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The cry seemed to come from the depths of the throat, very dull, but in this dark burial chamber, it gave people a creepy feeling. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wu Zhiyuan stretched forward with a wind lantern in his hand, trying to see the appearance of the black shadow through the faint light. Although the light of the wind lantern is faint, you can still see clearly within five steps, and you can see roughly within ten steps. I saw that the black shadow was no different from a human, but the whole body was pitch black, as if ink had been splashed from head to toe, and only the miserable white eyes were set off by the inky black body, which was particularly weird.

The black shadow slowly took two steps towards Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang, his steps were light, and there was a faint hint of hesitation.

"Who are you, why bother pretending to be a ghost," Wu Zhiyuan saw that the other party was no different from a normal person except that he was covered in darkness, and his posture and appearance were no different from normal people, thinking that he was a tomb robber who entered this tomb, or someone with ulterior motives was pretending to be a ghost.

As soon as the words fell, the black shadow suddenly stopped, and a few more "uh...... came out of his throat Uh......", as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't make a normal human voice.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't understand what the black shadow's "uh-uh" sound meant, and was about to open his mouth to ask again, when he saw the black shadow suddenly rush towards him, the speed was staggering.

Wu Zhiyuan's reaction was not slow, seeing this, he suddenly pulled Sheng Wanxiang aside behind him, and at the same time quickly turned his body to the side, and the black shadow rushed past his chest like a bolt of lightning.

At the moment when Wu Zhiyuan brushed against the black shadow, Wu Zhiyuan smelled an extremely unpleasant burnt smell, which was like the smell of rotten flesh being burned.

The black shadow slammed into the air, suddenly stopped, turned around sharply and pounced quickly towards Wu Zhiyuan, he ran quickly, and kept making a "uh-uh" sound in the depths of his throat.

Wu Zhiyuan was neat, grabbed Sheng Wanxiang's hand, and raised her hand, while Sheng Wanxiang's hand was holding the broken sword.

The two of them held the broken sword together and stabbed at the oncoming black shadow.

The black shadow came extremely fast, and seemed to ignore the broken sword in the hands of Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang, and directly crashed into the broken sword.

Although the broken sword did not have a sharp edge, its sharpness remained unchanged, Wu Zhiyuan thought that this sword would definitely pierce directly into the chest of the black shadow, but his hand was shocked, and his body was involuntarily forced to take a few steps back by the oncoming force, and when he looked closely, he saw that the broken sword was only on the chest of the black shadow, and did not pierce his body at all.

Wu Zhiyuan was shocked, he didn't believe that the human ** could withstand the sharpness of the iron sword, unless the other party was not mortal, or his body was stiff enough.

For example, zombies.

"Could it be that he is a zombie," Wu Zhiyuan was horrified in his heart, and carefully looked at the appearance of the black shadow.

At this time, the black shadow was only an arm's length away from him and Sheng Wanxiang, and the broken sword was still on his chest, forcing Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang back continuously. At such a close distance, Wu Zhiyuan saw the black shadow clearly.

The black shadow was pitch black, but it was not the color of ink, but more like the color of a fire, like the bottom of a pot, all black and gray. The smell of burnt paste emanated from his body was even pungent, and his whole body looked as if he had just been dragged out of the fire.

"Charcoal corpse," Wu Zhiyuan was taken aback.

He had seen this kind of living corpse in the notes given by his master, it was a kind of thing that was stiff but not stiff, and it was a corpse but not a corpse. If a person is bitten by a zombie or poisoned by a zombie, they will become a zombie after death. But if such a person has just lost his breath, the corpse poison has not yet attacked, the corpse has not yet risen, and the corpse has not stiffened, if the corpse is burned with ordinary firewood, it will become a charcoal corpse.

The Maoshan faction burns the corpses of zombies or the corpses of people who have been poisoned by corpses, and generally uses peach wood or willow wood, which can restrain the poison of zombies. If these two types of wood are not used to burn a corpse with corpse poison, the corpse will be turned into charcoal after being burned.

The charcoal corpse was pitch black, but its body was stiff, like a zombie.

"Uh...... Uh......" At this time, the charcoal corpse screamed in a low voice, as if he didn't feel the broken sword on his chest, and still kept rushing towards Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang, and at the same time kept grabbing the two of them with both hands.

Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang could only keep retreating quickly, and the broken sword in their hands did not penetrate the body of the charcoal corpse at all, but if the broken sword was withdrawn at this time, the charcoal corpse would immediately pounce on the two of them.

Thinking of the severed hand he saw in the tomb before, Wu Zhiyuan's heart felt a chill rise sharply, and he quickly thought about how to get out in his mind.

At this moment, the two of them leaned their backs against the stone wall of the tomb at the same time, and there was no way out. Wu Zhiyuan noticed that the two had retreated to another fork in the road.

With his back against the stone wall, there was no way to retreat, Wu Zhiyuan let go of Sheng Wanxiang's hand, leaving only Sheng Wanxiang alone holding a broken sword against the chest of the charcoal corpse, he hurriedly raised his vitality, poured his palms, clenched his fists with five fingers, and slammed his fist towards the face of the charcoal corpse.

The charcoal corpse still didn't dodge, and Wu Zhiyuan's punch had already used fifty percent of his vitality.

only heard the sound of "poof", a punch to the flesh, and half of the face of the charcoal corpse was deflated by Wu Zhiyuan's punch, and an eyeball also fell out, with a tendon, hanging on the eye socket.

Sheng Wanxiang screamed out loudly, it was the first time for her to see such a disgusting and horrific scene.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't have time to take care of Sheng Wanxiang's feelings, so he hurriedly activated his vitality and punched the door of the charcoal corpse that had been deflated.

Listening to the "click", which seemed to be the sound of bones shattering, Wu Zhiyuan's punch smashed half of the face of the charcoal corpse to shreds, brown viscous blood flowed out of the crack in the skull, and a disgusting putrid smell filled the entire tomb.

But the charcoal corpse didn't seem to feel any pain, and it wasn't affected in any way, and he still "uh...... Uh......" roared, waving his hands, grabbing Wu Zhiyuan and Sheng Wanxiang indiscriminately.

At this time, Wu Zhiyuan had almost exhausted the vitality of his whole body, and after he recovered his vitality cultivation, he had no time to re-practice the first four layers of the Guiyuan True Sutra, so the vitality in the dantian was very lacking.

Encountering this kind of unkillable charcoal corpse, Wu Zhiyuan could only break the cauldron and sink the boat, he shouted loudly, and smashed the wind lamp in his hand on the head of the charcoal corpse.

Hearing only a "bang", the glass cover of the wind lamp smashed on the top of the charcoal corpse's head, and was immediately smashed, the glass ballast fell to the ground, and there was not much kerosene left in the wind lamp, which flowed down the head of the charcoal corpse to his face, and the fire also spread to his face. In the blink of an eye, the head and face of the charcoal corpse were all surrounded by fire, and the carrion on the face immediately burned, and the eyeballs hanging on the eye sockets were burned by the fire, and suddenly burst, making a slight "pop" sound.

A few drops of corpse oil ran down the charcoal corpse's cheeks to his chin, and finally fell to the ground.