"Fita Beauty? Fita Beauty? ”

Yale's low voice of concern brought Fita to his senses from her tangle and confusion. She quickly poked her head out of the cabin of the small spaceship, "What's the matter?" ”

"I have a bad feeling, it seems that the stench of decay is gradually getting stronger, you better hurry up, lest a large number of zombies surround us, and we will really not be able to leave." Yale Zhengse said: "Otherwise, I'd better carry this spaceship away!" ”

"No!" Fita hurriedly stopped: "Give me some more time Yale, I don't need a lot, it only takes ten minutes!" ”

Each spaceship will have a log that automatically records the status of the ship, and it is also possible to find the logbook recorded by the sword-making master Qiu Yuanjia himself, as long as you look at the log, you can know what happened back then. And if the flight log is obtained by Luo Sheng, then the master she ......

Therefore, in any case, Fita could not let Yale take the ship directly.

Yale sighed helplessly, "Okay, if it's been ten minutes -- I think I'll still be able to hold on." ”

The sky had gradually darkened, the air had become cold, and the soft soil like a swamp under their feet had begun to turn into hard frozen soil, and the stench of decay had gathered in the distance, as if there was an army of zombies, ready to encircle them.

Yale is naturally not afraid, as a descendant of the Beast Emperor, he is full of courage, and he is not afraid of the enemy's encirclement and intimidation, his only concern is Fita's safety, he can see that Fita is a little inexplicably nervous, he doesn't know where this tension comes from, but he knows that this tension has made Fita's six gods ownerless, and his soul is lost.

If Fita is not allowed to finish what she wants to do, I'm afraid Fita will always be in such a state and unable to extricate herself.

With that in that case, Yale must stay by the ship's side, waiting for Fita to find what she wants.

Fita received Yale's support, and immediately glanced at Yale gratefully, and said with a little guilt: "Thank you, Yale, for you...... That's nice. ”

Yale scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled, "I'm not good to you, who else can I be good to?" Hurry up, I'm protected outside, don't worry. ”

As he spoke, Yale waved the Xuan Bing wail in his hand, and the Xuan Bing wail drew a scorching halo in the air, which was extremely shocking.

With Yale and Xuan Bing wailing, Fita doesn't have to worry about threats from the outside. But her heart was not calm, she stared at Xuan Bing and wailed for a full three seconds, and her heart was extremely painful: if one day, Yale learned that everything she was doing now was deceiving him and using him, would Yale still love her as much as she does now?

Fita blinked, tears streaming silently from her eyes. She didn't know if it was because of the retinal burns caused by Xuan Bing's wail, or if it was for some other reason.

She quickly turned her head to prevent Yale from noticing, and hurried back into the cockpit, where she searched quickly.

The flight log is usually kept under the console and can be found with a few strokes. This is no secret to Fita, who can fly an old spaceship.

But when I reached out and touched it, all ten fingers were black, and I couldn't find the small box containing the flight log.

Could it be that this spacecraft does not have a flight log?

Fita frowned, then leaned down and turned on the light she had with her to take a closer look.

She was surprised to find that there was an inlaid mark under the operation board, and the size of the trace should be the size of the flight log box. Now, only a trace remains, but the box is missing.

This shows that someone got there first, even a long, long time ago, and took the flight log with them.

Fita sat down on the ship's seat as if deflated, feeling mixed and not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

The purpose of her coming here was to know what this matter had to do with her orc master, but now she couldn't prove that the orc master had anything to do with it, and she couldn't prove that the orc master had nothing to do with it.

There is no evidence that can take her out of the confusion.

She lost her claim for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Outside of the small spaceship, the situation becomes extremely dire. A large number of orc zombies, taking advantage of the nightfall, slowly pressed towards Yale.

Yale took a quick count and found that there were fifty of them, close to half a squadron. Among them, there are not only soldiers with weapons in their hands, but even old and weak women and children, and the proportion of old and weak women and children in the ranks accounts for the majority.

Yale's heart ached.

It was the last thing he wanted to face.

The good guys I encountered along the way before were all alienated zombies turned into orc warriors, they had weapons in their hands, and they were also worrying aggressive, and now, in the face of most of the zombies alienated by the old and weak women and children, and the zombies with shovels and brooms in their hands, the Xuan Bing in Yale's hands was trembling slightly.

A truly brave man should be fearless. And fearlessness includes not only fearlessness against powerful enemies, but also pity for weak enemies.

Yale knew that mercy on these alienated zombies would only make things more complicated. The simplest and most effective way is to cut off all their zombie heads, release them, and let them return to the earth.

Thinking of this, Yale immediately plucked up his courage, shouted, and rushed towards the zombie group with great strides, and the Xuan Bing wail in his hand turned into Dao essence, killing the orc zombies who were moving forward.

While his flesh was flying, his own heart was dripping blood.

Fita had no idea what was going on outside, she just heard Yale's heartache roar and Xuan Bing's wailing and fluent cutting voice.

She knew that Yale would be fine, with extreme armor and body protection, coupled with Xuan Bing's wail, Yale would never be fine.

It's her who really has something.

She felt as if she had been abandoned, and she wanted to find her female orc master immediately and question her properly, but unfortunately her communication equipment was on the Black Falcon, which was badly damaged during the forced landing, and was now being repaired in Du Buda's mercenary camp.

Fita hated Du Buda, but if there was anyone on the Sky Evil Star who could fix the Black Falcon, it was only Du Buda's mechanics.

Fita sighed heavily, her arms resting on the edge of her soft seat.

Suddenly, her brow furrowed, and she squeezed the seat hard, quickly realizing that there was something hard hidden inside.

She didn't think much about it, and directly used the dagger to cut the cushion of the seat, and sure enough, in the cushion, she saw a transparent chip not much larger than a fingernail.

This is...... Sword master Qiu Yuanjia's own logbook!