"Hey, how's the catch?"

A man in a baseball cap poked his head out of the roof and shouted as hard as he could. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's okay, a ghoul in the soul flame stage, thirty units of soul crystals, whether you make money or not. After a while, I cut those small trash fish and see if there was any additional catch. ”

A bearded man tossed aside the ugly severed head in his hand, pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit a lighter in his mouth.

Around him, there were several men and women in dark clothes who were busy with their heads down, and the corpses on the ground, there were ordinary zombies, and there were also a few low-level ghouls. Several men decapitated the corpses with swift hands and feet, then split the heads, groped in the cavity of the skull for a while, and then tossed aside.

In the center of this peace square, the corpses of zombies have been piled up into a hill two or three meters high, and it is roughly estimated that there are at least three or four hundred heads.

"Aha, that's the best, don't say that this guy suddenly appeared just now and really scared me, fortunately, this soul cannon on loan is powerful enough, otherwise we would really have to plant it."

The man on the roof proudly waved a device similar to the shape of a bazooka in his hand at his companion below, and the bearded man downstairs didn't get used to him, and interrupted with a sneer:

"What the hell, this thing is a treasure that we only use to save our lives. Moreover, TMD requires ten units of soul crystals for energy in one shot, and this time we are lucky and have not lost money. Do you think every soulflame-level undead will have a soul crystal in their head? ”

The man in the hat laughed dryly, put down the soul cannon in his hand, and was about to say something, when a long whistle came from afar.

"It's not good, it's the warning signal of 'Eagle Eye', we've been here for too long, we have to move immediately!"

The beard turned grim, snuffed out the cigarette butt that he had just smoked twice, and whistled to the people around him, and those companions who were still busy handling the corpse were also very neat. After dividing five by two, he sorted out his personal belongings, followed behind the beard, and went into the alley beside him.

Their method of hunting, using corpses as bait, was much safer and more reliable than the original human method of using the blood of living people.

You must know that in such an urban area with dense undead, even a small drop of human blood may cause a wave of corpses. The corpses of exploitable zombies are different, as there are generally only two undead creatures that are interested in the same type of corpse, one is a ghoul and the other is a scavenger.

These two types of undead creatures are relatively rare, and even if they are attracted, they will not appear too much at once. And as long as you make arrangements in advance and launch them together when the opponent enters the trap, it is easy to take them down.

Of course, this is only limited to undead creatures below the soul flame level, and most of the people in this team are superpowers, and the strongest beard is barely to the strength of the third order. However, ordinary third-order human abilities actually don't have much chance of winning when facing soul-flame-level undead creatures.

Fortunately, they spent a lot of money at the Arashi base to rent a soul cannon known as the Undead Slayer, the latest individual weapon that can easily penetrate the body of any undead creature. Although the rate of fire is not fast and the consumption is extremely high, as long as it is operated by a master of firearms, if you blow off the opponent's head with a single shot, there is a good chance that it will cause a one-hit kill.

Therefore, individual soulflame-level undead leaders can't pose much of a threat to them, at most they just hurt their brains in cost accounting.

Speaking of which, since the Arashi base developed this individual soul energy weapon, although most of the human bases can only remain defensive in the face of the undead forces. But there are more adventurers like these people, who dare to sneak into the undead occupation zone and hunt.

With the understanding of undead creatures by humans, in addition to the soul crystals produced in their brains, some special parts of the bodies of high-level undead have also become one of the targets of collection. Some may require professional deep processing, while others can be made into more practical tools than ordinary steel knives with simple grinding.

Hawkeye is the scout in charge of guarding their team, and his ability is sensory enhancement, whether it's sight, hearing, or touch, he is twice as strong as normal, allowing him to easily spot the proximity of undead creatures from a distance.

Usually small-scale undead creatures attracted by the pile of corpses, he will not warn. What can make him signal to retreat is either a large-scale wave of corpses, or a plurality of high-level undead creatures.

And this time, the reason why he hurriedly warned was that it belonged to the second situation. Because I don't know when it started, a strange skeleton covered in black cloth stood quietly behind him. Even with his senses, he never found the other party.

Fortunately, the skeleton only seemed to be watching him, and did not attack immediately, otherwise it was unknown whether he would have had a chance to send a danger signal.

Hawkeye is a young man in his twenties, who is not really good at fighting, but in order to live up to his nickname, he pretends to equip himself with a set of bows and arrows. Of course, he has also practiced archery, but only he knows how strong the actual combat effect is.

At this moment, he had already taken off the compound bow on his back, quickly mounted a long arrow, and vigilantly aimed at the strange skeleton that was only a dozen meters away. The skeleton seemed to sense his hostility as well, and its open mouth uttered a few syllables of unknown meaning, and then its left hand, which was completely skeleton, was raised, pointing slightly in his direction.

In an instant, Hawkeye's proud senses were completely gone. It was pitch black in front of him, and there was dead silence in his ears. In extreme fear, he shot the arrow in his hand, but regardless of whether it hit or not, he quickly reached out and grabbed the quiver behind his back.

However, to his horror, he didn't catch the quiver either, and he didn't know it, because his sense of touch was gone. Although he gripped everything around him vigorously, all that could be heard from his fingers and palms was a paralysis of unconsciousness.

Hawkeye opened his mouth to scream, and at this time he didn't care if it would attract other undead creatures, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound, and even the air around him seemed to be moving away from him, he was like a crucian carp out of the water, desperately opening his mouth and gasping for breath, but the increasingly serious feeling of suffocation still lingered.

The strange skeleton, clad in rags or robes, had already strolled in front of him, tilting its head to look at him who was still struggling, and his right hand suddenly pulled towards his chest. A fountain of blood burst out, and the heart that was still beating suddenly was plucked by it at will, as if it was eating a roasted sweet potato, and put it to its mouth and chewed it heavily.

(To be continued.) )