Author ~ Desperate Cow

It rained heavily for more than an hour, and these disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect had been digging the grave and hurrying since last night, and now the rice grains have not entered, and seeing that the sky is clear, many miscellaneous disciples have suggested that Senior Brother Zhang Xiong and Zhang eat something before hurrying.

Zhang Xiong was also a little hungry in his belly, shook the bell to make the zombies stop, and instructed a few miscellaneous disciples, "You guys go get some game and come back." ”

A few miscellaneous disciples flashed a few times and disappeared into the depths of the woods, and in a moment, a few people came back with wild boars, leopards, and pheasants, Zhang Xiong and others were obviously often active in the wild, pots and pans and cooking utensils were taken out of his storage bag one by one, and the wild boar and leopard were bled on the spot, disemboweled, and disemboweled.

The blood mixed with the rain on the ground, giving off a faint smell of blood, and the gasps of all the zombies intensified a lot.

The other zombies are better, their heads are covered by hats, they can only smell blood, they can't see the blood on the ground, and their desire to donate blood is not so deep. Chu Xunke was miserable, he was still being carried by four zombies, not only could he smell the blood, but he could also see the blood mixed with the rain on the ground.

The blood on the ground seemed to be a peerless delicacy in his eyes, and an unbearable hunger arose slowly, if he could move, Chu Xun was sure that he would lie on the ground and drink the blood into his stomach the next moment.

Chu Xun's heart was suddenly shocked!

He can accept that he will become a zombie, but he can't accept that he will become a murderer and eat blood later.

It didn't take long for the wild boar, leopard, pheasant to become barbecue, Zhang Xiong felt that he was sitting on the stone, not as comfortable as the white-haired mutant zombie on his back, and shook the purple copper bell a few times, and Chu Xun was carried by four zombies and jumped to Zhang Xiong's side.

"How many meanings does this mean?" Chu Xun didn't understand at first, but the next moment he understood, and greeted Zhang Xiong's ancestors for seven or eight generations in his heart.

Chu Xun crawled face down on the ground full of muddy water, although the zombie did not live by breathing, but the two nostrils were filled with mud and absolutely did not like it, and cursed in his heart, "Zhang Xiong, you turtle son, wait for Lao Tzu!"

Zhang Xiong still felt so comfortable sitting on Chu Xun's back, and when the others saw Senior Brother Zhang like this, they also walked over and sat on his ass and thighs, and what made him even more indignant was that someone was sitting on his head, and his whole face fell into the mud, and he scolded in his heart.

After Zhang Xiong and the others were full of wine and food, they dangled the bell and hurried away with many zombies, and Chu Xun was still used as a cushion by Zhang Xiong.

The scorching sun gradually turned into sunset red, and the rain on Chu Xun's white hair dried up, and his immobile body recovered.

"Ding...... Bell bell!"

The will of jumping and jumping came out of the sound of the bell, and Chu Xun suddenly moved, Zhang Xiong, who was sitting on his back, fell to the ground with an upside-down onion, and the purple copper bell in his hand came out of his hand and rolled aside.

In an instant, all the zombies rioted.

Zhang Xiong was just about to get up from the ground, but he instantly lay on the ground again, only to feel that his back suddenly pressed a mountain, and his back bones felt like they were about to break.

"I make you arrogant, I let you bully, I make you use me as a cushion. Chu Xun jumped on Zhang Xiong's back a few times, and then kicked him in the head, and most of Zhang Xiong's head fell into the mud on the ground, which was similar to his head being sat in the mud at that time.

If you ask Chu Tian what is his mood at this time, then his answer must be happy, but the happy moment is always so short.

"Jingle bell!"

A miscellaneous disciple picked up the purple copper bell and shook it there, including Chu Xun, all the zombies were like wooden stakes, standing motionless.

The two miscellaneous disciples pushed Chu Xun to the ground, pulled Zhang Xiong up under his feet, panicked, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

Zhang Xiong is a triple cultivator of Qi training, his body cannot be said to be the same skin and iron bones, and it is not comparable to ordinary people, except for being tumbled by the qi and blood in his body, the pain is not stopped, but there is nothing to do.

After getting up from the ground, Zhang Xiong's face was pale and terrifying, and he knew that Senior Brother Zhang was angry, and all the miscellaneous disciples unconsciously stayed away from him.

Zhang Xiong wiped the dirt on his face twice, took out a black whip from the storage bag, stared at the white-haired mutant zombie on the ground viciously, and raised the whip in his hand.

"Brother, if you have something to say, it was all a misunderstanding just now, don't ......" Chu Xun had a feeling that something was wrong when Zhang Xiong took out the whip, but he couldn't run, so he could only explain that he didn't deliberately step on him just now, but unfortunately Zhang Xiong didn't know how to read minds.

"Smack!"

The black whip smoked on Chu Tian's body and emitted a burst of white smoke, and there was a heart-piercing pain from the place where the whip was drawn, if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't move now, Chu Xun would definitely roll on the ground in pain.

Bang Bang Bang !!

The whip fell, bursts of white smoke came out of Chu Xun's body, the zombie's body trembled, and his soul screamed in pain.

"Damn, Zhang Xiong, you wait for the master, today's whip, the master will come over sooner or later," the kind of pain that the black whip whipped on his body is by no means something that people can bear, Chu Xun completely remembered Zhang Xiong's whip.

The black whip in Zhang Xiong's hand is not an ordinary whip, it is the corpse whip used by the disciples of the Yin Corpse Sect to tame low-level zombies, zombies are born of the resentment of heaven and earth, and they are full of ferocity, but I am afraid that this corpse whip will be as painful as a thousand knives when it is drawn on the body.

Zhang Xiong whipped more than 100 whips in a row, maybe he was tired, or maybe he was angry, and he put away the whip and stopped whipping Chu Xun.

The jingle bell rang, and a group of zombies bounced and continued to hurry, Chu Xun was not used as a cushion this time, and jumped and walked like other zombies.

In the future, if anyone is telling Chu Xun that zombies don't know how to hurt, he must be in a hurry, and he doesn't know how much it hurts, the whip just now almost hurt him to death, which means that the zombie's body is not unconscious, otherwise he doesn't know how many times he will faint from pain.

Not to mention, this whip whip is like a thousand knives on the body, and it won't hurt immediately if you don't smoke it, unlike a living person who not only still hurts after whipping, but also has whip marks on his mother.

"I'll rub, do you have a fucking conscience, and you won't let go of a zombie without intelligence. Seeing Zhang Xiong walking towards him with a corpse whip, Chu Tian's face turned green, Zhang Xiong couldn't hear what he was saying in his heart, and with a crackling whip, Chu Tian's soul almost flew away.

"Grandma's legged, Lao Tzu and you are not finished, I have written down this hatred, waiting for autumn?"

Chu Xun was calculating in his heart how to settle accounts with Zhang Xiong in the future, and that Zhang Xiong seemed to know that he was going to settle accounts after the autumn, so he took the corpse whip and came to an autumn account with him in advance.

Every once in a while, Zhang Xiong came to him to settle the autumn accounts, and Chu Xun never left the women of Zhang Xiong's family along the way.

There was another crackling whip, Zhang Xiong didn't seem to feel relieved, and took out the cold dagger from the storage bag, and when he saw the knife, Chu Xun's little heart was so frightened that it couldn't stop jumping.

Zhang Xiong walked behind Chu Xun and squatted down, a faint black light flashed on the dagger, sticking to his buttocks.

"What are you going to do!" was so frightened that Chu Xun's soul was about to fly, "I can warn you, if you don't leave, Lao Tzu will spray you in the face!"

Chu Xun's threat this time had no effect at all, the white hairs fell to the ground one after another under the sharp blade of the dagger, and in an instant, the white hairs on his buttocks were gone, and Chu Xun had the heart to die, and he was wailing in his heart.

The chrysanthemum is remnant, full of wounds, the flowers fall and people break their intestines, the more Chu Xun thinks about it, the more scared he becomes, he didn't expect that he would end up like this with a famous name in one life and a human being in two lives.

Zhang Xiong's movements attracted the attention of all the miscellaneous disciples, and everyone unconsciously tightened their chrysanthemums, subconsciously clamped their legs, and unconsciously took a few steps back, as if the bear had turned into a terrible devil.

Zhang Xiong put away the dagger, looked at his masterpiece and was very satisfied, he couldn't help but "quack!" and laughed evilly, the voice stopped in Chu Xun's ears like a thunderbolt, his head was buzzing, something terrible was finally coming, he was nervous to death, and he was scared to death.

"Smack!"

A heart-piercing pain came from his buttocks, Chu Xun not only didn't get angry, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his hanging heart also fell, and then he scolded, "Damn, you said you wanted to do this, and you almost scared your grandfather to death." ”

It was not only Chu Xun himself who breathed a sigh of relief, but this miscellaneous disciple also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if Zhang Xiong really had the goodness of that Longyang, all of them would be in danger, and when the time came, would they obey that, or should they not obey that?

Zhang Xiong used a corpse whip to whip Chu Xun's buttocks, and then he left satisfied, not much left, Zhang Xiong returned to Chu Xun's back, beat him on the ass a few times, back and forth a few times, feeling a little troublesome, so he got Chu Tian to the front, as long as he wanted to get angry, he was a whip in his hand.

"You say, if this white-haired mutant zombie were alive, would he like to walk like this," Zhang Xiong, who was in a good mood, asked the other miscellaneous disciples beside him.

"I think, if the white-haired mutant zombie is alive, he must be an ass seller, you look at his jumping appearance, his ass is bouncing, I'm afraid he likes the way he is now. A miscellaneous disciple flatteringly lined up with sycophants.

"What's the matter, Senior Brother Zhang designed this kind of rushing posture for him, can he not like it, I think he just likes to walk in front of everyone with his butt exposed, otherwise how can he become a zombie?"

Everyone laughed, this laughter was not a sycophant, they were really laughing, and they admired Brother Zhang Xiong very much for coming up with such a funny thing to amuse everyone.

"Shame, shame!" Although he was a zombie running with a bare buttocks, Chu Tian also felt ashamed, and kept the appearance of Zhang Xiong and the others in his heart, and one day, he must settle accounts with them.

didn't wait for him to settle accounts with them, but Chu Xun's ass was calculated by Zhang Xiong and them several times, especially Zhang Xiong, who not only whipped him, but also often kicked his ass, Chu Xun swore that he must settle accounts with Zhang Xiong in the future.

After two nights and a day of traveling, Chu Xun and the others stopped in front of a large mountain that was thousands of feet high and occupied a radius of dozens of miles, which was shrouded in a transparent shield.

Zhang Xiong bowed to the inside of the shield and shouted loudly: "Outer disciple Zhang Xiong, with the order of Elder Zhou Tongzhou, sent two thousand three hundred and three zombies to each other to raise corpses. ”

"Come in!"

A faint voice seemed to come from the sky, and it seemed to sound in everyone's ears.

Suddenly, the black transparent shield guarding the mountain was like a small stone falling from the water, and in the blink of an eye, a hole with a diameter of three zhang and a radius like a door appeared in front of everyone.

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