately twisted the danger of breaking his neck, stared at the blood-red eyes, and bit him through Uncle Gesang's riding boots!

Oh, my God! Seeing the terrifying scenery here, where can I still endure it, and kick a bandit who rushed in front of me into the air, and then be careful! Already blurted out.

Fortunately, Uncle Gesang's name Ma Guotou is not called in vain, seeing that the bandit who lost an arm is still unwilling, and he is ready to fight back in his dying struggle, he also decisively flipped his wrist, turned the knife, and pulled out a white light in the night sky with the long Tibetan knife with his arm, and with a wipe of the blade, the head of the stalker was rotated down.

Seeing that Uncle Gesang took the lead in opening the killing ring and killing a bandit, the morale of the horses and feet was also greatly boosted, and one person took the lead and shouted, "Kill this group of grandsons and avenge the brothers!" After that, everyone really roared like thunder, converging into an earth-shattering shout in response.

I saw that the horses and feet were shaking their spirits and rushing towards the bandits who were attacking in three directions, but instead of following them brainlessly at the first time, under the cover of Sharon, they methodically approached Uncle Gesang's location.

finally rushed to his side, but he had already straightened up with a solemn face. When he saw us coming, he didn't hide it, but said to me in a deep voice without looking back: "This guy is not a person!" ”

Not human? What's that?

Just as I was about to ask, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the thief who was beheaded by Uncle Gesang, but there were many festering lupus, and after a closer look, it was really a dead man who should have been dead for a while.

Suddenly remembered that before leaving, he had heard a horse driver in the horse shop who no longer made horse feet said that he had encountered a group of bandits from Xiangxi, there were not many of them, but they were all one of them, not to say how good their skills and martial arts were, but because they often used local materials, and could summon the corpses of those bandits who had been dead for a long time from the poor mountains and bad waters, and use them as waste......

Looking at today's situation, I'm afraid it's not, I really met that group of villains who have no fixed place and locusts are stepping on everywhere.

It's not that I'm afraid of this kind of thing, in all fairness, although the other party is crazy, the level of visual horror is really not as good as those dried corpses, scarlet poisonous bats and other monsters I encountered before.

However, having said that, these bandits who were manipulated as marionettes may have had a ruthless personality before they were born, and after being "resurrected" by the bad guys who are proficient in driving corpses with magic, the degree of trickiness has only increased, as can be seen from the minions who desperately wanted to kill Uncle Gesang just now.

"Yikes! What's going on! Isn't the sixth dead! ”

Just as I opened my eyes and tried to see how many of these "bandit zombies" were mixed among the bandits who were frantically holding machetes, a few horses and feet not far away were in a panic. And the reason for the panic of several experienced old fritters was naturally that the horsemen who had just died in the first wave of sneak attacks stood up again with blank faces at this time.

"Not good! Be careful, everyone, there is corpse poison on the other party's knife! ”

When Uncle Gesang realized this, he woke up like a dream, and hurriedly rushed to a few horses who were stunned in place after seeing the resurrection of his dead companions, and hid his knife horizontally, and cut off the heads of the three horsemen who had come back from the dead one after another.

After seeing this strange scene, Sharon and I couldn't help but gasp: The Xiangxi bandits invited by the little brother of the He family, if they only know how to evoke the corpses of the underground bandits, they are also familiar with some vicious secret techniques, and the corpse poison collected from nowhere is smeared on the knife edges of the zombies that are used as killing tools in advance, so that the horsemen who were cut down before will become their combat power as soon as they change hands.

It's really unusual!

After all, after seeing this scene, everyone understood that if they were only scratched by the blades of those bandits, it would take less than a quarter of an hour to become a killing puppet controlled by others.

Seeing that the two horse gangs, a total of more than 150 people, were about to be defeated on the spot, fortunately, Uncle Gesang and Ah Jiumei, the two pot heads, were not afraid of danger, and the Tibetan knife and the saber flew up and down, and after killing more than a dozen bandit zombies who pounced on them one after another, they barely suppressed the spirit of the routed army, and gathered the horse drivers who were about to disperse in the center of the clearing.

Behind the survivors in a large circle are unarmed monks and white deer boys, as well as defenseless horses and the cargo on which the horse team depends. And outside the circle, there are more zombie bandits, of course, among them, there should be a few thieves who are proficient in chasing corpses, as well as the clansman surnamed Xiao Ge.

Just as I seized the moment of stalemate and seized the time to open the pupil of psionic energy, hoping to find the hidden corpse chaser who controlled the zombies, the surging corpse tide on the opposite side temporarily stopped rushing and killing, and instead dodged a road two or three wide, and let out the dozen or so corpse chasers in the middle, wearing cloaks, black clothes, and holding green bamboo canes.

It is said that before coming to this timeline, when Er and I were in Miao Village under the Great Black Mountain, we really met a corpse chaser who could be called a cultural heritage, and at that time his father and son were the only remaining corpse chasers in the village, and I was also fortunate to see the style of this evil work.

I never imagined that today, on this remote southwest mountain road, I would be able to witness the power of this magical secret technique again, albeit in such an almost desperate way.

What to do? My mind was spinning fast: in the worst-case scenario, I would naturally be able to activate the Vipassana psychic with the qi of heaven and earth accumulated in the mirror of reincarnation, summoning the spirit to release and take Sharon out of the land of right and wrong. But in that case, Luo Quan, who was dissatisfied with his cultivation at this time, and even the white deer boy who carried the oracle of the face of Zimu, I am afraid that he would not be able to escape death.

Then, what is cut off is naturally the clue we have been looking for.

However, on the bright side, the only chance to win is to deal with the few corpse chasers on the opposite side as soon as possible, and ideally, if they are contained, the large zombie army will collapse in an instant. It's just that we can't guarantee at this time whether there are other bandits who are proficient in the secret art of chasing corpses in the shadows in addition to the corpse chasers in front of us.

At the moment of the great enemy, while we and the two pot heads were still racking our brains to analyze and weigh them, the corpse chasers on the opposite side who covered their faces with black veils did not intend to give us time to speculate. I saw them walk up to the corpse bandits, and after lining up, they actually inserted the green bamboo cane into the black soil in the same way, and then took out thin pipes the size of bamboo flutes from their waists.

"It's not good, everyone be careful to blow the arrows!"

By the time Ah Jiu Mei guessed the intentions of the corpse chasers from the other party's actions and screamed, it was already too late. In the crisp sound of "whoosh", several horses at the head of the row had been hit by arrows one after another, and fell to the ground in pain, foaming at the mouth at the same time, their eyes also turned blood-red and blood-red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye in a few seconds......

What's worse is that I was about to improve the synchronization rate of my body and get rid of those annoying guys who blow arrows and sneak attack as soon as possible by increasing the synchronization rate of my body, when I looked down and saw that I had also been hit by an arrow on my big arm.

What can I do? If it's an ordinary hidden weapon, it's just that, this is a poisonous arrow that can instantly turn my brother into a zombie! When I was cultivating with Jin Siniang and even Linda before I was born, I met a lot of masters who made a lot of noise and messed around, but I didn't meet this kind of guy who relied on ruthless corpse poison to eat. Could it be that my brother has been around for less than two years since his debut, and he is going to be planted here?

Just before setting off with the horse team, I said that I had a dream, delusionally thinking that I would tell her the story of my separation from Ah Xia after the reunion. How do I know that if we can really travel through time and space with our thoughts, I can only helplessly use the little time I have left to maintain my sanity and tell her, brother's legend, this is the end?

It's such an unwilling and funny ending. This feeling of uncontrolled brain is really annoying.

Gradually, I really couldn't feel my body anymore, and my soul was cut off from my body as if it had been hollowed out for a moment.

Damn, if I had known this, I should have run away with Sharon in the first place! If you make a decision as soon as possible, maybe you can turn back a second time and save Luo Quan and the White Deer Boy.

However, there are no ifs in life. Just as the corpse poison that invaded my internal organs would not retreat in a vacuum.

As a result, as it became more and more difficult to breathe, I felt like I had completely lost control of my body.

Am I dead? Or has there been a corpse mutation? Tomb Hunter East White