Looking at the murderous five people running with sticks, Xie Meng was shocked, "Ah! He jumped up and hid directly behind Lin Hao.

Lin Hao didn't have a weapon in his hand, and he didn't dare to use his soul power easily. Last time, Phantom Ji had told him that using soul power was likely to attract monsters. If you attract someone like the Mastiff King, or even stronger than the Mastiff King, then the game is over. But with his bare hands, how can he deal with these five vicious guys in front of him.

Because the distance was too close, in the blink of an eye, the five of them rushed to the front.

"Fuck you!"

A bandit with a head dyed grass green was the first to rush forward and slash at Lin Hao with a knife. Lin Hao dodged sideways and kicked on the opponent's waist. The green hair snorted and fell directly into a dog eating.

At this time, the other four people also brandished machetes and sticks to greet Lin Hao. Lin Hao was hit with a few sticks on his arms and shoulders, and he was slashed in the chest, but fortunately he wore a riot uniform. And Xie Meng was also hit in the forehead, swollen up a big bag.

The dozen or so people standing behind the old man were still huddled together, and no one helped them, just watching this scene with an indifferent face.

"Your sister's!"

Lin Hao and Xie Meng were forced to the side of the treasure and cultural relics. Looking at the four bandits who stuck up, Lin Hao didn't even think about it, grabbed a copper kettle and threw it at the four of them.

"Ahh

The bandit with Mohican's head was hit by a copper kettle and fell to the ground, and his face was covered with blood in an instant. He covered his face and rolled in pain.

Lin Hao was overjoyed when he saw that the bandit was smashed, and no matter what he had in his hand, he copied it and threw it at the bandit. And Xie Meng also smashed it. In the blink of an eye, the remaining three bandits were smashed and jumped up and down like monkeys.

"Girl! Be merciful, that's the beast shape of the Shang Dynasty! ”

See Xie Meng throw out a bronze vessel the size of a brick. The old man lying on the ground was in a hurry, propping up his body with his hands on the ground and shouting at his throat.

"Eh! Young man, that can't be thrown, that's the blue and white flower mouth plate of the Ming Dynasty! ”

Seeing Lin Hao pick up a blue and white plate, the old man hurriedly waved his hand to stop Lin Hao. But Lin Hao didn't have time to take care of this old man, compared with cultural relics, his own life was more important.

"Ahem! You two losers, stop it, it's a treasure left by your ancestors, stop it! You two will become historical sinners, and you will be written in textbooks! ”

The old man was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, if he had crutches in his hand, he would have to kill the two little bastards in front of him.

When the old man said this, he really frightened Lin Hao Xie Meng. Just what Lin Hao and Xie Meng threw out just now, if they want to convert it into banknotes, at least three or four hundred million are gone. Although Lin Hao was afraid of death, his name was written into the textbook, and he was cursed by generations of primary and secondary school students, and he was not at ease when he died.

Just when Lin Hao and Xie Meng were stunned, the three bandits had already rushed up.

"Ahh

Looking at the machete swung by the other party, Xie Meng was shocked. Lin Hao was about to use his soul power, and at a glance, he found that there was a black iron bar inserted in the bronze tripod, and he casually pulled it out and swung it towards the machete.

"Boom! Bang Dang!"

As soon as the machete came into contact with the black iron bar, it was instantly broken in two. The bandit with the knife was stunned, and Lin Hao smashed the black iron bar on his head.

"Click!" The bandit's head was instantly opened, and blood splattered his face. Except for Liu Mingyou, this is the second human killed by Lin Hao since the end of his life.

Seeing that his brother was stoned to death, the other two were shocked and angry, one waved the iron pipe, and the other took a machete to attack Lin Hao from both sides. At this moment, "Whew! A sharp arrow pierced the neck of the knife-wielding bandit. Lin Hao glanced up and found that at this time, the hanging basket had stopped shaking and was hanging in the air four or five meters above the ground, while Sun Peng was looking at him with a bow with a look of arrogance.

The corners of Lin Hao's mouth curled, and he gave an approving look. At this time, the bandit with the iron pipe was already frightened, and when he looked around, he was the only one standing. Taking advantage of his unsteady mind, Lin Hao swung the iron bar and smashed it at the bandit. The opponent waved the iron pipe to block, and the iron pipe was instantly smashed into a V-shape. Immediately afterwards, Lin Hao took a fierce step forward and stabbed the iron bar forward, directly penetrating the abdomen of the bandit with the knife. The eyes of the bandit with the knife instantly lost their vitality, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Lin Hao looked at the iron bar in his hand, this iron bar was dark all over, and it was full of irregular textures. In appearance, it resembles a sword, but although it has a tip and handle, it has no blade.

"Ahem! This is the ink sword! ”

The old man coughed. Watching Lin Hao beat a group of bandits to death or injury, the old man was shocked, he didn't expect this very handsome young man in front of him to shoot so ruthlessly.

"Mo Jian, why is it so powerful, is there any origin!" Lin Hao asked curiously. He had been short of a weapon to handy, this strange ink sword, not only hard, but also very easy to carry without a blade.

"Legend has it that it was created from a stone that fell from the sky in ancient times, and it is actually a special black meteorite. This sword is not a weapon, it was placed in the house by the ancients. There are many wild histories that mention that this sword has the effect of calming the soul and promoting sleep, and it is a very precious historical relic. When the old man talked about the treasure, his eyes immediately lit up and he seemed to have a lot better wounds on his body.

"Don't let them run!"

Seeing the green hair lying on the ground and the mohican, who was smashed in the face, about to escape, the dozen or so survivors who were scared like quails just now picked up the machetes and iron rods on the ground and chased the two desperately with angry faces. The two people who were beaten cried and cried for their mother, begging for mercy again and again. These dozen or so people seemed to have sprinkled all their grievances since the end of the world on these two unlucky people, and they beat them to death in a daze, and their feces and urine flowed all over the ground.

Lin Hao looked at the scene in front of him coldly, his face full of disdain. The old man sighed and shook his head again and again.

Lin Hao and Xie Meng helped the old man up and let him sit on a copper tripod.

After some inquiry, I learned that the old man's name was Qin Guanhai, who was the old director of this museum and had retired. Qin Lao is an empty nester with a pair of children, a daughter in the imperial capital and a son abroad.

I heard that a number of precious cultural relics are to be exhibited in the Zhongyang Museum, especially the ink sword that was exhibited for the first time. Qin Lao studied this very much, and always wanted to see the real thing, so he came to the museum, but he didn't expect to be trapped here. The dozen or so survivors also came to see the artifacts.

"What's going on with these scumbags?"

Lin Hao looked at the corpse on the ground and asked.

"They came to rob cultural relics, there were originally more than a dozen people, and in the process of collecting cultural relics, seven or eight people were bitten to death by zombies. I saw them throwing these relics around, worried about smashing them, but after just a few words, they were beaten, but fortunately this old bone can still be carried. ”

"Grab the relics!"

Xie Meng and Lin Hao said in unison. They really couldn't imagine that someone would go to the museum to grab cultural relics, what a strange idea. Even if cultural relics are snatched, it is difficult to transport them out. Lin Hao suddenly realized that they had seen the situation in the whole city on a hot air balloon, but more people had not yet figured out the situation.

"Old Qin, why didn't I see zombies!"

Xie Meng looked around, and there was no shadow of a zombie in the hall.

"We're on the second floor, and the zombies are on the first floor. There are two zombies below who are very powerful, most of their manpower was killed by those two zombies, they sealed the passage, so the zombies can't get in, and now they can only take the elevator up and down the stairs! Qin Lao explained.

"What kind of zombie, so powerful?" Lin Hao was very curious. The most powerful zombie he's ever encountered is the Mastiff King. Could it be that the two zombies on the first floor are even more powerful than the mastiff king.

"Those bandits call them Iron Corpses!" Saying these two words, the corners of Qin Lao's mouth twitched unconsciously, and his face was even more ugly, obviously still having lingering feelings about that iron corpse. And the dozen or so survivors who were cleaning up the bodies of the bandits shook their bodies when they heard these two words.