Chapter 312: The Living Dead

Mom, what are you doing? “

Mu Qing'er was stunned, frightened by Long Xiaoyu's appearance. Watermark Ad Test Watermark Ad Test

Long Xiaoyu's body trembled, looked back at Mu Qing'er, and his eyes flickered twice: "Qing, Qing'er??"

In the bedroom, there was dead silence.

Jiang Chen endured the severe pain and looked at Long Xiaoyu with deep eyes.

Blame!

It's weird!

An ordinary person. Even if he is crazy, it is impossible to know his essence and blood.

It is impossible to have the means to extract essence blood from his body.

The mother-in-law's current state is obviously controlled by someone and used as a gun.

Suddenly. His gaze froze, and he clearly caught a trace of blood flashing in the depths of Long Xiaoyu's eyes.

"Mom?? What the hell is wrong with you? “

Mu Qing'er cried and stepped forward to grab Long Xiaoyu.

At this moment, the blood in Long Xiaoyu's eyes swelled. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

"Die!"

Sou!

The silver needle that had absorbed the essence blood in his hand flashed with cold light, and pierced directly towards Mu Qing'er.

Mu Qing'er screamed in fright.

"Be careful!"

Jiang Chen took Mu Qing'er into his arms and raised his hand to block the front.

Poof!

The silver needle pierced the palm of his left hand without hindrance, completely ignoring his defenses.

A sharp pain came from the palm of his hand, but what shocked Jiang Chen even more.

With his current defense, even a bullet can't penetrate his skin!

"Don't hurt my daughter, don't, don't??"

The red light in Long Xiaoyu's eyes flickered brightly and dimly, and her body was like chaff.

The next second, she stood up and staggered outside.

"Mom!"

Mu Qing'er cried and wanted to chase out.

"At home, wait for me!"

Jiang Chen didn't care about the severe pain on his body, and after telling Mu Qing'er, he chased him out.

What happened to Long Xiaoyu, he didn't know.

But the top priority is to snatch back the essence blood in the silver needle.

A drop of the essence blood of the zombie king, the flesh and bones of the living dead, falls into the hands of an alien, and it can burst out with unimaginable terrifying power!

Although he has only recovered fifty percent of his strength now, the power contained in the essence blood is the purest power of the Zombie King.

The wide road was empty.

It's late at night and there's less traffic.

By the time Jiang Chen rushed out of the community, Long Xiaoyu was gone.

As soon as the eyes were closed, when they opened again, there was a torrent of blood.

Powerful perception spreads out directly.

In an instant, he locked the direction in which Long Xiaoyu left.

Sou!

The figure flickered. Rolling up a gust of wind, Jiang Chen's figure disappeared in place, dragging a string of afterimages behind him, chasing in the direction of Long Xiaoyu.

From a distance, he saw Long Xiaoyu running wildly.

When they rushed to the middle of the road, a large truck with a heavy load roared towards them.

The harsh high beams illuminate the road as bright as daylight.

The deafening sound of the horn resounded through the night.

But Long Xiaoyu didn't seem to realize it, and still rushed forward.

When Jiang Chen saw this scene, his face changed greatly, but it was too late to stop it, and the big truck and Long Xiaoyu were close at hand.

Even if the big truck made a screeching brake sound, even the tires burned and smoked. It's still hard to stop.

Bang!

Just as he was about to hit it, Long Xiaoyu suddenly turned around and smashed his right hand on the front of the big truck.

Then, something happened that made Jiang Chen's jaw drop in shock.

The front of the heavy-duty truck directly collapsed in the loud noise, as if it had hit a giant stone pillar, and under the impact of inertia, the butt of the car was the first to be cocked. The whole car flipped into the air.

It seemed to be taking Long Xiaoyu as the center point, and when he flipped in the air, he went out in a circle and smashed down on the wide road.

And Long Xiaoyu is still standing in place.

Tilting his head and glancing at the big truck, Long Xiaoyu let out a piercing and strange laugh, and then his body shook, and he actually set off an afterimage wind, and the speed suddenly exploded.

"Inhuman power?"

Jiang Chen's heart twitched violently.

He was sure that Long Xiaoyu was an ordinary person.

But the terrifying power that Long Xiaoyu broke out just now, apart from the alien, he really couldn't think of any other power.

With the power that Long Xiaoyu burst out just now, and the speed at which Long Xiaoyu was running wildly at this time.

At least it's the terrain!

How is this possible?

Without thinking too much, Jiang Chen hurriedly chased in the direction of Long Xiaoyu's escape.

Unlike just now, who was bent on catching up with Long Xiaoyu, Jiang Chen at this time deliberately slowed down his speed and fell far behind Long Xiaoyu.

The purpose is to see who is controlling Long Xiaoyu.

An Inhuman who dares to covet his zombie essence blood, if he doesn't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, he will only have endless troubles.

Moreover, Long Xiaoyu has now been controlled, and the situation is not optimistic.

In the night, the two of them moved forward at a speed beyond the imagination of normal people.

Soon, we arrived at the south of the city.

It was a wasteland where few people came, and along the river, the banks of the river were overgrown with weeds, and they had to be more than a man tall.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the surroundings are dark.

In the distance, you can see the lights on the Jiangbei wharf.

However, the night did not hinder Jiang Chen, he himself had the ability to see at night.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

Seeing Long Xiaoyu in front of him, he jumped to the bottom of the river bank and submerged into the grass more than one person high.

Is it here?

Jiang Chen did not hesitate, jumped over, and chased after him.

Slow down and try to keep the sound as low as possible.

Gradually, a faint glow of fire came.

"Master, something, here."

Long Xiaoyu's voice came.

Unlike before, her voice was low and hoarse, as if it was made by countless fine sand rubbing against her throat.

Jiang Chen's brows furrowed. Gently brushing aside a tuft of weeds in front of him, the scene in front of him instantly made him angry, and the blue tendons in the corners of his eyes were highlighted.

Between the overgrown weeds. There is a river beach several meters wide in diameter.

At this time, there is a table covered with a yellow cloth on the river beach, on which candles are lit and glutinous rice is placed. There are incense sticks and candles, and copper bells and money swords.

On the cobblestone-strewn river beach, candles flickered and flickered, and were implicated by red threads, forming a complex and mysterious formation pattern.

"The means of the south and the north horse?"

Jiang Chen's heart froze, the strength and speed that Long Xiaoyu burst out just now were obviously formed through this formation.

His gaze slowly moved to the two figures in front of the table.

Long Xiaoyu was kneeling on the ground at this time, and from his angle, he could just look at a side face.

In front of Long Xiaoyu, there was a rickety, short figure, wearing a wide robe. I can't see specifically, and I have my back to him, and I can't see my face clearly.

"Good, good?? Boom??"

Praise with laughter. Echoing on the quiet river beach, it looks extremely eerie and eerie.

When the figure took the silver needle in Long Xiaoyu's hand, he also gently stroked the top of Long Xiaoyu's head twice, as if he was stroking his own puppy.

And Long Xiaoyu also lowered her head obediently, with a light smile on the corner of her mouth.

Only, when she bowed her head.

Jiang Chen clearly saw that red cracks were prominent on her side face, and the skin of her face fell to the ground little by little like a cracked wall skin.

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