After Yang Mo finished shouting, Xia Ling'er bit her lip, then stood by the window and began to urge the wooden talisman in her hand.

Immediately after, the misty abyss outside the window was broken by the golden light, revealing a membrane blocking the outside world.

Seeing this, Yang Mo got up and jumped to the window, and after splitting the membrane with a sword, he picked up Xia Ling'er and threw it towards the breach.

At the same time, the white spider silk on the roof reappeared, rushing straight to Xia Ling'er.

After Yang Mo saw it, the black sword in his hand was unfurled, and he rushed straight towards the spider silk.

Although the sharp black sword cut several spider silks in a row, it still seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and slowly stopped.

At this time, he heard Xia Ling'er shouting outside: "Childe, if you hold on, I will call that Yan Chixia to save you immediately." ”

Seeing that the spider silk around him was constantly entwining towards him, Yang Mo held the sword in his backhand and stuck it on his back, and then let the spider silk wrap him.

After feeling the spider silk lifting him, Yang Mo held the hilt of the sword hard, gritted his teeth and pulled it out forcefully.

The black sword carried a string of blood, and while cutting off the spider silk, it also cut a deep wound on Yang Mo's back.

But through this self-mutilation, he managed to make a hole in the spider silk that wrapped around him, and then escaped through the spider web.

When he fell to the ground, he didn't care about the pain in his back when he saw a dozen dark nails handed to him.

When he sent Xia Ling'er away, those zombies had completely occupied the room and surrounded him.

In his hurry, he only felt a pain in his left shoulder, and saw that his shoulder was scratched by a zombie, and blood flowed on the spot.

The black sword swept out, sweeping out a space with a raging purple true qi, and he hurriedly took advantage of the momentum to roll and arrived at the partition wall on the side of the room.

Immediately after, he slammed the wooden plank of the partition wall, and the whole person threw himself into the next room, which was considered to solve the danger of being besieged.

Seeing those dead bodies rushing in from the hole he had knocked open, Yang Mo hurriedly stepped forward to continue to resist, but after a few moves, there was a sore feeling from the wound on his left shoulder.

The blood that flowed from the place where he scratched the corpse's nails had turned black and gave off a fishy stench.

"Damn, eighty percent of them have been poisoned by some kind of corpse, I hope Xia Ling'er can hurry up"

Yang Mo was talking to himself, but in the silent inn, except for the dead body in front of him silently rushing towards him, no one would answer him.

Gradually, in the darkness, Yang Mo couldn't remember how long he had resisted.

He was chased by zombies and smashed several partition walls one after another, and he had reached the last room on the second floor of the inn.

Just now he smashed the wooden wall of this house again, and saw that there was an abyss outside, and it was obvious that there was no way back.

On the left shoulder, because of the invasion of corpse poison, the entire left arm became a little numb, and the numbness was still spreading to the whole body.

But at the same time, in the non-stop battle, his wide-open swordsmanship also made him more and more proficient.

He also had a lot of comprehension of this skill of using force to make a sword, and the sword intent in his heart began to slowly absorb these comprehensions.

I don't know how long it took, when his internal strength was running out, in a trance, he seemed to feel that he had realized something.

After that, the black sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out with what seemed to be a little slow, but with an irresistible momentum.

Above the tip of the sword, a transparent aura opened like an umbrella in the darkness, crashing into the zombie that was rushing towards him.

Under the attack of this sword, the zombies that could not be hurt by the black sword no matter how they slashed were directly shattered.

The umbrella-like energy roared all the way, shattering at least three or four zombies before it was slowly consumed.

But although Yang Mo used this powerful move, the few internal forces in his body were completely exhausted.

Even after using this blow, his intuition was sore, and he couldn't hold the black sword in his hand, and he was knocked out by the zombie.

Yang Mo, who didn't have the slightest strength to resist, slumped in the corner of the wall, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw that the jet-black nails were about to fall on his face.

But just when he thought he was going to die, there was a sudden boom, and a golden flame broke through the wall beside him.

After this golden flame rushed into the room, it directly slammed into the zombie that was attacking him, cutting the zombie into two pieces on the spot.

The golden light flame was this blow, which made Yang Mo, who had walked around in front of the ghost gate and his life hanging by a thread, survive again.

After saving Yang Mo, the golden flame of light walked up and down the room and began to slaughter those zombies.

When the originally invulnerable zombie touches this golden flame, it is like butter encountering a hot knife, and it is cut to pieces in an instant.

After a few back and forth, the zombies in the inn were killed, and only then did Yang Mo see clearly that in this golden light flame, it turned out to be a golden sword.

After killing all the zombies, immediately outside the inn, a rough voice sounded.

"Excalibur, return to the sheath!"

With a sound, the sword that burned with golden light smashed through the wall and flew out again.

However, although he was saved, because of the corpse poison, Yang Mo's consciousness had begun to be a little confused, and he was about to be unable to hold on.

But before he passed out, he seemed to hear the old and gloomy voice in the lobby.

"The master spares his life, the little demon knows that he is wrong!"

"You old spider, you are banned here, and you want to harm people, I, Yan Chixia, will definitely subdue demons and subdue demons today, heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is ......."

In the drowsiness, Yang Mo was awakened by the dazzling sunlight.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to feel his head buzzing and his whole body aching.

Looking around, he found that he was lying in a clean house, and next to his bed, Xia Ling'er was sleeping on her stomach.

However, the girl seemed to feel that Yang Mo woke up, rubbed her eyes and looked up, and showed a happy expression.

"Childe, you finally woke up, you didn't know that you had been in a coma for two days and two nights."

At this moment, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and a man with a full beard walked in.

This man looks about forty years old, not tall, and looks like the mythical Zhong Kui, you don't need to guess to know that it is Yan Chixia.

After Yan Chixia entered the room, she naturally saw that Yang Mo had woken up, so she teased.

"Boy, you are awake, you have slept for two days and two nights, this little girl has been guarding you for two days and two nights, I think the little girl is interesting to you."

Hearing Yan Chixia's words, knowing that Xia Ling'er had been waiting by the bedside for two days and two nights for him, Yang Mo couldn't help but feel a warm heart.

Thinking back to the people who cared about him so much in his life, in addition to his mother and grandmother, it seemed that there was only this girl in front of him.

"Yan Daxia, what are you talking about, I just want to repay Yang Gongzi for saving his life."

But when Yan Chixia said this, Xia Ling'er seemed to be broken, and she was so ashamed that she hurriedly explained.

"Yang Gongzi, don't listen to Yan Daxia's nonsense, you haven't eaten for a few days, I'll ask someone to cook you some porridge."

Immediately, Xia Ling'er, whose face was flushed, found a reason and ran out of the room.