As soon as He Jinshui's words fell, the surviving villagers all let out an exclamation. The sense of loss that has the intention to kill the enemy and is powerless to return to the sky began to permeate the psychology of everyone, even the village chief Dick, who lost his beloved son.

"The creator god is above, is it that my Toba village is destined to have this catastrophe?" he let out a hoarse cry on his knees.

"The village chief must not panic, you must know that my life is up to me! He Jinshui shouted angrily in a majestic voice, interrupting everyone's thoughts. I saw him raise his arms and shout: "No matter how ruthless the prey is, it can't fight the brave hunter;

Seeing that everyone's eyes gradually brightened, he clenched his fists and said, "Didn't you also repel the zombie's repeated attacks before, and almost destroyed that giant zombie!

He suddenly thought of something, and asked curiously: "Dick Village Chief, the kid has two things that are not clear, and I ask the village chief to guide me!" "Hero, please speak!" Because the other party was concerned about the safety of the whole village, Dick did not dare to make a big difference, and replied with a humble expression.

"First, where did the zombies that appeared near here come from in the first place? Second, the bodies of zombies are poisonous, whether they are scratched or bitten, they will quickly infect each other and mutate. But I found that although many of your villagers here were injured in the hands of zombies, none of them mutated, except for Daniel, who went out to ask for help!"

Old man Dick pondered for a moment, stroked his beard and said, "I don't know where they came from, we have been attacked by zombies since the village was besieged the day before yesterday, and we don't know anything about things outside. As for the second question you asked," he paused and said to the child next to him, "Baby, go to the kitchen and get a bowl of water!"

The water bowl was quickly fetched, and the village chief grabbed a handful of soil and put it into the bowl and stirred it, and the clear bowl of water instantly became turbid. I saw the village chief make a gesture with the index finger of his right hand, and read to himself: "All poisons return to the sect!" The time to witness the miracle came, and the dirty muddy water suddenly stratified, the sediment instantly sank to the bottom, and the water in the bowl became clear and transparent again.

"This is" He Jinshui's pupils tightened suddenly, and he said with some uncertainty: "Is the power of magic?" At this time, Lance suddenly interjected: "It must be! ”

The village chief Dick sighed and said, "It doesn't matter what it is, I only know that it can save people's lives! It is said that a thousand years ago there was a strange man in our village, who lived alone without children and daughters. He likes to drink tea, and every time he makes tea, he will recite this mantra to the river water he takes, and the river water will be purified in an instant. ”

He continued: "Later, our village was plagued, and a large number of villagers were infected with the disease, and the whole village was in danger. At this moment, this strange man stepped forward and silently recited this incantation to remove the plague from all the patients!"

Torres listened intently, and couldn't help but interject, "That's amazing! What happened later? Did he die here?"

Dick shook his head and said, "It is said that he knew that the end was near, and he gave this method to the villagers to thank them for their care. Since then, it has been passed down from generation to generation in our village and has become the most valuable treasure in the village! This time, our villagers can still maintain their humanity after suffering from zombie damage, all thanks to its protection!"

Lyman's heart was itchy to hear this, he was a priest, and he was very interested in saving the dead, so he couldn't help stirring the bowl of water again, and according to Dick's gesture, he read aloud: "All poisons return to the sect!" but nothing changed.

Dick stroked his beard and said: "Don't be discouraged little hero, this trick needs to be learned by chance, my village has bred so far, there are only a few people in each generation who can learn this trick, and the old man happens to be one of them!" He suddenly thought of his deceased son, he will also do this trick, but unfortunately fate has played tricks, and from then on the world is separated! Thinking of this, he burst into tears and sighed for a long time.

At this time, Lance stretched out his fingers and pinched the spell in his hand, and before he could even pronounce the spell, the water in the bowl became clear again, even much faster than the village chief Dick. He Jinshui was overjoyed, touched his head and asked curiously, "Little Lance, why don't you even have to recite a spell?"

Lance smiled shyly, dodged He Jinshui's Lushan claws, shook his head and said, "I read it, but I read it in my heart!"

He Jinshui turned around and watched the little madman, Arnold, Torres and others clumsily shaking their fingers, spitting and chanting incantations wildly, but they had no effect at all, and they were so angry that they screamed. He laughed in his heart: "It's really better for people to die than people, and the goods should be thrown away! Could it be that Lance is the illegitimate son of the old man who created the world?"

At this time, Moriel had woken up leisurely and was secretly weeping. He Jinshui walked over quickly, nodded at her and asked, "This beautiful girl, can you tell me what happened before we came." ”

"Good!" Moriel had recovered from her grief. She cleared her throat and began to tell the story of what had happened before, every step she would take, every detail she would take. Her eloquence and clarity of thought not only awakened some numb villagers, but also touched the hearts of the mercenaries. Lance had tears in his eyes, and Torres trembled with excitement, grabbing his pen and writing, ignoring the teasing of McGinn on his shoulder.

He Jinshui looked at the girl who was gradually recovering her vitality, as if she was no longer a weak and pitiful little woman, but a battle-hardened and decisive general. After Mo Lier finished speaking, everyone was still immersed in the thrilling battle scene, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

He Jinshui nodded, and said with a pleasant face: "You have done a good job! Not only are you rigorous and interlocking, but you are also bold and careful, and you are good at using strangeness. If we were to live in a different place, I really couldn't think of a better way. ”

"Pity me for exhausting my skills, but I still have a bad move, and I fall short, damn it, I am unwilling!" Mo Lier gritted her teeth and knocked on the big tree beside her, her hands drenched in blood.

"Although you are gifted and intelligent, after all, you are in a corner of the world, and your knowledge is limited! You can't imagine the invincible power that breaks new ground and overwhelms the world. Speaking of this, He Jinshui's five fingers bluffed, and several lightning bolts in the sky instantly converged, slashing at the top of the high mountain in the distance, flying sand and rocks in an instant, and the earth shook the mountains!

Feeling the power of heaven and earth, Moriel was shocked and changed color. What a smart person she is, she has already faintly felt He Jinshui's solicitation, she clasped her fists with both hands and said: "As long as you can get revenge, the little woman is willing to follow in the footsteps of all heroes and be willing to do the work of dogs and horses!"

"Okay! Let me ask you, the villagers of the nine towns and ten towns here have turned into tens of thousands of zombies and are pouring towards this place, what should you do?" He Jinshui deliberately compared to her.

The village chief of Dick changed color in shock, and the crowd around him was stunned in horror. The cunning girl Mo Lier regained her former vigor and said slowly: "This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so I should bury countless flammable things, and pretend to defend with all my might to lure the enemy into the depths; quietly leave this place and wait for the corpses to occupy it, and burn it to the ground! All my village will retreat in peace. ”

The applause rang out, and He Jinshui laughed loudly: "Very good strategy, but unfortunately I can't use it this time, because when we came up, we found that this mountain had been completely surrounded." The tide of tens of thousands of corpses is expected to arrive in an hour, how can you resist?"

Rao is Mo Lier is witty, and she can't help but swallow her mouth and smile bitterly: "The little woman is blunt, there is really nothing to do, and I hope that all heroes will lend a hand and save my villagers from fire and water!"

He Jinshui clapped his hands and said: "The art of war in our hometown says, 'All those who fight, with the right match, with the odd victory'. You think that our side is in an irretrievable weakness, so you have come up with all kinds of clever ways and clever ways to constantly emphasize the need to win by surprise, but you ignore that the cornerstone of victory in the war is to 'match with the right one'! There is no head-on confrontation in which the forces are evenly matched, and all opportunistic tricks are only built on the ground of a castle in the air, and once the situation suddenly changes, it will certainly be in chaos and will be destroyed and destroyed! This is the case with your previous examples. ”

"But Brother Hero, can we really confront tens of thousands of zombies head-on?" Moriel became less confident. Her kung fu is far worse than strategy, and now she is only a beginner ranger archer, even the big road goods Torres can't beat, and her knowledge of martial arts is very limited. She really couldn't imagine that with just a few people, she could resist the attack of tens of thousands of zombies head-on.

"Of course you can!" He Jinshui's eyes were shining, and a confident smile floated to the corners of his mouth. He waved his big hand and said: "Let you see what it means to have a heavy sword without a blade, and it is not skillful!"

On the eve of dawn, the eastern sky rises white, and the distant mountains are shrouded in a hazy mist, mysterious and secluded. A roar rang out suddenly, breaking the silence. Thousands of green-faced, fanged, rotting zombies staggered toward the mountainside. They were overwhelming, covering the clouds and the sun, sweeping several mountain peaks and converging, as if they were about to set foot on Toba Village in an instant!