Zheng Pei and the Yin soldier riding on his back slowly opened their eyes, and everything in front of them seemed to have never changed anything. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he looked at his body, and the Yin Soldier touched his face, as if there was no injury. When the two of them looked at each other, the Yin soldier who fired the rifle fell down with a "poof".

The gun, blown up. The bullet opened the dust cap and flew out of the magazine, shattering the cheek of the unlucky guy who fired the shot. When he fell, he clutched the barrel of the gun with one hand, and the butt of the blasted gun was still tightly clamped under the armpit on the other side. Parts and wood slag were scattered all around, and the thick smell of gunpowder spread through the air.

Zheng Pei and the Yin Soldier both let out a long breath, looking at the sharp bone stick behind the Yin Soldier, Zheng Pei patted it on the shoulder, and when the Yin Soldier waved his hand to tell him not to make trouble, Zheng Pei put the copper claw line on its neck very casually, and then pulled it gently.

Now, Zheng Pei is really relaxed, and he feels that there is no hindrance. He was lying on the ground, with so much pain in his back and calves that the abrasions on his face, arms, and elsewhere were negligible. He suddenly remembered Wu Fatzi, although he was not very likable, but when he fought with Ba Niang, he was actually a good man. When his breathing calmed down, Zheng Pei stood up with the pain, limped to the door of the cabin, stepped on the wooden staff, tore up the rotten pieces of paper, and a strange wind rolled up in the cave to extinguish all the flames on the stone wall. However, it was only a moment of darkness before the flames were all lit up again, and the oppressive feeling in the air had disappeared.

"Good! Very good! A gloomy and hoarse voice came from the cabin. Zheng Pei wrapped the copper claw thread tightly around his hand and stared calmly at the slowly opening wooden door. A man who looked like an officer walked out, his face was withered, his skin had lost moisture and had become black and yellow, which reminded Zheng Pei of the rotten round eggplant in his field. But compared to the zombie soldiers before him, the officer moved more quickly and was more neatly dressed. Zheng Pei watched him walk out of the wooden house, stood with his hands on his sword, raised his chin to reveal an arrogant and stiff smile, and continued in a hoarse voice: "Young warrior! ”

Zheng Pei didn't say anything, his eyes searched intently inside the cabin. There is a low platform facing the door, on which are placed candles and a wooden row, with the help of the faint light of the candle blue flame, you can vaguely see the words "Emperor Chongtoku" written on the rank, the word "Toku" is missing in the middle, and the other small characters are not clear.

"Serve the Empire, you can not die." The officer said.

Zheng Pei spat hatefully and said, "Where did you hide my mother?" ”

The officer seemed to be pensive for a moment and tapped the ground with his katana. Another stiff soldier slowly walked out of the cabin with a wooden stick engraved with strange symbols, pushing Qiao Hui's divine body. Qiao Hui's eyes were misty, and a small stone that looked like a comma was hanging around her neck that was faintly shining, and she was still expressionless when she saw Zheng Pei, just standing to the side in a daze.

Seeing Qiao Hui's sluggish appearance, Zheng Pei asked anxiously, "What did you do to her?" ”

The officer's smile was torn into a strange expression by the shriveled skin and muscles on his face, and he pointed at Qiao Hui and said slowly, "Her soul will serve the empire." ”

"Serve your uncle!" Zheng Pei roared, took the rifle with the bayonet on his back in his hand and limped forward. The officer turned sideways, used the sheathed katana to remove the tip of the gun, swept sideways, and the scabbard hit Zheng Pei in the face. As if Zheng Pei's act of defiance made him angry, the officer turned and walked up to Qiao Hui, pulled off the comma-like stone she was carrying, and made a chopping motion at the zombie soldier, looking back at Zheng Pei who had fallen to the ground defiantly.

Qiao Hui's sanity recovered a little, and she looked at Zheng Pei with infinite sadness in her eyes. As soon as she was about to raise her feet and walk towards Zheng Pei, she was hit by the zombie soldiers behind her with the wooden stick with strange symbols, which instantly turned into a cloud of blue smoke and dissipated into the air......