With a bang, the sabers of the rebel soldiers had been shaken away by the blacksmith's arms. Although his martial arts are strong, he can't deal with this instant, and he has become a strong man with iron bones and copper skin, and infinite strength.

Wang Fu'er's eyes widened, and he was shocked in disbelief by the fight between these two people.

"What kind of hell world did I go to, how did I encounter a random fight, and it was so intense. The blacksmith's movements were like electricity, and with a casual wave of his hand, he knocked down a wall, and his intestines turned out, but he didn't die. It's so weird!"

The saber was lost, and the soldier was no longer able to resist the blacksmith's rage, and an inadvertent was strangled by the other party's hands around the neck, and even Wang Fu'er, who was quite far away, could hear the sound of the rattling bones. Thinking that he would see the scene of Shengsheng breaking his neck, Wang Fu'er's cold hair stood up all over his body.

"Damn! You're going to run into a madman with a brass ring of corpses. Lao Tzu still has to ......" The soldier of the rebellious army was at the moment of life and death, his whole body suddenly bloomed with cyan light, and with a backhand, he slapped the blacksmith's chest fiercely.

There was a crackling sound, and the blacksmith seemed to have broken several ribs by the soldier's palm, but he refused to let go, and his hands tightened even harder.

The soldier struck several palms in succession, but he could not shake the blacksmith's body open. Gradually, his movements became sluggish and he became weak. In the sound of a broken bone like grinding teeth, his head hung limply, and it was obvious that he could not die again. And the blacksmith seemed to have lost all his strength, and the two men were so entangled and motionless......

"What a fucking vulgar girl, what kind of world is this?" Seeing the soldier blooming with cyan phosgene just now, Wang Fu'er thought that he could turn defeat into victory, but the result was actually a defeat for both, and it seemed that they were both defeated.

Jumped out of the crisis of death and rebirth. He stretched out his foot and kicked a corpse lying next to him, confirming that the other party was really dead and out of breath. There is no salvation. Thanks to Wang Fuer, in order to make a living, he once drew an autopsy map for the medical school for several months, but now he can endure the cramps in his stomach and not vomit.

"Damn, it's really dead. It seems that I have really been reborn in some hellish bird age! For the sake of today, I have to find a way to fill my stomach first, and then make calculations!"

The two guys over there were hugging each other, he didn't dare to approach, in case the hell of a corpse got up, he thought to himself that there was no way to deal with it.

Enduring the sharp pain in his back, Wang Fu'er scolded and didn't know which god to curse, got into a decent house in the village, searched it, found more than a dozen things that looked like a nest melon, and found a pot stove to cook indiscriminately.

I don't know what kind of magical ability this body has, struggling to be busy with this, Wang Fu'er's back pain gradually lightened a lot, and when the pot of melon-like things was boiled, he touched the dishes and chopsticks and ate a small half pot on the stove, the hunger in his stomach was extinguished, and he suddenly became sleepy, leaned on the pot, and fell asleep.

In her sleep, Wang Fuer was returning home, hugging and hugging the beautiful girl she had just met, but she was suddenly woken up by a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. He rubbed his eyes, and was about to scold, but suddenly saved, there was no living creature in this village for a long time, but where did that voice come from?

To say that he is also very bold, but after all, there are countless new ghosts in this village, and the sky outside is not completely dark, but it is already quite gloomy.

Quietly touching the door, Wang Fu'er looked around, but did not see anything abnormal. Just as he was about to go back to the house to take another nap, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and swept over the place where the blacksmith and the soldier were lying just now, but saw that it was empty, and there was not even half a human hair.

"Could it be...... Is there still zombies in this world?"

All kinds of atheism in memory have completely disappeared at this time. Recalling all the things he had seen and heard in the past few days when he came to this world, Wang Fu'er only thought in his heart: "No, how can there be ghosts in this world, I must have seen more than Van Helsing...... I haven't seen this Van Helsing at all, only the Pirates of the Caribbean. ”

Another muffled sound came, and Wang Fu'er looked at it, and there was a mud wall blocking the direction of the sound. At this time, he never had the courage to climb up and take a look.

Vomit!vomit!vomit......

The more scared you are, the more unlucky you seem to be. In a courtyard to the east, there was a strange sound suddenly, and suddenly there was a loud noise, the door panel was pushed into a pile of broken wood, and a black thing slowly entered Wang Fu'er's sight.

"This ...... Isn't this the blacksmith......? Not like a human being?"

Seeing that the other party was faltering, very stagnant, and there was a faint green flash in his eyes, Wang Fuer didn't dare to make a summon at all, and asked what kind of homely routine of "have you eaten, good evening......". He turned around and retracted into the house, looking around, trying to find a place to hide.

Before he could find a place to hide, the blacksmith had already walked straight to this side, and when he encountered the wall, he did not move, but leaned against it, and then he forced the battlements to collapse.

Wang Fuer's head was blown up, anxious and wise, suddenly looked up and saw that the beam of the house was quite high, patrolled around, saw that there was a bundle of straw rope in the corner of the house, hurriedly rushed over and shook it off, threw it on the beam, and after the pocket went up, his arms alternated, and he climbed up quickly.

He had just climbed over the beams of the house when he heard the sound of the wall collapsing, and the blacksmith came in as if no one was around, and then he strode straight away, without turning around, and when he saw the opposite wall, he leaned against him again, and rushed out.

"What kind of plane is this? Is it a ploy to get away with it?"

Wang Fu'er didn't know whether the blacksmith was dead or alive, why he behaved so strangely, he raised his hand, wanting to scratch the top of his head, but he forgot that he was on the beam of the house, and when he raised his hand, he broke the tile on his head, and shook his hand in pain.

But this also gave him an idea, Wang Fu'er leaned out, stuck his head out from the broken roof tiles, and now the blacksmith had not gone far. This position was quite advantageous, and he saw that the house that the blacksmith had destroyed along the way was bent into a semicircle, and it seemed that the blacksmith had to go into the fifteenth moon.

"Isn't that the soldier who died?"

From a high place, the place where the first sound was made was the chaotic soldier, whose movements were strange, as if they were actually punching.

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