Running quickly along the abandoned village, behind Zhou Qing, the zombies chasing him let out a corpse roar with different tones to chase after him, and gradually, the speed of the zombies was left behind by him because it was not as fast as Zhou Qing.

However, there are those who have been left behind, and there are new ones, and there seem to be zombies everywhere in this mountain forest.

The zombies chasing behind him went from five at the beginning to more than ten after descending the mountain, to seven or eight just now, and now, there are still six behind him.

The deeper he ran into the northern mountains and forests, the more zombies he attracted, and at this time he could only run, not stop.

Because if he stops at this time, then the zombies he has attracted along the way will definitely catch up one after another.

From the time he had just come down the mountain to the time he had now run into this ruined village, he had attracted at least a hundred zombies on the way, and if he had stopped now, this hundred zombies would have been enough for him to eat a pot.

Although these zombies are all stiff little stiff little zombies, the number is here after all.

But if he continues to run, he will only attract more and more zombies along the way.

In Zhou Qing's opinion, when he entered this Beique mountain forest, he had to stop, and if he stayed at that time, the zombies attracted by him would rush up along the way, and it would be even more troublesome.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, stood in the deserted village and stared at an old gray tree not far away for a few moments, and then rushed to the old tree and climbed the tree.

"Roar~"

Jumping on the gray old tree, Zhou Qing stopped on a thick branch and looked at a zombie under the tree that was dancing at him with its teeth and claws, jumping straight up.

With the roar of the little zombie under the tree, several more zombies immediately jumped under the old tree.

And Zhou Qing just sat on the thick branch and looked down at the tree, but did not take any action, just like that, there were more and more zombies under him, and the zombies he attracted along the way came one after another.

Eventually, under the gray old tree, nearly a hundred zombies were surrounded.

Those zombies were like nearly a hundred straight wooden stakes, jumping straight up one at a time, trying to catch Zhou Qing from the tree, but among them, the zombie who jumped the highest could only jump more than one zhang high, and the thick branch of the tree where Zhou Qing was located was two zhang high from the ground.

Looking at the ignorant and stupid little zombie under the tree, Zhou Qing took Phantom Wushuang in his hand.

The roar of nearly a hundred zombies was very noisy, and the sound was either sharp or low or loud like a swarm of flies, which made Zhou Qing feel quite annoyed when he heard it.

"It's called Nimei. ”

Holding the spear condensed by the illusion in his hand, Zhou Qing directly stabbed the head of a zombie that jumped straight up.

With his shot, the zombie let out a terrible roar and fell to the ground, motionless.

"It's called Sister Ni. ”

There was a first shot, there was a second shot, and soon, Zhou Qing stabbed into the head of the second zombie with Phantom Wushuang in his hand.

"It's called Ni Liang. ”

On the third shot, a female corpse with an unusually sharp scream was stabbed by him and lost its voice.

"It's called Sister-in-law. ”

In the fourth shot, a zombie with a large black spot on its face was killed by him.

"It's called Cousin Ni. "It's called Cousin Ni. "It's called Aunt Nisan. ”

One zombie after another lost their breath under Zhou Qing's stabbing shot, and soon, there were more than a dozen dead zombies under the branches.

These little zombies were ignorant and insensitive, and after being stabbed to death by Zhou Qing more than a dozen in a row, they still jumped up one after another, trying to catch Zhou Qing from the tree.

For these dead things under the tree, it is naturally the easiest to be able to bear them in this way.

After more than a dozen little zombies in a row, Zhou Qing saw the corpses of the little zombies under the tree falling to the ground irregularly, and at the same time tripped the little zombies that were about to jump.

I was going to stab a zombie with one shot, but the zombie lifted its feet up, tripped over a dead body and fell to the ground.

This shot pierced the air, and Zhou Qing withdrew the phantom Wushuang and was about to stab a shot, when another little zombie tripped and fell, and he stabbed another shot.

After killing seven or eight more zombies, he grabbed the branch and moved to the other end of the tree.

While Zhou Qing moved, the zombies under the tree also followed him to the other side of the tree.

After stabilizing on the branch, Zhou Qing turned his head to look at the ground under the branch where he was just staying, and found that there were twenty-three zombies lying motionless and silent.

And under him, at this time, there are almost seventy zombies still beating straight up like flies, trying to catch him.

"Roar~"

A shot was stabbed, and a zombie let out a miserable roar, then fell to the ground and lost its breath, and then another zombie used the top of its head to meet the Phantom Wushuang in Zhou Qing's hand.

After changing the branches, Zhou Qing killed eleven zombies one after another, and just as he was about to stab the twelfth shot, a figure rushed out of the gray woods not far away, and then rushed towards the abandoned village at great speed.

The speed of the figure was very fast, much faster than the average little zombie, and judging from its movements, it was almost the same as an ordinary person, only a little stiff.

"Corpse Boss. ”

Attracted by the figure that suddenly rushed out of the forest, Zhou Qing stopped the movement in his hand.

Soon, the figure ran to the edge of the deserted village, and then let out a long corpse roar, and then a group of little zombies under Zhou Qing stopped roaring, and then silently jumped to the side.

When the little zombies jumped away under the old tree, the figure came to the old tree, and after glancing at it, Zhou Qing found that there were no eyeballs in this person's eyes, only a blood-red eye.

It was not the first time he had seen the corpse, so now after seeing this zombie, Zhou Qing pointed at his forehead with one hand, performed an eight-pole shield, and then jumped directly from the old tree with Phantom Wushuang.

Although the corpse leader's movements were no different from ordinary people, it didn't understand human language, so Zhou Qing, who jumped off the tree, directly condensed Phantom Wushuang into a big knife and slashed at the corpse leader.

The size of this corpse is not big, it is shorter than the height of a normal person, and Zhou Qing's body is taller than that of a normal person.

The knife in Zhou Qing's hand slashed directly at the neck of the corpse leader, and the corpse leader grabbed Zhou Qing directly with his hand full of sharp nails.

Because of the protection of the octagonal shield, he did not bear the attack of this corpse leader, but concentrated on slashing it down.

The large sword condensed by Phantom Wushuang fell, making a 'click~' sound, and then it was blocked by the corpse's bones.

He had also used Phantom Musou to slash the corpse leader before, but he was also blocked by the bones under the flesh.

However, now that he has slashed this knife, he can clearly feel that the knife he is now is different from the one he slashed in the Impermanence Tomb at that time.

At that time, the knife fell, and as soon as it touched the bone, it was blocked, and now he could clearly feel that his knife had slashed into the bone.

In addition, on the face of the corpse at this time, Zhou Qing also noticed a bit of pain.