There are not many undead who have poured into the village, but just a few are enough to bring a devastating blow to the village, and the village chief Xie Sang alone can't save so many people......

However, after this violent wind disc appeared, the four ghost corpses were immediately swept into the air and strangled alive!

"It's ...... It's ......"

After the villagers who were saved by this wind tornado came back to their senses, they looked in Zhang Xiaohou's direction in disbelief.

Su Xiaoluo was also extremely surprised and looked at Zhang Xiaohou, who was controlling the power of the wind beside him......

She may have guessed that Zhang Xiaohou was a hunter who came out on adventures, but she never thought that Zhang Xiaohou would be a mid-level mage.

Village Chief Xie Sang actually had some difficulty dealing with a few undead, and he couldn't kill those fast undead for a long time, but Zhang Xiaohou's wind plate was a second kill, and he killed a whole four ghost corpses in seconds!!

"Wind Pan - Tianluo!"

Zhang Xiaohou drew the star map again, and suddenly another more majestic whirling wind appeared.

The swirling wind formed a thick wind barrier, engulfing a group of villagers at once.

Zhang Xiaohou controlled the Wind Barrier again, preventing them from crunching, and the villagers seemed to be protected by a hurricane in the eye of the wind, and those hungry undead would turn into pieces in an instant as soon as they pounced on the Wind Barrier of the Wind Disk Tianluo!

The undead are stupid, they only know how to pounce on living creatures, and there are a dozen or so villagers who have gathered together to flee in the Wind Circle, and the more hungry and greedy they are, the more they pounce on this wind magic, and the more they die.

Nearly ten undead all crashed into the wind disk Tianluo, and they were wiped out at once. Die thoroughly.

......

Two wind magic spells rained down from the sky, killing the dozen or so undead who had broken into the village. Let those villagers almost bow down and worship the blessing of the god of the wind.

The village chief, Xie Sang, killed the last carrion corpse and looked at this thin young man who he called a fool in disbelief.

Xie Sang alone couldn't deal with a dozen undead at all. At the moment when the undead attacked the village, he knew that the village was going to be slaughtered, and he never expected that this terrible thing that destroyed the village would be killed by this stupid boy's two magics!

Xie Sang knew that he might be a mage, but he had never heard of a mage with such cultivation at this age!!

"What are you crying about, what are you crying about, is it time to cry, hurry up and hide in the well cellar!" Xie Sang, the village chief, shouted at the surrounding villagers who had no ability to resist at all.

In fact, the whole massacre did not last long, but more than a dozen villagers were killed, and countless others were injured.

God knows if there are more undead out there, and as the village head, he has to make a decision right away.

Well cellars. This is the place where their village has taken refuge in a special situation, the secret room is generally closed, and it is buried deep in the stone layer that isolates the soil of the other undead, and now everyone must take some food, water, and heating to escape to the well cellar.

......

There was no time to mourn, and the villagers fled to the well cellar with their belongings.

Before nightfall, the village was empty, and all that was left on the dirt road was the bright red water that flowed into streams.

The corpses of the villagers did not have time to be disposed of, they were soaked in water, and the death was very miserable......

Oddly enough. Except for the dozen or so undead creatures before, there were no other undead creatures pouring into the village, in fact, there were many other undead creatures outside the village, but they were not interested in the village at all, and even after smelling the gray wood, even the smell of blood did not let them move here.

The rain was a little more subdued. Stretching like a needle.

Outside the village, a gray robe slowly printed out in the rain curtain.

The bamboo-woven hat was huge, covering the face of the man in the cloth. Only his slightly pointed chin could barely be seen.

The man walked a few steps towards the entrance of the village and glanced at the pool of blood in the rain ahead......

"There are other mages...... man's voice floated out like a cold wind.

"Uh~~~~~ uhh~~~~~~~~~h

Next to the man. Several sturdy rotting corpses were screaming from hunger, and they were only a few meters away from the man in the robe. But instead of attacking the man in the robe, they stood a few paces behind him like servants.

"The corpse has been rewarded to you. The man in the cloak said ruthlessly.

As soon as the words fell, the sturdy carrion corpses suddenly rushed towards the corpses of the villagers scattered in the village, one by one crazy as vicious dogs!

"Is it useful to hide in the well cellar, hahahaha!!!"

The man in the coat suddenly turned and disappeared into the black rain, leaving the grim laughter to melt into the cold wind and echo over the village.

......

......

It rained for three days, but fortunately, Mo Fan was an open-minded man who knew how to use branches to draw squares on the ground and play backgammon with Liu Ru to relieve boredom.

"The rain is not down, we can go on our way. Ali, the attendant, walked back from outside the cave and spoke to the crowd.

"What, you still have to go to Huacun?" the short man looked at the men.

"Definitely going to go. Mo Fan said.

Mengjing nodded the same.

"I say two, I know that you are outstanding in strength, but I have long heard from others that there is an abyss near Huacun, and if we accidentally step on the abyss, hundreds of lives will have to die thoroughly!" said the short man.

"Either return the money or hit the road. Mo Fan said directly.

"It's impossible to get the money back!" said the short man.

"Then hit the road. ”

"I also have to go to Huacun, I haven't been back to Yangyang Village for several years, although I don't know why my uncle always doesn't let me go back, but this time I went back and saw that the village was gone, and I had to figure out what to say. The strong man said with a serious face.

The strong man's name was Fang Miao, and the unscrupulous Mo Fan laughed for at least an hour when he knew the name of this burly farmer.

Fang Youmiao is a native of Yangyang Village, because he doesn't like the kind of closure of the village very much, he went to the big city for several years, but when he returned to the ancient capital the year before last, his uncle did not allow him to return to the village.

After all, it's the family, and whatever they say, they have to find out the reason for their disappearance, and the only way to find the answer is naturally to go to Huacun next door.

Only the dwarf had the idea of calling back, so he was basically carried away.

......

The rare peace on the way to Huacun also encountered groups of undead, but with gray garlic there was no danger in the past.

It's just that after arriving at Huacun, everyone was confused by the empty village!

How come the people of Hwaschon are also missing??

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(Almost, I almost thought there was the 31st of this month.) Haha as soon as this chapter is released, the new January is coming, I'm already lying down, let's smash the monthly ticket and come over !!) (to be continued......)