Fang Xing didn't talk to Bai Feiyan for a few words, and Bai Feiyan was sleepy.

On this day, I ran and hid, and then many plants were born, and now as soon as I am full, sleepiness and exhaustion will follow.

After saying goodnight to Fang Xing again, Bai Feiyan fell asleep.

Fang Xing continued to keep his eyes open, looking in the direction around him.

Over time.

The ghostly fires in the dark forest are getting more and more numerous.

The faint blue light is combined with the sound of nowhere, and the atmosphere is dozens of times more terrifying than a haunted house!

The moon in the sky finally slowly rose into the sky, and a little reddish moonlight sprinkled on the ground, making the environment even more eerie.

Fang Xing took out his mechanical watch and glanced at the time.

"It's one o'clock in the morning."

"The time is coming, isn't it?"

As soon as the words fell.

Not far away, in the grave, a pair of rotting hands forcibly ripped away the dirt from his body, revealing a rotten and almost faceless head.

It's just that before this head had time to glance in the direction of Fang Xing, it was directly shot by a magic arrow that suddenly appeared!

The night is a paradise for undead monsters.

In places where the smell of death is strong, the sleeping corpses will be revived for a short time, and until the first rays of the morning sun appear, the dark forest is a paradise for undead monsters.

Although these immortals are very weak, almost all of them are about the first level, and even the second level is rare. However, the sheer number of creatures in the vicinity is still afraid of the area.

What the undead enjoy most is to absorb the drifting ghost fire and the red moonlight.

What I hate most is the breath of the living and the scorching heat of the flames.

Fang Xing directly lit so many fires in the forest. For the undead monsters in the forest, it's like someone peeing in their own pool, and it's completely unbearable!

One undead monster after another picked up the dirt from their bodies and rushed directly in the direction of Fang Xing.

Fang Xing is also unambiguous.

A large amount of wood accumulated in the ring was poured directly into a few fires, and the flames burned high!

The firelight not only greatly illuminates the surrounding environment, but also successfully arouses the wrath of the undead monsters.

One by one, skeletons and carrion corpses, as well as some carrion dogs, let out a threatening roar towards Fang Xing.

Then he was shot in the head by Fang Xing with an arrow.

As long as the bow and arrow are aimed in the direction, Fang Xing can shoot arrows without missing arrows, one arrow at a time!

The speed at which monsters are cleared is only related to the speed at which Fang Xing opens his bow and arrows.

The entire dark forest stretched for dozens of miles, and there were even tens of thousands of undead creatures inside, even if they couldn't catch up from afar, Fang Xing would soon fall into the encirclement of monsters.

Fang Xing's hands were like the wind, the bow in his hand was as fast as a wound crossbow arrow, and the pale traces drawn by the magic arrow in the darkness were almost connected into a line.

With the arrival of monsters, Fang Xing's experience bar is also rising.

Even if you kill low-level monsters with experience decay, you can't stop such a large-scale monster farming.

I didn't know how many arrows I had shot, but Fang Xing finally heard the system prompt of the fourth level he had ascended to.

He rubbed his arm.

Fang Xing directly added ten acquired attribute points to agility, so that the speed at which he could open his bow would be faster.

For a moment, the light blue magic arrows were like weaving an invisible curtain in the dark forest.

Within seconds of all undead monsters stepping into the range of the firelight, their heads will be shattered by this curtain, and their corpses will be sucked into a gourd.

If it weren't for this gourd, Fang Xing really wouldn't dare to take this risk.

After all, if the corpses pile up quickly, you will directly surround yourself in the corpse pile, even if you want to run, it will be troublesome.

But now that I have this gourd, not only do I not have to worry about the disposal of the corpse, but I will also have enough healing liquid for myself.

Healing liquid, that's money!

I'm leveling up and making money at the same time!

After reaching level four, these low-level undead give less experience.

Fang Xing shot dozens of heads in a row, and his experience showed that he had only increased by one thousandth.

In this survival world, there is no future for leveling up low-level monsters.

If Fang Xing's level exceeds level five, then the experience given is even less pitiful.

With such a continuous archery, even if Fang Xing had the physical strength bonus of a martial arts genius, he was a little unbearable.

I can only drink a sip of healing liquid to regain my strength after a few minutes.

Now Fang Xing's level is higher, and the healing liquid condensed by low-level monsters is not as effective as before.

But that doesn't matter to the bank.

There is a healing liquid!

If you can't recover from one sip, then take three sips!

I drank it vigorously with an open opening!

There are so many monsters tonight, can you still be afraid that the healing liquid will run out?

Under Fang Xing's stormy continuous efforts, the undead creatures who were moving slowly around him finally had no way to get close to Fang Xing.

The huge amount not only provided Fang Xing with enough experience, but also exploded a considerable amount of coins and equipment.

Half past four in the morning.

In the distance, the sky was already slightly white.

Dawn is coming.

No matter how unwilling the undead monsters in the dark forest are, they can only find a way to dig up the soil layer first and bury themselves in it.

During the day, they don't belong to a weak undead monster like them.

The monsters surrounding Fang Xing gradually disappeared, and Fang Xing also felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Hours of fighting!

Even if you have a healing liquid supplement, you can't hold it anymore!

After all, it's just replenishing physical strength, and there is no way to consume energy.

Fang Xing yawned and walked around himself, putting away all the monsters' explosive equipment and coins.

Looking at the messy equipment in his ring, Fang Xing shook his head.

"Forget it, let's not look at it yet."

"Sleep!"