The carriage didn't go fast, but fortunately, it was barely safe along the way, and the few small villages passing by were not as zombie as everyone imagined, Jiesheng leaned on the carriage and looked at the unchanged scenery, no matter how he pinched his thigh, in the end he still couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

In his dream, he only felt that he was crawling in a dark and endless corridor to avoid the evil ghost who was chasing him, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, the appearance of the evil ghost was exactly the same as the ghost following the carriage, it was almost like it was carved out of the same mold.

But it didn't take long for this seemingly never-ending nightmare to finally end without Tan Muyan's light kick, and before he could scold, Tan Muyan covered his mouth, "Shh~ Don't make a sound, something happened outside." ”

Jiesheng poked out his head, and in addition to the faces of Sun Wukong and Baigu Jing Tieqing, there was also a large group of zombies densely blocked on the rugged mountain road, they were covered in blood, most of their faces were blurred with flesh and blood, and there were no eyeballs in their pupils, and some of them even drooped their eyeballs.

"What should I do?" asked Bai Gu Jing in a trembling voice.

"The trail is narrow, and the vegetation on both sides... The carriage can't be used, Bajie went to bring Nezha with him, and we tried to bypass it. Although Sun Wukong is also panicking in his heart, he still has this command ability.

Everyone got out of the carriage, tiptoeing step by step like a group of zombies approaching, Jiesheng carried Nezha on his back, and glanced at Tan Muyan intentionally or unintentionally, his current face can already be described as bloodless, but on the other hand, the group of zombies did not intend to attack them, just stared at the comer with terrifying eyes.

Sun Wukong suddenly waved his hand to signal everyone to stop, it was obvious that the zombie horde had reacted to their sudden arrival, only to see that a few zombies in the vicinity were already lying on the ground, ready to use their dark teeth to penetrate the throat of the comer, and Sun Wukong was also the same, "I think they are going to do something to us." ”

"Then let them come. I don't know if Tan Muyan was stupid or his fear turned into anger to the extreme, he lost his former composure, drew his knife, and at this time he was more like a crazy beast.

"Calm down, what if they don't have malicious intent?" said Shiratani Jing, but his hand was on the sword.

"Oh, come on, the trail is too narrow, and we don't have any advantage in fighting these bunch of minions. ”

"This place is already very close to the top of the mountain, if Bajie is right, there should be a temple on this mountain top for us to take refuge into. As soon as Sun Wukong spoke, the long stick in his hand smashed open the skull of an unlucky ghost, and those zombies had already begun to move.

Narrow road encounters and short-handed encounters never need too fancy actions and exaggerated to disgusting foreplay, all everyone has to do is to fight with these slow-reacting, emotionless, but cannibalistic monsters that don't spit out bones and slash each other with knives and sticks.

Although there are many enemies, Sun Wukong and others can still cope with it, and the moves are displayed without delay, but everyone knows in their hearts that one punch is difficult to defeat four hands, and they may be able to deal with ten by themselves, but if there are a hundred or even a thousand.

All of a sudden, Sun Wukong and the others were covered with the blood of zombies, and Tan Muyan was even more crazy at the zombies like a venting slash, which was several times more terrible than zombies, and on the other hand, all he had to do was to shrink behind Sun Wukong with Nezha on his back.

"Which of you has time to bring the carriage over?" Tan Muyan's shout reached everyone's ears.

"What are you going to do?" Sun Wukong reluctantly pulled out in response.

"Use your brains, they might prefer to eat those stupid horses that are powerless than our hard bones. When Sun Wukong heard this, he used his demon power lightly, and a few dodges got out of the hundred blades, forcibly blooded the horses that didn't even have the IQ to escape, and smashed them into the zombie group above their heads.

"Hurry up, those horse brothers won't last long. Tan Muyan finished talking, and while wielding a knife to clean up the zombies in front of him, he ran desperately.

Bai Gu Jing didn't know how long she had been running, and she didn't know how long she would have to run to reach the top of the mountain, she only knew that if she ran again, her legs would have to be wasted, "Monkey, Hugh, take a break, my legs are weak." With that, she ignored the pain and sat down.

"It's a good thing, with their speed, they won't be able to catch up for a while. Sun Wukong also sat down and poured water into his mouth desperately, and Tan Muyan, who was running at the front, and Jiesheng, who was carrying Nezha, had already spit out last night's overnight meal on the side.

"Wow, you can run so fast with someone on your back... How long is it before that broken temple?" Tan Muyan wiped his mouth and asked with a disgusting expression.

Jiesheng looked at the vegetation around him, which had already become sparse, and the abyss on the side of the road, which would fall into flesh if he accidentally stepped on the air, and said, "At our current height, it shouldn't be far away. Then he threw up again, but before he could finish it, the abominable roar rang out behind him.

The place where everyone is is not far from the top of the mountain, the scenery is very beautiful, a look at the past makes people feel a small feeling of seeing the mountains, even if the sun is directly shining on everyone at noon, there is no heat, the wildflowers scattered on the roadside are like the silent flames against the thin mist, but unfortunately even this scenery can not stop the menacing zombie group.

In desperation, everyone continued to run wildly, and a dilapidated ancient temple also came into everyone's eyes as scheduled, and the group of zombies saw this ancient temple as if they saw their father, scattered as birds and beasts, and ran away without even a shadow.

"This temple is really... Terrible. Sun Wukong came back to his senses and walked towards the ancient temple, and the wooden board on the side of the road, which had long been moldy and blackened, had a few gloomy black characters written on it: Corpse Mandarin Temple.

The group walked through several layers of mossy stairs, and what came into view was a gloomy and dilapidated temple that seemed to have been visited by no one for a long time.

As soon as he stepped into the ruined temple, there was a smell of rotten wood mixed with a strange aroma pouring into his nose, and Sun Wukong only felt that his flustered heart had calmed down, and so did everyone.

"Is there something wrong with my ears, or is there really someone knocking on the wooden fish in this temple?" Tan Muyan said a nonsense, slowly stepped forward and pushed open the door of the prayer hall, and what caught his eye was a small monk about the height of a wooden table sitting in the dim prayer hall lit by only a few candles, dozing off while knocking on the wooden fish.

"Little friend?" Tan Muyan stubbornly walked up and shouted softly.

The little monk turned his head, revealing that it was not the terrifying face with five-hole bleeding and fangs that Tan Muyan imagined, but a chubby and pleasing little face, "Eh, who do you look like?"