||->-> Chapter 348 of the main text is stiff

The Taoist blocked in front of Ding Ermiao, deliberately blocking Ding Ermiao's sight, not letting him look at the zombies, obviously being a thief, how could Ding Ermiao not see it?

"Hehe, I see that your method of driving out corpses is different from mine, so I'm here to ask for experience." Ding Ermiao paced slowly and said:

"Why don't your zombies jump around, but alternate between left and right feet? My master said that zombies have the way of zombies, and people have the way of walking. Walking on these two legs alternately, is it a human or a zombie? ”

Just now, Ding Ermiao noticed that although the three zombies in front of the Taoist were walking stiffly, they were not zombie routines when they raised their feet and stepped forward.

The Taoist looked at it again, and said unhurriedly: "There are many sects in the world that drive out corpses, and each has its own means. This is related to the secret of the sect, and the poor Dao cannot explain it to outsiders, so please forgive the Taoist friends. ”

These words can also explain the past. The secret of the sect is equivalent to the undefeated sunflower treasure book of the East, and it is also common sense that people do not pass it on to the outside world.

"Haha, forget it if you don't say it, but I have one more thing to figure out." Ding Ermiao said.

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The Taoist asked lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

Ding Ermiao smiled, touched his chin and said, "I told you just now, I am also a corpse chaser." But just now I had diarrhea, so I squatted in the thatch to solve the problem. When I got up, I saw a zombie running. Now I suspect that my zombie is coming to you, I want to check it! ”

"You're ......!" The Taoist was furious, opened his hand, stopped Ding Ermiao, who was about to come forward, and said: "Don't mess around, if the breath of the living startles the zombies and causes the zombies to become corpses, you and I will die here!" ”

"I'm responsible for causing the corpse mutiny!" Ding Ermiao opened the Taoist's hand, pushed the Taoist aside, stepped forward, and reached out to tear off the paper talisman on the faces of the three zombies.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The wind behind him sounded, and the Taoist pounced on him with a roar, and in his hand was a dagger with cold light.

Ding Ermiao had already taken precautions, one side of the body gave way to the blade, his right hand became a claw, and he held it to the wrist of the Taoist holding the knife, which was a grasping technique of entering the white blade empty-handed.

But although the Taoist was old, his skills were not weak, he kept coming, bent his right arm, and the tip of his elbow hit Ding Ermiao's right chest.

"Hey, isn't your kung fu good?" As soon as Ding Ermiao turned around, when he staggered shoulders with the Taoist, he also elbowed out and hit the back of the Taoist.

As the saying goes, it's better to take ten punches than an elbow. The Taoist was hit by Ding Ermiao's elbow, and he couldn't hold it under his feet, so he pounced on the three zombies in front of him with a wow.

The three zombies were also so frightened that they whimpered and scrambled to avoid them. But the three zombies were stiff, and this time they were in a hurry, and they pounced and fell to the ground one after another.

The Taoist pounced forward and jumped up. Turning around, the whisk that had been placed diagonally on his shoulder was already in his left hand.

It seems that this dust whisk is also a weapon of the old way.

"Boy, acquaintances, don't meddle in your affairs, otherwise, Dao Ye will send you to the West Heaven!" The old man's eyes, as sinister as a vulture, forced Ding Ermiao.

In the roar of the dragon and the tiger, 10,000 people slowly came out of their sheaths. Ding Ermiao was overjoyed and angry, and said, "Okay, I'll come to teach you good kung fu!" ”

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to vote!" Lao Dao put the dagger in his waist, handed the dust to his right hand, stepped on the middle palace and went straight forward, waved the dust, and shouted: "Look at the fight!" ”

Ding Ermiao smiled and raised his sword to greet him. The old-fashioned dusty silver filament, but I don't know what the material is, Ding Ermiao plans to give him a few swords, cut off those silver filaments, and let his whisk turn into a burning stick.

Who knew that the weapons of the two sides had not yet clashed, but in the eyes of the old man, he suddenly became fierce!

Ding Ermiao secretly said that it was not good, but it was already a step too late. I only heard a crisp clicking sound on the dust of the old road, and then, more than a dozen silver threads shot at Ding Ermiao's face!

It turns out that the old way of dust whisk hidden mechanism, with a bracket in the handle, can fire a thin needle and other hidden weapons.

The distance between the two sides was too close, Ding Ermiao didn't have time to dodge, and hurriedly raised his left arm to protect his eyes, and at the same time, in order to prevent the other party's follow-up killing moves, he turned around and slashed out a sword!

After the sword was slashed, Ding Ermiao felt a numbness and pain on his left arm and cheek, needless to say, he had naturally been shot by the old man's hidden weapon.

Generally speaking, if you feel numb, then there must be poison in the hidden weapon. Ding Ermiao was even more frightened, relying on his feelings, he estimated the direction of the old road, and kept swinging his sword.

In an instant, Ding Ermiao had already swung out seven or eight swords, only to hear the old man's scream, his voice was very embarrassing, and he seemed to have been hit.

Ding Ermiao kept dancing the sword, protecting his whole body in the style of wind and rain in all directions, and then withdrew his left hand blocking his eyes to see the movements of the old way.

Under the dim moonlight, I saw the old road castrating like flying, running wildly towards the southwest!

Obviously, Lao Dao knew that he was not an opponent and did not dare to fight, so he had to choose to flee in a hurry, and his life was important.

"Don't run!" Ding Ermiao shouted loudly and chased after him. But after chasing out more than a dozen steps, I only felt that my breath was stagnant, there was a slight feeling of tightness in my chest, and the tingling sensation on my face and left arm was even worse.

Knowing that the poison on the poison needle began to emanate, Ding Ermiao didn't dare to chase anymore, stopped, groped with his hands, and pulled out a few silver needles on his face first.

The silver needle is as thin as a cow's hair, and it is an inch long, and I don't know what kind of poison it carries. Ding Ermiao pulled out several needles from his left arm together, wrapped them in a piece of paper, and then took out a detoxification and blood invigorating pill from his backpack and threw it in his mouth. I was afraid that the amount of medicine would not be enough, so after thinking about it, Ding Ermiao added another one.

Touching his cheek, where the needle was in place, a bag the size of a coin had been swollen, and he pressed it down with his hand, and the iron was hard.

Lifting the clothes on his left arm, he found that the place where the needle was in the middle was also the same, red and swollen.

Seeing that the wound was red but not black, Ding Ermiao knew that this toxicity was not too powerful. And because the poison is applied to the cow hair needle, the dose carried is also very limited, and the antidote pill just taken should be able to dissolve this little poison.

However, the poisonous needle did not hit the eye just now, which is a great luck, otherwise this toxicity, even if it does not cause blindness, it will have a great impact on your future vision.

Looking back at the direction of Lao Dao's escape, there was no one long ago.

Ding Ermiao sighed, held 10,000 people in his hand, and walked towards the three zombies.

When the zombies saw Ding Ermiao coming over, they all whined together, shook their heads and nodded, not knowing what they wanted to express.

Only one of them, whose voice seemed vaguely recognizable, seemed to say: "Help me, save me......"

Zombies can talk, and they are clearly not zombies anymore. But what puzzled Ding Ermiao was that these people had a strong corpse aura and a cold dead aura on their bodies. The only thing that is imperceptible is the gentle breath of the living......

Could it be that they, like Gu Qinglan, were also poisoned by corpses and gradually became stiff?