Screams appeared one after another in the village of Shanghe Village. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The clan elders in the village sweated coldly and tried to gather the villagers to work together to resist the killing of the monsters, and a bronze bell in the village kept making a crisp sound under the shaking of manpower.

The sound spread throughout the village with the flow of air, so that all the more than 300 people in the village heard the sound of the bell.

The villagers who heard the bell all fled from their hiding places in a hurry and gathered towards the center of the village, believing that the village elders would have a way to save their lives.

There are also those who do not come out of their hiding places, but hide in fear under the bed, under the table, and even in the cellar, trembling in fear of the monsters that are coming.

They didn't know what the monster looked like, they didn't know how powerful the monster was, they just knew that people were being killed all the time, but just that some of them were scared out of their hearts.

They are just ordinary villagers, who spend their days farming for a living, and when faced with death, fear inevitably prevails.

The courage to face death is not something that everyone can have.

In a house, a small man and a burly man were sucking the blood of the family, the sound of gurgling water kept sounding, and mouthfuls of blood were constantly sucked into the bodies of these two people.

After a while, the family was killed, and at this moment, the bell that summoned the villagers on weekdays in the village was constantly ringing.

The sound of bells rang throughout the village, and there was a rapid sound in the silent night sky, and the sound of this bell seemed to be the last wailing sound of the village.

The burly man heard the bell and put down the food in his hand, and the corpse that had been drained of blood fell heavily to the ground, and the contact between the corpse and the ground splashed a lot of dust, and returned to the ground again with the passage of time.

The burly man wanted to go to the village, but was stopped by the little man, who said, "Don't worry about those who go to the center of the village, find out those who are hiding first!"

The cold and seeping killing intent emanated from the small man's body, and its momentum was as terrifying as the Asura demon of hell!

The burly man nodded, and without saying a word, walked to a cellar, from which he pulled out a ten-year-old child, who looked at the murderous and bloodthirsty face in front of him, and the bloody corpse on the ground, which contained his father, mother, and his grandfather, and many more of his relatives.

The child's eyes were filled with tears, he didn't know what had happened to his relatives, he only vaguely felt that he would never see his father and mother and his grandfather again.

The child looked at the person in front of him who pulled him out of his hiding place, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Third uncle!"

He then died of blood sucked out under the burly man's sharp fangs.

The burly man gently put down the child in his hand, sorted out the child's clothes, looked at the child's doubtful and tearful eyes, and said calmly: "I'm not your third uncle, I'm just a dead person!"

The burly man picked up the child on the ground, walked to the big pit dug by the little man, and placed the child's body in his hand, which was already full of corpses, which were the corpses of the family.

The burly man walked out of the pit and came to the side of the little man, and the burly man said with some sadness: "Brother, is it too much for us to do this, for our own lives, but to kill so many people, these are all our people!"

The little man comforted beside him: "Big brother don't have to be too sad, and you don't have to blame yourself! If you don't do it for yourself, you will be destroyed! We have killed so many people, there will inevitably be a mage to subdue us, so that we will not be discovered by the mage, we can only make this decision!"

Besides, we have left them a chance, and we have not completely cut off their hope, and as for what happens in the future, then there is nothing we can do. ”

The little man spread his hands and said some words of comfort to the burly man, and he knew that the burly man did not really feel guilty about killing these people, because the dead would not have such emotions as guilt and sadness.

It's just that the habits of being people in the past are still silently affecting their thinking and consciousness, after all, the two of them are resurrected with the memory of their previous life as the core, and there is nothing to argue about the impact of everything before on them.

As for the existence of such an effect, it would take hundreds or thousands of years to consume it.

Time will consume everything, and the emotional cognition of the long-lived species and the emotional cognition of the short-lived species are completely different states.

After a while, the burly man stopped his grief and buried the hole with a large amount of earth.

When everything was done, the burly man said, "All right! Now let's go to the next one!"

The burly man was the first to walk out of the door, followed by the small man.

For the rest of the time, the two of them did this thing, killing, digging pits, burying corpses! Killing, digging pits, burying corpses!

Repeating the process over and over again, their high speed and efficiency allowed the two of them to complete all of this quickly!

Afterwards, the two of them went to the location of the village center, and the time of all this time had not passed for half an hour, and the villagers had just gathered together.

And the small man and the burly man also successfully grew into the third stage of zombies after killing hundreds of people, the black zombie.

Zombies are divided into dry corpses, gray zombies, black zombies, white zombies, zombie kings, and several levels.

As for the next few levels, the source of these zombies now, the body of the bearded Taoist priest has not yet arrived, let alone these zombies inherited by his bloodline.

The dry corpse is afraid of the existence of light, and under the sun, the dry corpse will immediately disappear, and there is no trace of affection to talk about.

Gray Zombie will not be destroyed by the sun's rays, but its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

For the black stiff, the sun's rays do not have any harm, but they are restrained by the gods.

As for Bai Zhuang, he is already immune to any divine power, and is not afraid of any power restraint.

The Zombie King can compete head-on with the human immortals.

The level of zombies can be distinguished by the color of their eyes, and the perception of dry corpses is the worst, basically ordinary people can completely destroy it with some sacred things, so there is no distinction between eyes.

Gray Zombie Eyes Gray, Black Zombie Eyes Black, White Zombie Eyes White, Zombie King's Eyes are Red.