Dawn.

The sky was clear and the town was quiet.

The silence reveals the strangeness, and the empty streets are terrifying.

Squeak

The door opened.

He Cheng closed the door.

As long as you are afraid of light, even if you jump stiff and run into daytime, it is equivalent to waste, and you can only be slaughtered.

At this time, he pulled the purple stiff out and exposed it to the sun, and the purple stiff would definitely disappear.

But even if he eliminated the purple zombie, those black and white zombies would not obey his orders.

It is not He Cheng's style to be tall among the short, he will never dislike the people around him who are strong, if they are weak, it makes him disgusted and disgusted.

If he has the ability to kill his subordinates, he will use it even more.

Meritocracy has been his standard for a long time, although he has suffered a lot of betrayals because of this.

When slashing with a good hand of the sword, one end of the sword should be aimed at the enemy, and the other end should be aimed at oneself. How can there be a man in the world who is determined to obey and obey his own subordinates? If there is, it is like a sponge stick, it doesn't hurt to beat someone and hit yourself, and it's useless to ask for it.

He Cheng left the zombie town and walked dozens of miles.

The noon sun hangs high overhead, making people subconsciously raise their hands to block the dazzling sunlight.

He walked back to the vicinity of the Lin family's dyeing workshop and found the grave bag in the grove that had been crushed by the rubble.

The two hands dug down and dug out the body of Lu Dayou buried under his head and feet.

The soil was broken, and the light corpse qi burst out.

The corpse gas touched the dappled sunlight falling between the leaves, and the "zizi" of the killed.

"It's become stiff, this is not okay"

He Cheng dragged Lu Dayou's body and threw it under the sun, while he basked in the sun.

When he turned into a zombie, He Cheng was most afraid of sunlight, but after evolving into a drought, sunlight would make him feel comfortable.

A burst of black gas was pulled out from Lu Dayou's corpse, turned into wisps of black gas, and drilled into the sky.

Half an hour later, He Cheng carried the body and prepared to return.

It wasn't until dusk that he returned to Zombie Town, and Lu Dayou's body was hidden by him in a room where no zombies lived.

When the night came, a thousand zombies recovered.

Under the leadership of Zi Zhuang, Qianzhu worships the moon, He Cheng has a "peculiar identity" and has been firmly stared at by Zi Zhuang.

When it arrives, the yin qi is strong.

A thousand zombies marched.

Bai Zombie is already a real zombie, jumping in a hurry, the speed is equivalent to a human trot, not slow, if there is blood stimulation, the speed can be faster.

The night's march was unnoticed, and he hid in an abandoned mine, waiting for the night to come again.

At dawn, He Cheng acted again, but this time he didn't go back to fiddle with Lu Dayou's body, but looked around alone.

Soon he found a village

Crash

In the coffin, Lu Dayou's body was lying horizontally.

A bucket of blood was poured down, and the corpse was drenched in blood.

Crash

Another bucket, the blood line in the coffin rose slightly.

Buckets and buckets of blood were poured into the coffin, until finally, completely submerging Lu Dayou.

He Cheng picked up the coffin lid, buckled the coffin to death, and raised his hand to pat the coffin lid.

Bang bang.

"Senior Brother Lu Dayou, let's see you in a few days."

For more than ten days,

A thousand stiff lines gradually became three thousand stiff lines.

Nine hundred white hair stiffs, and more than two thousand row stiffs.

With the emergence of low-level stiffness, He Cheng's "low-level miscellaneous soldiers" are no longer conspicuous.

Besides, Zi Zhuang's subordinates are abundant, and it is no longer important to keep an eye on He Cheng.

He Cheng is happy about this, this is scientific pig breeding, as long as the time is ripe, he will slaughter and eat meat.

It's daytime again.

He Cheng pushed the wheelbarrow he had easily obtained, searching for nearby living creatures.

The nearby villages not only died from the zombie army, but also destroyed by He Cheng's hand, and the more people were killed, the fewer people were killed, and the blood supply could not keep up.

After a day of wandering, and he had to go adrift, He Cheng was also sighing in his heart, only if there was enough blood, it would be more successful to raise the corpse, otherwise he could only wait.

He is most disgusted and so on.

Coincidentally, there were seven or eight sword-wielding warriors on the forest path ahead.

"Senior brother, this is already the first village?"

"The eighth, and every one of them is empty."

"Could it be the Sun and Moon Cult?"

"Maybe it's the Five Poisons Sect, arresting people and testing drugs, but eight villages, at least one or two thousand people, this is too much."

"The master asked us to go to the Huashan faction, but he didn't let us meddle in our affairs."

"The local government doesn't care, we can't ignore it, senior brother!"

The brothers and sisters quarreled with each other, and their faces were red and their necks were thick for this.

"Stop arguing!" The eldest brother shouted.

"Don't forget the master's orders!"

The brothers shut up and didn't dare to speak again.

He Cheng rubbed shoulders with this group of martial arts knights.

"Wait!"

Senior Brother Chivalry said suddenly.

"This little brother"

He turned around and looked at He Cheng, his face was like jade, he was very handsome, and he was wearing brocade clothes but pushing a wheelbarrow, which was really strange.

"What's the matter?" He Cheng looked at the expressions of several people for a while, stopped and asked.

"Little brother, those people in villages and towns disappeared without a trace, do you know the reason?"

"Know," He Cheng nodded very dryly.

"Do you know where they're going?"

"I know it too"

The first junior brother breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, we thought that the people were persecuted by the wicked. ”

"I'll leave if it's okay, there's something urgent" He Cheng lifted the handlebar and pushed the wheelbarrow to leave.

"Wait!" The senior brother shouted to stop again.

"The little brother may tell me why they left and where they are going?"

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He Cheng lost the wheelbarrow.

The knights immediately put their hands on the hilt of their swords, and the atmosphere was tense.

"You smell of blood on your body, and you have blood clots on your boots, you are a person who has stepped on a pool of blood for a long time," the senior brother pointed out the problem.

"You heroes, all day long thinking about doing the right thing for the sky, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, are you too full?"

"Wow"

"Wow"

"Wow"

“”

The sword is unsheathed and the sword array is formed.

"They must have been poisoned by you!"

"Alas"

He Cheng sighed, his hands drooped casually, and long black nails popped out.

Take a step forward and wave your arms.

"Kill!"

Seeing him act, the knights immediately reacted, and seven or eight swords stabbed from all directions, easily piercing He Cheng's body.

Fingernails rubbing against the neck too.

Poof

"Ahh

"Senior brother!" Several people saw their senior brother holding his neck and falling back, and wanted to pull out the sword inserted in He Cheng's body and help him.

He Cheng spun in circles and stuck his sword.

Broke the sword out of the hands of several men.

He Cheng, who was pierced into an iron hedgehog, did not weaken in the slightest, and pounced on the other person, without weapons in his hands, and the knights who had never seen such a battle were already frightened.

Like a wooden man, he was easily slain in place.

After a cup of tea,

Poof

Ding!

"It hurts" He Cheng pulled out the last sword on his body and threw it on the ground.

There were also seven or eight corpses lying sideways.

"With the blood of these second- and third-rate martial arts masters, raising corpses is almost enough."

"A rookie young man, why do you think about eliminating violence and peace every day? But it's okay, if everyone in the world is the same as Yue Buqun, that's my trouble. ”

He Cheng loaded the corpses on the wheelbarrow one by one: "People who practice martial arts are really vigorous in qi and blood, and ordinary cultivators can't compare to them." ”

Laboriously pushed the car up and rushed towards the town where Lu Dayou was hidden.

Just two hours after he left, a cold-faced middle-aged man stepped on light skills from the other direction, and the traces of battle on the ground attracted his attention.

"It's Chen'er's sword!"

The middle-aged man squatted on the ground and pinched a handful of dirt: "The rut is deep, the wheelbarrow, at least eight people are loaded with such a lot of brute force!" Chen'er, their life and death are unknown! I don't know whether the factory is alive or dead, my official career is slim, and at this time, there is another incident."

The middle-aged man no longer hesitated, stepped on the light work, and chased straight along the wheel print.