In the small courtyard, two bamboo poles are stuck in the ground, a rope is connected between the two bamboo poles, and several pieces of clothing are hung on them.

Wang Yan stretched out his hand to touch it, and as expected, the clothes had already weathered, and under the touch, they had turned into ashes and fell down.

A small, twisted wooden house sits quietly in the courtyard, like a ghost in a strange dance pose.

Wang Yan stepped forward step by step and gently pushed open the wooden door.

Unexpectedly, it was empty, and there was no half of it.

The hut was small, and standing in the doorway, you could see it without turning your head, except for a hardboard bed, and in front of the bed was a small wooden table, on which were neatly stacked with a few pages of paper.

After yesterday's experience in that hall, Wang Shen had great interest and anticipation for these pages, and when he saw the pages on the table, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out to grab them.

However, at this moment, there was a small sound behind him, like a snake crawling on the ground.

Wang Yan's hand that reached out to grasp the pages froze suddenly, and as he turned sharply, he jumped backwards, quickly distancing himself from the unknown thing behind him.

It was only then that he could see what it was.

A zombie was standing behind him, very small, only up to Wang Yan's waist, and it seemed that he was only eleven or twelve years old when he was alive.

The flesh on his face, though air-dried, was intact and did not appear to be rotting in the slightest.

He was draped in a wide robe that covered him like a bag, revealing only one head, the end of which hung down to the ground.

This appearance is somewhat like the appearance of a Taoist boy that Wang Yan saw on TV in his previous life.

Wang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked vigilantly at the zombie in front of him.

Unlike other zombies, this zombie who looked like a Taoist boy didn't show such a powerful aggression for the first time after seeing Wang Yan.

Instead, he stood in front of Wang Ember like this, looked up at Wang Ember with empty eyes that only had two holes left, and remained motionless.

This kind of reaction made Wang Yan a little confused for a while, which of the zombies he had seen in the past did not rush up to bite him like a dog that saw him.

Only the child-like zombie in front of him was so quiet.

It's really abnormal.

"Kenny?"

The zombie who looked like a Taoist boy suddenly spoke a series of syllables.

Wang Yan could understand the language of this world and heard the meaning of this sentence.

"Have you seen my master?"

"This little boy looks like a zombie...... Can you communicate with people? ”

Wang Ember was surprised in his heart, after coming to the dream world to explore so many times, it was the first time he had seen a zombie who could communicate with people.

Even the monster that had been in the main hall before could only utter a few repetitive syllables.

And the Taoist zombie in front of him seems to still retain the ability to communicate with people? Is there wisdom left?

"Who is your master?"

After thinking about it, Wang Yan responded in the language of this world, wanting to try to see if he could communicate with this little zombie, and maybe he could get some clues from the mouth of this little zombie.

Trying to talk to a zombie who has been dead for an unknown amount of time is a very terrifying scene, but since Wang Shen entered this dream world, he has seen all kinds of strange things, how can he be frightened by this little thing?

"Have you seen my master?"

However, the Dao Tong zombie was unheard of, and still repeated his own questions.

Wang Yan frowned: "Who is your master?" I don't know your master. ”

"Have you seen my master?"

The Dao Tong Zombie kept repeating this sentence, as if he was chanting a spell, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster.

Wang Yan keenly sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously took a step back.

"Have you seen my master? Have you seen my master? You ......"

His voice became more and more sharp, and the next moment, his sharp murmur suddenly turned into a scream, and the sound wave came into Wang Yan's ears, like a steel needle piercing his mind, making Wang Yan's ear canal tingle, even if he was already on guard, his consciousness was still in a trance for a moment.

Whew!

The wide robe on the zombie's body suddenly tore apart from the middle, revealing a body of rotting flesh and blood under the robe, and the zombie was still holding a wooden sword in his hand, which was carved with snake-like winding lines, which had been mostly decomposed, and was previously covered by the wide robe, without showing a trace at all.

The zombie wielded a rotting wooden sword and slashed at Wang Ember head-on.

Wang Yan was fighting with a zombie with a weapon for the first time, and he didn't know the details of the other party, although the other party was only holding a wooden sword, he still didn't dare to be careless, his body bent, and he quickly retreated to avoid this sword.

Whoa!

The room was already small, Wang Yan retreated again and again, kicked down the only wooden bench in the room under his feet, and had retreated to the corner, and there was no way to retreat.

The zombie let out a sharp whistling sound, raised the wooden sword, and stabbed it at Wang Yan's chest.

Wang Shen quickly bent down and picked up the wooden stool from the ground and held it in front of his chest.

Peng!

It was also wooden, but the wooden stool in Wang Yan's hand was like paper paste in front of the wooden sword, and it was easily pierced, but the wooden sword seemed to be castrated, and it still stabbed Wang Yan's chest quickly.

Wang Ember was shocked in his heart, he didn't have time to think about it, his body twisted with all his might, and he could miss the vital part, and the wooden sword passed through Wang Ye's side, cutting off a piece of Wang Ember's flesh and blood, and at the same time, it also pierced deeply into the wall behind Wang Ember.

The boy howled and wanted to pull the wooden sword out of the wall, but the wooden sword was too deep and too high, and the boy was too small, so there was no way to pull out the wooden sword for a while.

Wang Ember seized the opportunity and kicked the zombie in the chest, and the zombie was directly kicked away by Wang Ember's kick.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Ember endured the sharp pain on his side, grabbed the wooden sword with both hands, and pulled out the wooden sword with a slight force.

The zombie howled and rushed up again, but Wang Ember held the wooden sword in both hands and slashed hard, and the wooden sword drew a beautiful and powerful semicircle in the air, slashing past the zombie's neck.

The zombie still ran forward two steps under the effect of inertia, and then fell to its knees at once, its weathered and shriveled head sliding off its neck, gurgling and rolling on the ground a few times, and soon weathered into a pile of powder.

"This wooden sword ......"

A strong tingling sensation came from the wound on his side, but Wang Yan didn't care, but looked at the wooden sword in his hand with a surprised expression.

It's just a wooden sword, why is it so sharp?