With the exception of those whose heads had been cut off and their brains destroyed, everyone else rose from the ground, and a phlegm-like "purr" sound came from their throats, as if a thousand-year-old zombie had been resurrected.

Fang Wuhan pulled out his twin knives again, and those people staggered towards him, their eyes were all confused, and they all turned into zombies in an instant.

He didn't care about these zombies, rushed into the house and began to rummage through the cabinets to find the black fan in the old man's mouth, the black fan in his impression should be the fan in normal life and the color is black, but the old man didn't give him any specific description, so he can only look for this impression.

The zombies poured in, and he flipped through the clothes and miscellaneous items with the ninja blade in one hand, and blocked the zombies with the other ninja blade with the other hand.

After these corpses, their combat effectiveness is not even as good as before they were alive, because they would still use weapons to try to hurt him before they died, and after the corpses, the purpose of these people was just to knock him down and eat him, and even forgot their duties as this illusion NPC......

The illusion is still twisted and deformed, and some of these zombies can't even walk the road, but they want to stop him with their teeth and claws; He didn't know what the illusion would turn into if it was twisted, or how he would get out after finding the black fan, but at the deformed speed of the building, it would be as if he had been thrown into a washing machine in less than ten minutes.

The twin knives flickered, and all the zombies in the entire room were quickly cut off their heads, and the zombies outside poured in one after another, and the impact caused by the distortion of the illusion was great, and there was even a bed that suddenly collapsed behind him just now, if he was accidentally smashed, he might be crushed by several zombies in an instant.

"Ahh Fang Wuhan roared angrily, he was almost annoyed to death by these zombies, even without these zombies, it would not be easy for him to find a fan in such a distorted illusion, not to mention that these zombies in the back also gave him a claw from time to time, especially those attacks that were grabbed on the wounds, although they were not as painful as those fatal wounds, but he also slowly became irritable because of this.

After searching the second floor, he was almost thrown off by the twisted illusion on the steps to the third floor - he ran up the stairs and tried to keep his balance, but he didn't expect a piece of the wall next to him to suddenly protrude and hit him directly, like a powerful straight punch directly to his ribs, if he hadn't grabbed a zombie's leg, he might have really fallen.

In the narrow stairwell, he was huddled together by countless zombies, and he couldn't even stretch his arms straight, let alone swing a knife to cut off their heads.

"Desusor! Get these shitchy things away! If you have the ability, you can fight the wilderness by yourself! He roared at the gray-black sky, but it was just a tantrum, and Dessius was already dead, so how could he be heard.

Fortunately, these zombies have just been corpsed, they have not yet grown sharp nails and teeth, and they have not undergone any mutations, they tried their best to scratch Fang Wuhan's body, but they only left a blood mark on the skin, there were too many zombies around, and many of them made him a little breathless.

"Thunder Purgatory" was released again, and the wails of the zombies sounded in the narrow stairwell again, and he used the knife array to kill to the third floor, starting the search journey on the third floor, and the number of those zombies was also significantly reduced, after all, the overall number was fixed, and his "killing mode" was not vegetarian.

With the distortion of the illusion, the whole world he was in emitted a volcanic eruption-like roar, the distortion of the illusion was real, and the deformation of those buildings was also real; The sound of the grinding of the concrete wall and the breaking of the steel bars in the building reached his ears, and there was a feeling of the sky falling apart.

The twisted illusion crushed the building, the staircase to the fourth floor had almost become a vertical climbing staircase, he found no trace of the black fan on the third floor, and the zombies were almost killed.

The fourth floor was the last floor, and the black fan must have been on this floor, but the building was almost out of shape, the fourth floor and the first floor were even connected, and he ran across the almost spherical ground, looking for rooms that were still recognizable.

The rest of the zombies didn't have to be dealt with by him, they were squeezed into the gap of deformation, and they were squeezed into a puddle of flesh by the changing building.

He had almost broken into the rooms on other floors several times, if the building was not a Rubik's Cube that had been put together before it was transformed, now the building was a piece of plastic that had been dismantled and scattered on the ground, and he found it in the rooms that might have been on the fourth floor by his impression, but in such a chaotic scene his work efficiency was pitiful, and sometimes it was a problem to even maintain balance, and he had to beware of being squeezed or crushed by sudden distortion.

"Why not?" Standing on the ground panting, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, the ground under his feet moved around like an irregular conveyor belt, sometimes the ground and the ceiling were flipped abruptly, and the blood from the crushed corpses was everywhere, and even the soles of his feet became slippery, and it was difficult to maintain balance.

He felt that his surroundings had become chaotic, and now there was no so-called black fan in this situation, everything in this building was crushed, even if there was any black fan that was not protected, it would be crushed, wasn't the black fan in this building?

He looked down and saw that the entire illusion had become a place like a void universe, and the ground downstairs had already become a part of the distorted illusion, like an endless abyss, more like a pitch-black universe.

Fang Wuhan tried his best not to let himself fall, he searched for the black fan in the process of maintaining his balance; Almost everything in the building that could be crushed was reduced to shreds, but he seemed to see a box-like thing intact in the deformity of the illusion!

There must be a black fan in that box! He thought as he plunged his twin knives into the ground to keep his balance, and the twisted ground and the Ninja Blade rubbed into fierce sparks, even breaking the Ninja Blade into an S shape.

The box was sometimes swept into the building, sometimes exposed, but most of the time it was hidden, and sometimes it appeared from one side and the other again, and its whereabouts were "fickle" and elusive.

Only then did he realize that the building under his feet was slowly being broken down into many planet-like things, maybe this illusion was originally another universe, maybe it was just the charter set by Desusot......

"It seems that this black fan is really hard to take......" Fang Wuhan finally locked the box, he put away the double knives, and rushed towards the box at a sprint speed, but because he kicked too hard when he accelerated, he directly kicked the ground under his feet in half, and the big sphere split into two, fortunately, he was with the box.

He pounced desperately, finally grasping the box with both hands, his body hanging in mid-air, the chaotic staircase above him, and the endless universe below him; The box was slowly being pulled out because of his weight, and he couldn't get up no matter what, and even if he did, it would be shattered by the illusion like those things.

Fang Wuhan gritted his teeth, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely, the box was finally pulled out, and he finally fell......

In weightlessness, he pulled out a ninja blade to break the lock of the box, and finally found the "black fan" that he had always dreamed of......

The illusion was destroyed, Fang Wuhan returned to the previous illusion, he opened his eyes, and saw that he was sitting in the house of the vicious old man, holding the black fan in his hand.

He opened the black fan, and as he had thought at first, it was just a plain black fan for summer, and he found no charms or anything else; He put away the black fan, and when he was about to go out, an extremely powerful thing behind him directly threw him to the ground, and his forehead slammed on the marble coffee table, but he didn't faint, it was the last trace of consciousness that insisted on keeping him awake, because if he fainted like this, he would definitely be torn to pieces by the old man!

"He took a black fan, and the vicious old man turned into a zombie?" But his eyes could no longer see anything, and it was purely muscle memory that he pulled out the ninja blade and slashed forward, and the old man slowly stopped moving and lay on top of him.

After a while, after his eyesight recovered slightly, he also saw the appearance of the old man clearly, and the old man, who was already very scary, was even more terrifying after his corpse, and the old man actually formed a speed mutation in this moment's kung fu, no wonder he was able to lurk so much and suddenly give himself a sneak attack.

He sat down on the couch for a moment, and after making sure that he was almost able to deal with the unknown threat outside, he opened the iron door, and the staircase that was close to infinite loop appeared before him again......