After Wu Lin killed a white-haired stiff, he turned his head and gave me a smile as if he were ostentatious.

Just now I felt that Wu Lin was a little wrong, when the corpse qi appeared, he was obviously a little nervous, but when the corpse qi approached, he actually became excited again, and now the smile on his face was full of provocation, which made me feel more and more as if he had become a completely different person.

During the short time I spent with Wu Lin, my impression of him can be described in three words: safe, competitive, and elusive at the same time.

But at this moment, Wu Lin is only elusive.

He beckoned to me from afar: "I've killed one." ”

The voice of the voice is that if I don't hurry up, I'm going to lose to him.

As he spoke, the beam of the flashlight shining from my side illuminated a large area of rotten face, which was almost attached to Wu Lin's shoulder.

Fortunately, although Wu Lin put some of his energy on my side, his reaction speed was still very fast, and at the same time that face appeared, he quickly turned around, shook his arm violently, and smashed the butt of the gun on the top of Bai Mao's head.

The butt of the gun was also hard enough, and when I heard a muffled sound of "bang", the white-haired head collapsed in half like a coconut shell.

After killing the second white-haired zombie, Wu Lin turned around and smiled again.

In addition to provocation, there was also a chilling and dangerous aura in this smile, and I had a feeling at that time, as if in Wu Lin's eyes, his enemy was not those white-haired zombies, but me.

I hesitated at that moment, I couldn't be sure if Wu Lin was a teammate on my side or an enemy with murderous intentions against me.

This hesitation lasted for about five or six seconds, and finally I opened my legs and walked towards Wu Lin's side.

Even though Wu Lin exuded a dangerous aura that made people palpitate all over his body, I still planned to believe him for the time being, because there was a clear look in his eyes that never seemed to fade.

It's the first time I've seen such clean eyes after living so big.

As I walked, the flashlight beam kept swaying around at the frequency of the swing of my arm, and the white-haired stiff was not moving slowly towards us, the beam sometimes shining on their legs, and the patches of white-haired carrion hung from tattered clothes, and some of them had a small section of bone exposed, swaying indiscriminately in the white specks of light. Sometimes the beam hits them on their bodies and faces, and it's another rancid sight.

Now I don't feel the slightest fear when facing the white hair stiffness, but the nausea they bring me can stay in my mind for at least a month.

When Wu Lin saw that I had moved away, he began to wield the butt of the gun even harder.

Fast, ruthless, accurate, these three words were best reflected in him, every few seconds, there were five or six white-haired stiff heads opened, and Wu Lin's body was soon covered with slimy liquid, I don't know if it was brain pulp or corpse oil.

I walked up to him, bit the tip of my tongue, and threw up my neck to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

As early as when I was in the ice room, I used the technique of surging the evil to suppress the dragon's body, and of course it was not a problem to deal with a few small white-haired zombies.

This mouthful of blood spurted out, and the five or six white-haired zombies standing directly opposite me were immediately attacked, and after they were stained with my blood, the corpse qi in their bodies was almost instantly "burned" by the evil qi in the blood.

It is recorded in the classics of the family that the corpse qi is equivalent to the blood of human beings for the evil corpse, and if the blood is drained, the person will die, and if the evil corpse is dispersed, it will not survive.

As soon as the five or six white-haired zombies in front of me fell, I threw my head up and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist with all my might.

This time, the area covered by the blood was even larger, and even the few white-haired zombies close to Wu Lin were affected, and they were burned all over their bodies on the spot.

In the past, I also knew that blood evil could dispel evil spirits, but I didn't expect it to have such a miraculous effect when used against evil corpses.

Wu Lin noticed that the white hair next to him was stiff, and immediately turned his head to look at me, when I was turning my neck to spurt blood around, and for a very short moment, my eyes happened to meet him.

After spraying this mouthful of blood, I plan to wait for the blood on the tip of my tongue to flow back slightly, and wait for the white hair stiff in the back to get closer before spraying the next mouthful.

Wu Lin came to me before I squirted blood, and said to me very unhappily: "You are cheating. ”

"It's not cheating, it's a specialization," I said, "You're a mercenary, I'm a warlock, so I'm good at fiddling with firearms, I'm good at magic." ”

Wu Lin: "I'm not a mercenary, I'm a killer." ”

I said, "I thought killers were a type of mercenary." ”

Wu Lin: "A killer and a mercenary are not the same thing at all. ”

At this time, the wound on the tip of my tongue had almost healed, and it happened that the white hair stiff had also been pressed, so I didn't talk nonsense, and bit the tip of my tongue again, and it was a mouthful of blood against those rotten evil corpses.

Wu Lin was not idle, he immediately threw off the butt of the gun and moved left and right in the group of corpses.

White-haired zombies have no intelligence, they only act on instinct.

Now these white-haired zombies are all aimed at the yang energy on me and Wu Lin, and they are standing in a long line without fear of death, as if they are willingly waiting for me and Wu Lin to harvest them one by one.

There were more and more white hairs stiff by Wu Lin, and more and more blood spurted out of my mouth, and the air was filled with a hot vapor made of moisture, mucus, and blood, and the beam of the flashlight swayed up and down, making the shadows of the corpses also shake, and the strong smell mixed with rancid and bloody made this chaotic and strange scene a little more disgusting.

I don't know how to describe how I felt at the time, but if I had to sum it up in one word, I think "irritability" is a slightly more appropriate word.

On the surface, these white-haired stiffs seemed to be easier to deal with than the dirt crows that came out of the waterholes, but as the large swaths of white-haired stiffs fell to the ground, I felt a little apprehensive.

I have a vague feeling that the reason why these white-haired zombies are gathered together seems to be due to the tendency of some kind of force.

Thinking that the fierce god had appeared with the evil corpse, I couldn't help but guess that maybe the fierce god was hiding in the dark, silently looking at me and Wu Lin with its pure black eyes.

Or, the guys hiding in the dark are not fierce gods, but those who entered here before me and Wu Lin.

Wu Lin and I both clearly felt that we were being watched, but we didn't know where those eyes were, let alone who they belonged to.

Wu Lin swung the butt of his gun to smash the white hair stiff over, and at the same time looked around from time to time, and every time he twisted his neck to look behind him, so that the skin on his neck was twisted, I could feel the irritability in his eyes.

We didn't count how many white hairy zombies we killed, we just kept killing and kept moving forward.

The blood on the tip of my tongue has not yet been used up, the butt of Wu Lin's gun has not been smashed, the last batch of white hair stiffs have fallen to the ground, and the rancid smell in the air has finally stopped getting stronger.

Wu Lin stood there and gasped for breath, then he picked up his flashlight and shot at the ground twenty meters away.

Where the beam hit, there were two or three irregularly shaped holes, and around the holes were scattered a large number of broken palm bricks and wet dirt, as well as a few scattered pieces of rags.

I also picked up my flashlight and swept the light in front of me, and everywhere the beam passed, there were holes like this.

Wu Lin smacked his tongue beside me and said, "After a long time, these zombies all crawled out of the ground. ”

I quickly approached a hole, crouched down, picked up a pinch of dirt on the ground, sniffed it, and slammed the beam into the hole.

The burrow was so deep that the light couldn't reach the bottom at all, and on the surface, those white hairs should have been dug up from a deep underground.

They dug through at least 100 meters of dirt and rock before they broke through the palm bricks to the ground.

But is it possible? Although the bones of the white hairs were harder than those of living people, they were not much harder, and their muscles were severely rotten, so they simply did not have the strength to grasp through such deep soil and rock.

Moreover, the soil clearly carries the breath of the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, but in addition to the breath of the Republic of China, there is almost no other atmosphere of the era on the white hair stiff.

If they were excavated from the soil, why didn't they have the age of the soil on them, and I didn't see much dirt on the white hairy stiff just now.

I was thinking about something like that when Wu Lin suddenly turned around and shot the light behind me.

His sudden action immediately alerted me, and I quickly looked back behind me, seeing nothing but the flickering beams and darkness.

Wu Lin pulled his hand down, and the beam of the flashlight also fell diagonally at his feet.

I asked him, "What's going on?" ”

Wu Lin was silent for a moment before speaking: "Just now, someone may be following us, and I have a feeling of being spied on." ”

I agree: "I feel that way too. ”

"I used to think that I was a master of stealth," Wu Lin said a little depressedly, "only I can follow others, and no one can follow me...... That guy is better than I am. ”

I hit the flashlight near Wu Lin's armpits, so that the afterglow of the beam could reflect the expression on his face.

His tone was normal, but there was a palpable impatience in his expression, and a excitement that I couldn't understand.

Wu Lin noticed that I was observing his expression, so he looked at me with a frown.

I asked him, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Wu Lin: "What's wrong with me?" ”

I said, "The way you look now doesn't look like before." ”

Wu Lin was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand at me: "It seems that the things in my stomach have come out again." It's okay, don't worry about it, it'll be fine after a while. ”

Although I would love to ask, "What's in your stomach?" But seeing that he didn't want to say more, he didn't ask more.

(End of chapter)