"Don't run!" It was like a wild beast roaring, and it was like a wind roaring.

Zhang Zhengyi looked back, and the beautiful figures all turned into cracked clay sculptures, and they rushed towards him with their broken facial features.

Zhang Zhengyi tried to resist, or hook up the surrounding plants, but in the end it was to no avail.

Those tea pickers look like mud sculptures that can be broken at will, but in fact, they are hard like the clay figures in Nuwa's hands!

Not only that, the group of tea pickers shot accurately and ruthlessly, each blow went straight to the vital point, and they could also control the fire and suppress the spiritual power released by the protection around him, and the strength was comparable to that of eighteen rhinoceros.

These actions can't help but remind Zhang Zhengyi of the tea-making process: picking leaves, frying greens, pressing...

It's exactly like the kind of tea-making immortal who has practiced tea-making skills to a high level!

But this tea making immortal, don't bury people as fertilizer at every turn!

Zhang Zhengyi felt as if the wind was about to blow under his feet, and he ran fast.

But they still couldn't stand it, and the group of tea pickers ran like wild beasts, tightly surrounding themselves.

This huge tea garden is like a boundless grassland, the more Zhang Zhengyi runs, the more desperate he feels, he is like a lonely teenager targeted by wolves, and sooner or later he will be caught and bitten to death by wolves.

Suddenly, a blue-green ethereal figure appeared in front of Zhang Zhengyi's eyes.

That figure was different from the other tea pickers.

The tea picker who has not yet been molded in clay wears dark brown clothes, just like the color of the earth, and her expression and movements are slightly stiff.

And that figure, with a clear and ethereal aura, was like a fairy above the nine heavens falling to the earth.

What is that?

When Zhang Zhengyi had doubts in his mind, he saw that she was waving to him.

Is it to let yourself go to her side?

After Zhang Zhengyi made a little choice in his heart, he decided to take a gamble.

After all, in this vast tea field, I can't run out, so it's better to bet on this sudden change.

The green figure was like an ethereal cloud of smoke, tossing and turning in the tea field.

Zhang Zhengyi also followed her steps and kept moving forward.

But the more he followed, the closer he felt to that strange tea house?

What the fuck? It's a liar, right?

Zhang Zhengyi paused suddenly, ignoring the ethereal green shadow anymore, but turned around and ran away.

Sure enough, in the dead realm, murderous opportunities are lurking, not only the crisis on the surface is irresistible, but even in the shadows, there are things that deceive themselves at all times.

Fortunately, he has a cautious personality and has superb intelligence.

Zhang Zhengyi praised himself in his heart, changed directions again, and ran towards the mountains in the distance.

In any case, the Dead Realm has a boundary, and if he insists on running, he can always run, but if he enters the tea house, he will completely fall into this place.

Zhang Zhengyi firmly believed in this criterion, and then he was blocked by more and more tea pickers.

"Fertilizer ~ fertilizer!" The hideous-looking and fragmented tea picker let out a strange laugh and rushed towards Zhang Zhengyi with a knife.

They were like a circle of shrinking stone walls, glowing with murderous intent in their hearts.

Zhang Zhengyi gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and the aura in his body surged wildly.

Clay figurines, huh? Watch me roast you all dry!

Zhang Zhengyi's spiritual power all merged into his heart, and then, more than a dozen huge fire pythons appeared out of thin air and rushed towards the mud people.

Rumble!

In the collision of flames, the clay figurines were impacted, and they took a few steps back, but the next moment, nothing changed.

The tea pickers were silent for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! He still uses fire! ”

"Fire in front of us?!"

"Let him see what real fire is!"

A tea picker stood up, looked at Zhang Zhengyi, stretched out her hands covered with dry soil, and a wild fire sprayed directly towards Zhang Zhengyi.

Zhang Zhengyi roared angrily, and the flames in his body also erupted.

Under the furious flames, the two sides were evenly matched.

But when the other tea pickers saw this, they all sneered and spewed out wild fire.

Soon, Zhang Zhengyi was defeated and burned by the flames.

At the last second of being stunned by the flames, he saw that the tea pickers rushed forward, carried him, and walked towards the tea house...

(End of book)