Seeing that the momentum was not right, the professor and Ye Shan stumbled out of the laboratory, especially Professor Bayara, who knew that the thing was dangerous, but he couldn't bear to give up, and looked back from time to time, telling Wushuang not to kill him, and to stay alive. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"When will you keep your body alive? He's not an ordinary corpse, this is a black-haired zombie, and the corpse poison will be bad when it spreads!"

Click......

The black-haired zombie inside the amber broke free and jumped out of the amber completely, the thing had no thoughts, only subconscious actions. When he saw the nearest Wushuang, he pounced. Wushuang had already prepared, and dodged one by one.

The laboratory is a 100-square-meter enclosed space, outside the laboratory is the clinic corridor, and there is a fiberglass automatic door between them, Ye Shan retreated to the door with Professor Bayara in her arms, wanting to close the door to prevent the guy from running out, but she was afraid that once Wushuang was in danger after closing the door, she could only stand outside the door and watch.

"Forehead......" The thing roared, stenching from its mouth. He had been asleep for nearly five hundred years, and now he seemed to be awakening to vent.

"You've had a bad breath for hundreds of years without brushing your teeth!, don't scream!" Wushuang scolded as he played with him around the test bench.

This thing has just woken up, and the joints all over the body are stiff, so he can only jump and jump to catch up with Wushuang, and Wushuang has worked the soles of his feet, and he can still cope with it for a while. But if you drag on like this, sooner or later, you will be exhausted.

After sending the two out of the lab, Lan Caidie pressed the automatic door switch, and when the fiberglass door closed, she turned around and came back to help.

"Master, don't breathe, be careful of planting corpse poison!" she shouted.

This time, they came prepared, and when they were in the antique shop, Wushuang had already sensed the yin aura of this thing, and it was very likely that it was still alive. So let Lan Caidie prepare a corpse lock in advance. Lan Caidie took out the corpse lock and threw the other end of the rope to Wushuang.

This bundle of corpse locks is made of boy hair and soaked in rooster blood all year round, so it is a magic weapon to restrain large rice dumplings.

In fact, Wushuang could have used Kuixing Kick to unload the big dumpling, or he could have cut off his head with a dagger, but this thing meant a lot to Professor Bayara, and he didn't want to hurt it if he didn't want to hurt it. If it is a priceless antique, then a broken antique is certainly not worth much.

The two of them grabbed the lock of the corpse at one end, rushed forward and backward, and just took the big black-haired rice dumpling in, and the rope was pressed into the guy's open mouth by the inertia of the two of them. Immediately, the guy convulsed, and puffs of white smoke came out of his mouth, as if he had been corroded by some chemical.

Wushuang gestured to Lan Caidie, asking her to go around in the opposite direction, and simply tied it up to make a big tie, so that he had nowhere to go.

Unexpectedly, although this thing is just a black-haired zombie, after all, it has lived in the world for five hundred years, and it has absorbed the essence of blood pine, where is it so easy to deal with?

The black-haired zongzi was pressed by the corpse lock and did not dare to move, but his lower limbs and upper limbs were not restrained, and the burning given to him by the corpse lock stimulated the guy's strong desire to survive, and he fell down, and his head directly bypassed the corpse lock, and then stood up straight with his strong waist strength.

He stretched out his hands and pounced on the blue butterfly.

"Huh?" Lan Caidie was stunned, and her body immediately disappeared into the red juan.

The guy pounced, venting all his anger on Wushuang, ignoring the barrier of the test bench in front of him, he actually jumped up, relying on himself to occupy the commanding heights, and he could pounce on Wushuang with his claws wherever he ran.

"Your sister!" Wushuang was horrified, don't look at yourself as doing this, but if you are poked by this thing, you will definitely be poisoned by the corpse.

"Master can't hesitate any longer!" Lan Caidie shouted.

Wushu took two steps back, causing the guy to jump off the test bench and get closer, and he pushed him into the corner step by step, deliberately putting the guy in. Then, just as the guy stretched out his hands and was about to make contact with Wushuang at zero distance, Wushuang swooped down and drilled past his arms, tiptoeing up.

The peerless Kuixing kick bucket has been practicing for a while, and he can already accurately find the piece of life on the back of the big zongzi. He wrapped his feet around the guy's waist, and the guy subconsciously backhanded over to grab Wushuang, but Wushuang saw that his arms were back and in the middle of his arms, so he clasped his wrists with his hands.

That's a skill, not brute force, than brute force you must not be able to compare with the black-haired zombie, there is a door in the door called the bone rubbing hand, the emphasis is on overcoming the rigid with softness, turn to pick the weakest part of the joint between your bones to pinch, a pinch a quasi, a pinch a broken!

With two clicks, the wrist bones of the black-haired zombie's left and right hands were instantly crushed by Wushuang, and the two claws immediately hung down like kites with broken strings.

"Your uncle!, toast and don't eat and drink!" Wushuang lifted up on one knee and pressed his knee against the bone on his back......

The fiberglass door opened, and Professor Bayara rushed in.

He ...... Why didn't he move? What did you just do to him?"

"Hey...... Maybe it's dead this time, right?" Wushuang shook his head with a dry smile.

"You !!! you boy!! what am I talking about?Why did you kill him?my experiment!" Professor Bayara looked at the limp "test subject" at his feet and wanted to cry without tears, and when it was over, the Nobel Prize passed by again.

Professor Bayara rushed into the instrument room to get the resuscitator, and Wushuang didn't have time to deal with the medical freak, so he pulled the cloth bag from the big black rice dumpling and pulled out the treasure map sewn from broken sheepskin.

"Hey, you're really going to resuscitate a dead man? Do you think it's possible? Why don't you come and help me study this thing? "Wushuang unfolded this broken sheepskin map, this map is about three feet long after unfolding, and there are many mountains and rivers drawn on it, but the map painting of the ancients must be different from that of modern people, and the means of recording are also very backward, Wushuang cannot find the corresponding geographical location from the map, so he has to turn to Professor Bayara for help.

Professor Bayara had no choice but to give up, took the broken sheepskin treasure map in his handsless hands and sat down, he sat down, he still looked at the black-haired zombie that was still menacing just now with the corner of his eye.

"Oh, don't look at it, if he doesn't die, then my Kuixing kicking fight will be in vain. Wushuang forcibly moved the old man's head over, and then respectfully put on his glasses and let him focus on the treasure map.