Han Mo tightened the clothes on his body, glanced at an inconspicuous small bottle hanging from his waist, and quietly walked outside, dressed as usual, purple tattered clothes, carrying a stained bucket of water on his back, lowering his body, and looking around all the time.

If his appearance is in peacetime, it will definitely attract attention, but in this troubled and apocalyptic world, it is just a standard dress.

There was a commotion in the distance, and Han Mo didn't mean to see the excitement at all, but instead quickened his pace and walked towards other places, his exuberant curiosity generally brought disaster, and only by remaining cautious could he live.

It's a pity that some things can't be avoided if you want to, the wall next to it was directly broken, and a tall figure rushed out with dust from inside, grabbing a person who was running away with one hand.

The fingernails were as sharp as knives, easily piercing the skin of the man and piercing the man's neck, and the tiny scarlet veins went deep along the carotid artery, and began to absorb blood frantically, while a person on the other side followed closely to catch up.

Although Han Mo knew that there would be such a thing as a zombie, he didn't expect to be able to encounter it so soon, that tall figure was the one he had met at the city gate before, and sure enough, he was a zombie.

Han Mo lowered his body and ran to the other side, and at the same time turned his head to look at the person who chased him out, his appearance was ordinary, similar to Han Mo himself, his body looked quite strong, and his dress was similar, he was holding a long sword made of wood in his hand, the workmanship was not very good, and it was estimated that it was only split today from the traces.

"Peachwood Sword!" Thinking of the content of the true solution of the refining weapon, Han Mo instantly understood how the injuries on the zombie man's body appeared, this special wood was extremely restrained against zombies, even if it was the invulnerable body of a zombie, it would easily be poked out of a hole.

"Judging from the breath, this person's strength is about the same as mine, but I don't know what other magic weapons he has besides the peachwood sword. Han Mo's escape slowed down, and he hid on the corner of the street and quietly watched the situation in the field.

"Natural complexion, no stiffness, able to suck blood through blood vessels, this is a third-generation zombie. Han Mo immediately judged the big man, and deep down he became unoptimistic about his fellow Taoist priests.

Although it looks like the Taoist has the upper hand now, it is a zombie who does not know much about the Taoist, he was too careless to guard against the peachwood sword, and was successfully stolen by the Taoist, and he was a little stunned, and now calm down, the Taoist priest estimates that there is no advantage.

"But this is a gathering place, and it is estimated that there will be a corrector coming soon, which is why he is so fearless. Han Mo found that his colleague was holding a peachwood sword, his face was just a mixture of nervousness and excitement, and there was no fear or anything like that, so he understood what attention this peer was paying attention to.

With the help of this zombie, enter the eyes of the corrector, use the resources of the corrector to get more magic weapons, ambitious, and smart enough, compared to Han Mo, he is even bolder, if it is Han Mo even if he has such an opportunity, he will think twice.

For example, now Han Mo is thinking about whether to go up and get a piece of the pie and take this opportunity to contact the upper class, but after thinking about it, Han Mo still chose to give up, the attitude of the reviser towards the Taoist priest is not clear, it is better to let this peer explore the path first, although this may miss some benefits, but in Han Mo's opinion, the risk is too high, and there will be opportunities in the future.

The zombie dropped the dried corpse in his hand and rushed directly to this kid of unknown origin, because of the mistake of moving forward, he had been found exposed, and it was basically impossible to escape, so the most important thing now was to find out why this kid restrained himself before.

The noise he just made here would have nine times out of ten that his kindred would be nearby, so that his sacrifice would not be useless.

Fang Hao carried the somewhat crooked peachwood sword, looked at the zombies rushing over, exhaled, and used his spiritual power to his eyes to strengthen his dynamic vision, otherwise his senses would not be able to keep up with the speed of the zombies.

"It's been delaying long enough, why hasn't the corrector appeared yet?" Fang Hao swung out his sword, forcing the zombie back, after the other party regained his composure, he could only barely save his life under the other party's attack, if it weren't for the fact that this zombie was still afraid of his peachwood sword, and at the same time paid attention to the temptation, I am afraid that he would have been in danger a long time ago.

"Could it be that I made a mistake? No, maybe the corrector has already arrived, but he is also interested in the Taoist priest, so he didn't make a move immediately, but planned to observe!" Fang Hao thought about this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then immediately secretly said that it was not good.

I saw a stone rushing towards his head at a very fast speed, and his eyes could see clearly with his spiritual power, but his reaction speed was not so fast, and he could only watch the stone rush towards his head.

"I'm still holding it up!" Fang Hao used all his strength to hide to the other side, and then he saw that the space in front of him was distorted, the stone instantly collapsed, turning into dust, a person in a white suit looked at Fang Hao with interest, then turned around, and pointed out, a white light flashed, piercing the zombie man's head.

Then the big man was like a candle burned by a fire, and the whole person quickly melted, turning into a puddle of liquid, and soon volatilized into gas and disappeared.

Fang Hao exhaled desperately, it seemed that he had guessed correctly, the corrector had already arrived, but he had been hiding in the shadows, so it was okay to lower the evaluation of the Taoist priest a little, so that the corrector would be less hostile, or slower.

"I'm very interested in your previous strength, would you like to talk about it?" the corrector said with a smile on his face as he came to Fang Hao's face.

And Fang Hao also hurriedly agreed respectfully, Han Mo looked at the two who disappeared, put the basket on his back, and walked out of the city, judging from the attitude of the corrector, that peer seemed to have won the bet, and then that peer would get the support of the corrector, and there would be no shortage of magic weapons or something.

However, Han Mo was not jealous, he had gained so much, and the pressure he would bear next would definitely not be small, for example, Han Mo obtained the exercises through the food in that drink cup, he didn't know what way that peer was through, but how to explain the existence of the exercises next, whether to hand over the artifacts that inherited the exercises, and the next temptations to face the correctors were all problems that needed to be solved.

"Before the situation is clear, I still maintain my independence, even if I want to be exposed, I must be with a group, hide myself in the crowd, and make a few more preparations......" Han Mo calculated in his heart, it seemed that there were a few magic weapons and a few spells that were very suitable for escaping.