Zhuang Yichen looked at its already slow pace, tightened the spear in his hand, and prepared to fight with it. The way the Sinking Demon attacked was very monotonous, it rushed over, still raising the stick in its hand and smashing it at Zhuang Yichen. After the last experience, Zhuang Yichen easily avoided its attack, and then took advantage of the gap when it was unable to retract, raised the homemade spear in his hand and stabbed it fiercely.

Zhuang Yichen tried his best to eat this blow, only to hear the sound of a spear entering the flesh, and the fruit knife tied to the front of the spear sent a knife tip into the stomach of the Sinking Demon, and then there was no more. Before Zhuang Yichen could scold his mother, he heard the sound of whirring wind ringing in his ears again.

"!!" He scolded angrily in his heart, this Sinking Demon's defense is too TM perverted! I thought so in my heart, but I didn't even have time to withdraw the spear in my hand, so I hurriedly hid to the side.

Dodged this killer blow again, and before Zhuang Yichen could catch his breath, he saw an extremely ugly face infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes, and the heavy gasp pounced on his face with a fishy breath.

"it!" Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart, and he was directly pressed under this disgusting thing!

The Sinking Demon opened its bloody mouth and was about to gnaw at Zhuang Yichen's neck. At this critical moment, a pistol suddenly appeared out of thin air in Zhuang Yichen's hand, and the muzzle of the black hole hole was tightly pressed against the head of the Sinking Demon. There was a hideous wound with deep bones, which the police had left for it before.

"Bang!" The guns rang out, and the tremendous power of the May Fourth pistol was vividly reflected at this moment. A bullet carried a huge amount of kinetic energy, easily piercing the already battered skull of the Fallen Demon.

"Fuck you!" Zhuang Yichen wiped a handful of blood on his face, and kicked the Sinking Demon off his body with a disgusting expression. He stood up and rubbed his right hand, which was numb from the shock, fortunately this pistol saved his life this time, otherwise he would have confessed here today.

He checked the gun in his hand, there were three bullets left, and the front sight of the gun had been broken when he fell from the stairs, but it didn't affect his use. The quality and power of this 54-style pistol really deserve its name!

Putting the gun into the space, Zhuang Yichen didn't dare to delay. Immediately ready to cast the magic of necromancy, this corpse is the most precious reward of his trip.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into his body. The pure mana source in the source of mana was slowly mobilized out of the body. When he first learned this magic, the Tower of the Dead had already engraved the method of how to cast spells in Zhuang Yichen's mind, so he was extremely skilled at casting it at this time.

The source of magic power in the body was constructed into a mysterious small rune, which slowly suspended on Zhuang Yichen's palm, Zhuang Yichen opened his eyes and aimed at the finger of the Sinking Demon on the ground, and the small rune immediately turned into a black streamer and submerged into the Sinking Demon's body.

With the submergence of the point of light, an astonishing scene occurred. The Fallen Demon's body began to wriggle, as if there were countless bugs shuttling under its skin. After a few seconds of this strange situation, its whole body burst into huge cracks, and white bones emerged from it.

Zhuang Yichen's spirit radiated out of his body, and with his cultivation in the past few days, his spiritual power had also grown a lot. In his perception, all the energy in the Sinking Demon's body poured into its bones. The resentment, unwillingness, violence, and all other negative emotions that remained in the air at the time of his death were all inhaled into the body little by little, mixed with the original soul energy remaining in the body, and finally compressed into a jumping soul fire, burning quietly in its empty eye sockets.

"At your command, master." A divine thought entered Zhuang Yichen's brain, and at the same time, Zhuang Yichen also added an imprint to his spiritual power, and the imprint made his head a lot heavier.

It seems that this summoning really needs to be strong enough to afford it. He shook his head, and after a moment of habituation, he looked carefully at the summoned necromantic creature in front of him.

Its appearance has not changed much from its original appearance, except that it has become a pale skeleton. Zhuang Yichen tried to give it an order, and the Sinking Demon obediently took a few steps forward. Then he tried to communicate with it again, but this time to no avail. The skeleton didn't have much intelligence, it was just able to carry out his orders.

After successfully summoning the first Necromancy, the summoning space attached to the Tower of the Dead is also opened. Zhuang Yichen was like a child who had gotten a new toy, excitedly directing the little skeleton to play for a while, and then he was a little unsatisfied, let it take its original weapon, and then retract it into the necromantic space.

This Sinking Demon Skeleton has maintained about eighty percent of its original strength, but because its body is a skeleton, its flexibility is not even half of its original. However, Zhuang Yichen is already very satisfied with such strength, which is equivalent to having an extra meat shield with infinite strength in future battles, and he is tireless, not afraid of pain, and absolutely loyal to himself.

Retracting the Sinking Demon Skeleton, Zhuang Yichen glanced at the rotten flesh left over from the summoning of the necromancer on the ground, and then picked up the spear from before and walked quickly down the stairs to the second floor. Before the end of the world, the second floor was a Western restaurant. He wanted to find a lot of food in the back kitchens of these restaurants.

On the second floor, there was a mess of the floor, with elegant and delicate chairs and a few foreign oil paintings hanging on the walls, scattered on the ground, and some tables still had plates that had not had time to be taken away, the remaining food on the plates had already spoiled, and a few maggots were happily burrowing through a plate of rotten pasta. An unpleasant rancid stench permeated the entire second floor.

Zhuang Yichen here has been a few times before the disaster, at that time it was the best place for people to rest for shopping in the mall, the decoration style is extremely bourgeoisie, and the price is extremely gorgeous.

Like most similar places in the city, they put all their thought into decoration and decoration, and then put a cup of instant Nestle for the price of cat poop coffee for those little white-collar workers who exchanged their lives for money, here to enjoy the nobility and elegance of life.

Zhuang Yichen searched the entire second floor, but he didn't get much gain. The food in the back kitchen of this restaurant seems to have been looted by someone else, and even the freezer is only a few spoiled meat and seafood.

Just as Zhuang Yichen was about to leave here disappointed, a wanton wild laugh suddenly reached his ears, the laughter was very small, but it couldn't hide from Zhuang Yichen's ears.

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