As is often the case in movies, the one that was supposed to exist is no longer there. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not to mention the dried corpse, even the storage room doesn't exist anymore.

If it weren't for the fact that Makoto's body was filled with a belly of sea water from the sea of dead souls, he would have wondered if he had been eroded by someone and hallucinated.

It's a living fortress, Makoto can only guess that.

When the original storage room disappeared, a new hallway was left behind, and upon stepping inside, Makoto could clearly see that the torches on the walls had been turned into oil lamps.

"It stinks. I don't know if it's corpse oil. ”

The corridor was two or three hundred meters long, and at the end was a large-looking room, with a half-turned wooden door at the door.

A deep voice came from within, the voice of a zombie in Makoto's memory.

"Whew, it's good to have something. ”

Rather than facing the ever-changing corridors, Makoto prefers to engage in zombie-fighting activities.

Grabbing the scimitar, Makoto came to the door and looked inside.

It was a hall of five or six hundred square meters, in which more than twenty zombies were dangling, and there was nothing else.

Cheng sensed it slightly, and said strangely: "It's so weak, it's completely two worlds with the zombies in the cave in front of me, not to mention me now, I'm afraid I can fight it alone even when I was alive." ”

Of course, it's probably limited to heads-up.

If you don't cut it when you encounter a zombie, it's obviously not a sincere character.,And even if it's weak.,Zombies are zombies.,It's a dangerous existence.。

Perception ability, movement strength and speed can't be compared to what he encountered before, Makoto didn't even use the Flying Feather Talisman Sword Technique, and just relied on his own reaction speed to move the heads of these weakened versions of zombies.

When the last head hit the ground, Makoto whistled, obviously a little complacent, and I didn't know whether it should be counted as a pleasure in suffering, or a lack of heart.

"Now let me see, I, I'm grass!"

Makoto was about to say something to let me look for any quest items or secret passages, but his eyes widened, staring straight at the entrance where he came.

The entrance hasn't gone away, but something has changed.

The door that was supposed to be outside came to Makoto's side again, and the place that was supposed to be a corridor became a hall.

The low roar of a zombie is coming from the gate.

Makoto looked around violently, and the twenty or so zombies with their heads were lying in the open space around them.

Makoto was slightly scared, not because he was afraid of zombies, but because he thought that this strange phenomenon was constantly destroying his ability to think, and if his logical thinking ability didn't work properly, then everything would become unknown, and the unknown was obviously not a good thing.

Or maybe the unknown is the source of the most terrible horror.

Makoto took a long breath, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and slowly came to the door.

This is a place that is almost identical to the hall where Makoto is now, with the only difference being that this new hall has four more square columns.

Makoto looked back at the zombies lying on the ground, and even began to feel that their faces were the same.

Although they are rotten and almost unrecognizable.

Although he knew that it would not be a good idea to go up and cut it, when there were only interconnected rooms left, Makoto felt that he had nothing else to do but change the environment.

But at least he kept an eye on it, and that was to keep himself facing the direction of the door.

Fortunately, these zombies are also weakened versions, so although this method is a bit stupid, Makoto did manage to shave the heads of all the zombies while keeping an eye in the direction of the door.

The opposite side was quiet and Makoto was very proud.

But this pride did not last long, for when he came to the door, he found that the opposite side was not unchanged, but that it was silent.

The same four square pillars appeared in the hall on this side, and what Makoto didn't expect was that although there were no zombies here, there were two more long rotten wooden tables lined up on both sides.

"Roar!"

Makomasa was surprised by the change in front of him, and a familiar roar came from behind him, and with it came a heavy stench of corpses.

Almost instinctively, Makoto lunged forward, dodged the attack behind him, turned over, and was already in the room where he appeared first.

He looked up and saw that Room Two, which was supposed to be a dead zombie, had been reoccupied by living zombies, and that the same thing as Room One was that there was a rotten wooden table on the other side.

A chill different from the sea rose in his heart, and Makoto felt his hands and feet tingle slightly.

"No, no, I can't let human instincts occupy my consciousness, the emotions of the undead are unstable things, although they are slow to react, but once they have an attack, they are not something I can control at all. ”

Sensing the fear rising in his heart, Makoto hurriedly shook the seawater inside the white ivory in his body in order to weaken the feeling.

"Gross!"

There was a seasickness to my stomach, and the fear was indeed gone, but it was obviously not a good process.

Of course, there is no time for Makoto to sigh now, the zombie obviously has no geographical restrictions, and as Makoto came to room No. 1, he also pounced.

"One, Swift. ”

Because it wasn't the best position to exert power, Makoto chose to use swordsmanship to strengthen his attack.

Although the Flying Feather Talisman Swordsmanship belongs to swordsmanship, the attack method of the first type of swift is more like drawing a knife to cut, so using a scimitar to fight, although the swift is a little suffocated, but the power is not weakened much.

Because of the bad position, the zombie's head was not cut off this time, but the power brought by the swift directly disemboweled the zombie and stopped him from rushing forward.

Kicking him away, Makoto took a few steps back, once again facing the zombies he had already slashed twice.

Because of his suspicions, Makoto carefully observed that the clothes on these zombies were no different from those they had been killed by themselves, and even the location of the hole on them had not changed at all.

He slashed the one closest to him, and his heart moved, and his body changed his previous posture and retreated to the rear.

Then, again, there was a slicing and brain-slicing activity.

Twenty-three, this time the number is very clear, plus the first one who was disemboweled, a total of twenty-three zombies.

He scratched his head and said curiously, "There is always a sense of déjà vu in this number?"

He kicked the headless zombies under his feet, suddenly remembered what happened before, and said, "This number seems to be a bit the same as the number of zombies I cut down before, it seems that I cut a total of twenty-three in addition to the ones that jumped into the river." However, not only are the strengths different from those here, but there is also a bright soul fire in their eyes. ”

He felt that his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have grasped the key place, and said in a low voice: "Soul fire? Speaking of which, it seems that soul fire only appears when I transform into form, and usually souls are no different from living people, why can the eyes of Elena and those zombies burn as usual? What form do their souls exist?"