I didn't think that this living corpse was crazy, and at this time I began to rejoice that I had killed most of the eyeless living corpses with a sniper rifle earlier, otherwise, they would have arrived in front of me and Sun Fatzi. If the flute is played over there to interfere with my use of the punishment sword, the situation of me and Sun Fatzi is really dangerous. With my white-haired system and the power of the seeds in my body, I may not have an accident, but Sun Fatzi is not good to say

After Sun Fatzi saw the vision outside the wooden house, his eyes also widened in shock. Looking at the pied piper running around outside by the eyeless living corpses, he muttered, "What's going on?" Not for me to say. Spicy, you have been soaking in Ouyang's left-sided data room for two days. Do you know where such a blind living corpse comes from? This is said to turn the face, turn the face, and if you encounter it in the future, you have to avoid it. ”

Sun Fatzi's question is a stump for me, such a living corpse, I really haven't seen it in the data room at the beginning. Just as I searched the bed and wondered if I had seen a similar living corpse in the reference room, a new change occurred on the side of the eyeless living corpse. As it continued to rush towards several other places where the piper was hiding, someone suddenly shouted Tibetan in the darkness, and a moment later, in the darkness, suddenly from three or four directions, six or seven figures rushed towards the eyeless living corpse.

Now Sun Fatzi's revolver still has two bullets in it. I raised my hand and pointed my gun at the figures next to the eyeless corpse. At the moment when he pulled the trigger, Sun Fatzi put his hand on the muzzle of the gun, smiled at me, and said, "Don't waste bullets, let them mess around for a while." The bullets remain, whether they are living corpses or flutes, and whoever wins in the end. Greet them with this bullet again. At that time, I will almost be able to suppress those who play the flute outside. ”

Sun Fatzi's words also made some sense, and at that moment I put away the pistol, lay on the windowsill with Sun Fatzi, looked at the living corpses without eyes, and fought with those figures. Just wait for a while to see who wins, and then turn out him. But things are not quite what I thought. It was expected that the flutes would know about the weakness of the living corpses, but they only used the other end of the bone flute to stab the heads of the living corpses. Although the screams of the living corpses being stabbed repeatedly, there were only a few white spots on the head. The living corpse did no other damage.

At this moment, a succession of pipers came over. When they had gathered enough of a dozen or so, the men circled around the living corpses, and then the men played flutes at the same time at the eyeless corpses. The flute sounded as sharp as before, but the living corpses surrounding them suddenly seemed to be frozen, and their bodies froze on the ground motionless.

After a few moments of such a scene, the sound of their flutes suddenly changed tone again. The sound sounded a little thunderous, and the living corpse at this time couldn't bear it anymore, and his legs were weak and he knelt on the ground. Then the body of this living corpse began to have dark red blood flowing out of its body, and it didn't take long for the living corpse to become a person like a blood gourd, at this time. An old Tibetan man in a black cloak and a few years old holds a bright short sword in his hand. Stabbed at the head of a living corpse.

The short sword silently stabbed into the head of the living corpse, and the old Tibetan man's wrist flicked, and he actually picked up the heavenly spirit cover of the living corpse. Looking at the short sword in his hand, I couldn't get angry. This short sword is the sin sword that lost contact with me, and together with more than a dozen of them, they finally relied on my sin sword to solve the living corpse in this nest.

Immediately after disposing of the living corpses, the pipers disappeared into the bushes. Originally, I wanted to shoot to stop the Tibetan old man, but before the shooting, he was stopped by Sun Fatzi, he looked at the Tibetan old man's disappearance position, and said: "He is the leader, leaving him a way to live, not for me to say, I will have something to ask him later." ”

After Sun Fatzi's words were finished, he put away the revolver, and just as he was changing the bullets, a not very fluent voice sounded outside the cabin, and it was the old Tibetan man who had just picked up the living corpse with his sword: "Friends inside, just a few of you now, it is absolutely impossible to escape with the sacrificial corpse." The corpse inside is something very important to us. Now that one has been destroyed, we still have a way to fix it. However, the sacrificial corpse must not be unearthed for more than a day or night, and you must hand it over before dawn. Otherwise, even if we die with you, we will bury the corpses again. ”

"Old friend, you said it too easily, right?" Sun Fatzi smiled and continued to the position of the Tibetan old man: "What you said just now was too polite, I didn't say it, now everyone is half a pound and eight taels." You just rely on the fact that there are more people and there are fewer of us, but I still have a big sniper here, and about 100 rounds of ammunition. Give you one bullet for the dead and alive, and you will be rich. You also saw my buddy's marksmanship just now, and he said that if you hit your left eye, you will never touch the bridge of your nose. Do you want my buddy to show you another one? Old friend, there's a kind of you just standing still......"

Before Sun Fatzi's words fell, the old Tibetan man was already lying in the bushes, and he crawled all the way to the dead corner of the window, and then shouted again: "You have one gun, how many people can you hit at the same time?" We also have more than 100 people, a few guns, and a dozen barrels of gasoline, although the marksmanship is not as good as your friend, but your wooden house can't withstand a fire...... "Fork farmer dwelling skills."

Before the Tibetan old man's words fell, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the night sky, and then a heavy downpour poured down. The old Tibetan man was stunned for a moment, and then muttered a Tibetan sentence in his mouth. Although I can't understand what he said, judging from the current scene, it is inevitable to scold the street.

At this time, Sun Fatzi laughed, and then said, "Old friend, do you want to come in and take shelter from the rain?" But my buddy likes to shoot cold, if you are not afraid of being targeted by him, come in to avoid the rain, not I said, I still have barley wine, yak meat and ghee tsampa, butter tea also has a big barrel, do you want to come in and warm up? ”

As soon as Sun Fatzi's words were finished, there was another thunderstorm outside, and then the heavy rain became even heavier. The sound of the rain even covered the voice of the Tibetan old man outside, Sun Fatzi laughed a few words, and then put the butter tea on the alcohol stove and heated it, he didn't drink it, just stirred it around in the pot with a spoon. After the aroma came out, Sun Fatzi heated the barley wine and yak meat again, and it didn't take long for a strong compound aroma to float outside along the window, after tossing for most of the night, the people outside were cold and hungry, and now they smelled this aroma in the heavy rain, and no one could stand it, and some people continued to shout and scold in Tibetan. But no one dared to come near the cabin.

At this time, the heavy rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. In order to prevent anyone from rushing in while the rain was blowing, I opened all the windows in the cabin. Then he posed at the window with a sniper rifle, and just like that, for a while, people outside didn't dare to come in lightly, and our Sun Fatzi didn't plan to go out like this.

In this way, after half an hour, the old Tibetan people outside suddenly opened their mouths and said something in Tibetan that I did not understand. As soon as he finished saying this, the sound of a bone flute suddenly sounded again in the distance of the cabin. It's just that there is no tyrannical sound in the flute this time, although it still sounds a little harsh, but compared with the previous flute, it is much better.

The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and it didn't take long for the surrounding pipers to begin to match the sound of the flute and blow their own bone flutes at the same time. Suddenly, the new flute slowly walked to the side of the cabin. This flute player didn't shy away from me and Sun Fatzi, he took the initiative to stand in front of the window, and I and Sun Fatzi made a pair of eyes, and the person who played the flute turned out to be the Cangyang forensic doctor I just saw at noon......

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