"Brother Hama, I sincerely hope that you will pick something more positive next time, and lo and behold, we are in trouble now. ”

Faust is not really complaining about the old toad Hama, on the contrary, he is trying to appease the old Hama - not to mention the importance of the old Hama in his plan, the mere fact that he can channel positive energy in this ruin is worth Faust's trouble to adjust his mental state.

Faust's calm attitude did indeed infect old Hama, as evidenced by the fact that he finally stopped running away.

Faust sighed and decided to strike while the iron was hot, "Brother Hama, don't be afraid, this is just a normal zombie - he can't even sit up, and you're a priest, remember? ”

In order to calm down old Hama, Faust even mixed a little psionic energy into his language.

Sure enough, old Hama swallowed his saliva and moved over step by step, his eyes half-closed, looking at the corpse of the thief struggling to get up, and with the zombie's movements, the barely healing wound on his head cracked open again, bleeding half-coagulated turbid blood.

The disgusting sight almost made the old toad retch—he was uncomfortable with the disgusting sight of his usual work dealing with herbs and insects, and not even the slaughtering of large animals.

Faust is still on the side, "Yes, guide your positive energy, like this......"

The old toad Hama endured his nausea and recited the words of Legba, as milky white light appeared out of thin air and wrapped around his wrists. The old toad pondered for a while, let out a loud shout, and raised his hand to shoot a white streamer, which hit the zombie in the head.

"Snort ......" The zombie's head made a sound like a ball deflated, and red and white foam rolled out from the cracked wound, as if it had been poured with strong acid, and with the rising smoke, the zombie's head was completely deflated.

The zombie's movements stopped instantly, and it completely turned back into a real corpse.

Faust squatted down, broke the zombie's hand around his ankle, picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and said with a smile: "Look, what did I just say? With this level of zombie, we don't have to bother to escape, on the contrary, he should ......."

Old Hama's wincing look ruined Faust's mood, "Brother Hama, what's wrong with you? Overexcited by the victory over the zombies? Want me to say...... Huh?" the old toad interrupted Faust again, this time adding exaggerated body movements to his ugly expression.

He lifted his finger and pointed hard behind Faust.

"Huh?" Faust confirmed to the old toad, Hama.

Old Hama nodded vigorously.

Faust turned around suspiciously, and did not forget to warn old Hama, "Brother Hama, if I find out that you are just suspicious......

Faust stopped talking, and the old toad Hama was not suspicious, there was indeed something behind him—a group of zombies in rotten clothes, some of whom were humanoid, with hooded robes, and others who were toad people, often wearing overalls or even no clothes.

Faust glanced at it, there were about a dozen of these zombies, they were agile, except that they couldn't run, they were almost indistinguishable from normal living creatures, and as for the lethality...... Faust saw a zombie's claws unconsciously slicing across the stone wall, leaving three deep scratches as if cutting tofu, and he gave up the fight.

In short, they're not at all comparable to the half-zombies of Jebido. Fighting these zombies?Faust dared to conclude that he would be torn to shreds in less than two turns.

At this moment, the group of zombies was letting out an unconscious roar, walking towards Faust and the old toad Hama.

"Run, turn left at the second junction!" Faust no longer cared about his so-called demeanor, and before he finished speaking, he rushed out of the way.

The old toad Hama had already run to the intersection, waiting for Faust's instructions, and at this moment it was as if he had returned to his youth, half-running and half-jumping into the depths of the intersection.

In a few moments, the two of them and the zombie horde disappeared into the distance, and the place seemed to have regained its long-term tranquility, except for the flickering torches in the corners, reflecting the dancing shadows.

As time passed, the light of the fire faded and faded, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and was completely extinguished.

As the fire was completely extinguished, the surrounding stone walls slowly lit up with green fluorescence, which showed oblong spots of light, as if something exploded in the center of the passage, splashing the spots of light onto the surrounding walls.

The flares seemed to come to life, writhing and breaking free from the stone walls where they were, turning into twisted worms.

These worms do not take on the shape of simple and graceful links like their natural brethren, but instead have a variety of teeth and claws, some have one leg, some have three wings, some look like square pieces of meat, and some have a human face on their buttocks......

In short, all kinds of forms that defy the laws of nature appear in a large number of worms.

As soon as these worms meet their siblings, they entangle and mate like crazy. They reproduce very quickly, and some of the old worms die as soon as they mate, and some are still alive after mating, and continue to live with their newly hatched children from the egg sheath***.

It didn't take long for the entire passage to be covered with a green carpet, and from a distance, it seemed as if a breeze was blowing through the thick grass, waving layers of grass waves.

When the worm blanket is thick enough to a certain extent, as if receiving some signal, the whole mating process invariably stops, and the worms entangle with each other and slowly gather into an irregular ball.

After a while, some of the bulges on the ball became longer, some of them shrunk back, and they formed a miserable green bull's head with its eyes closed, only the tip of the left horn, which had a short break and appeared to be shorter than the right horn.

The bull's eyes snapped open.

It has no pupils in its eye sockets, but a human face on the left and right, a man and a woman.

Among them, the man's face on the left shows a distorted expression of pain, as if tormented by pain, while the woman's face on the right seems to be immersed in exaggerated bliss.

The eyes of both faces move rapidly under the eyelids, and when the oculomotor velocity reaches a critical point, the male face on the left suddenly opens his eyes.

After the man opened his eyes, the eyelids of the woman on the right stopped beating and her expression slowly faded. As the expression faded, the entire face quickly dissolved, and soon melted into thick plasma, which flowed along the cow's face to the ground.

At this moment, the man's face poked out of the cow's eye socket like a snail's tentacles, and he first turned to the front of his right eye, looking at the empty eye socket, as if relieved.

Then he controlled the stalk to rise above the horn, and the expression on his face became more and more painful as he looked at the missing piece of the horn.

The gap in the horns made him anxious, and he pondered for a moment as if the man had thought of something.

He controlled the bull's head to float slowly into the air, and first looked in the direction of Faust's escape, as if he was afraid of something, he finally did not choose this path.

He twisted his slender "neck" again and looked in all directions. Soon, he saw the mark at the base of the wall, and the discovery seemed to excite him, so much so that a smile worse than crying was torn out on his pained face.

As the bull's head flew away in the direction of the marker, the green glow slowly faded, and the tunnel finally truly regained its silence.