The dead soldier, one move at a time, practiced very slowly and stiffly. Wang Fu'er looked at it for a while, and now the dead ghost soldier gradually showed a faint cyan glow. With the soldiers of the rebellious army who died once during the day, there was a ghostly aura under the starlight at night.

Thinking of the words of the poet Du Fu crying blood, "The beacon fire shines on the corpse at night", the cold air behind Wang Fu'er is endless, and the scalp is fried.

I don't know how to get to the dawn, Wang Fu'er originally thought that according to the Chinese tradition in his memory, these things that deceive corpses should be afraid when they see the sun, and find a coffin board to sleep. He also took the opportunity to run away.

However, the sun was scorching in the sky, and the blacksmith and the soldiers of the rebellious army were not discouraged, and one had already walked the big circle, and there was no obstacle in front of the collision. One has already practiced a set of boxing techniques over and over again a hundred and ten times, and Wang Fu'er who has seen it has memorized it well.

"It's not a way to go on like this?"

After squatting on the beam of the house all night, a stomach full of cold wind, Wang Fu'er was already exhausted. While the blacksmith had just broken underneath, he slowly jumped to the ground, trying to avoid the two zombies and take refuge outside the village. After walking a few steps, he kicked something on his foot, and when he picked it up, it was a familiar one, it was the bronze ring in the blacksmith's hand. I don't know when I fell here.

"I don't know what this thing is for?"

Wang Fu'er remembered that yesterday he heard the soldiers of the rebellious army shouting, the corpse copper ring. I didn't feel that I had some thoughts, and with a turn of my hand, I stuffed it into my arms.

When he had rounded several houses and was about to get out of the village, he saw the saber that had been blown away by the blacksmith at the entrance of the village. He smiled bitterly, picked it up, and said in his heart: "Now I am a five or six-year-old child, and I can't even hold the handle of the knife!"

Wang Fu'er thought about the history textbooks he had studied, but he did not find an era that was somewhat similar to this troubled era. This should be a saber of strong physical evidence, one meter long, two or three, the knife light is refined, although many heads have been cut, but there are only two or three soybean-sized gaps, the steel is good, ancient and modern Chinese and foreign countries have not seen.

When it is reflected on the side, the living person can see the three heads......

Wang Fu'er glanced at the face of the knife, first smirked, and then immediately the blood coagulated all over his body, and he looked back, the dead blacksmith and the soldiers of the rebellious army were standing not far away, and four lifeless eyes were staring at him.

"Mamaa!"

Wang Fu'er screamed, pulled his legs and ran wildly, bumping behind him!

"Why is this thing still interested in the living, my body is still too small, you don't have enough to eat......"

Wang Fu'er has short legs and short strength, and after running for more than ten miles, he heard the footsteps behind him that were still unhurried. Suddenly remembering something, he took out the bronze ring from his bosom and threw it hard.

"If you're for this, hurry up and grab it, don't come and arrest me!"

After the bronze ring was thrown, Wang Fu'er suddenly couldn't hear the footsteps behind him, and after he ran a hundred meters, he dared to look back. Now, somehow, the blacksmith's body turned in circles again, and the rebellious soldiers were still punching each other.

"the brass ring! Is that thing for manipulating corpses?"

Wang Fu'er gasped for a certain breath, and then it occurred to him that the blacksmith and the soldiers of the rebellious army obviously had no breath left. The fact that you can still move in this way must have something to do with this bronze ring.

After waiting for a while, Wang Fu'er finally couldn't bear her curiosity, and then she ran away for her life just now, but she didn't even have the "record" of being caught up, and she had three points more confidence.

"It's a big deal to throw it away and run, and they won't chase me. ”

Thinking like this, Wang Fu'er swung the saber that was slightly taller than herself, but it was not easy to do anything, so she still carried it on her shoulder and slowly touched it back. He was now a blacksmith and a rebel soldier, and he ignored him. Only then did he have the courage to pick up the bronze ring again.

This bronze ring, shiny and shiny, with faint bloodshot flowing slowly on it, Wang Fu'er couldn't understand what magic power it had after looking at it for a long time. As soon as this thing was in his hands, the blacksmith and the rebel soldiers stopped and stood still. Let Wang Fuer affirm the thoughts in his heart.

"Since this thing is called, the corpse copper ring, it must be used to control these two corpse soldiers. ”

Now the blacksmith and the soldiers of the rebellious army have no other movements, and Wang Fu'er can check this antique copper ring with peace of mind. He was originally as bold as a tiger, or he wouldn't have argued with those robbers at the beginning. Now there are two zombies hanging left and right, and he is not afraid.

After looking at it again and again for a long time, Wang Fu'er faintly appeared, and there were two blood stains on this bronze ring, which seemed to be different. He stretched out his hand and touched one place, and suddenly felt a sudden shock, and his heart moved. The dead rebel soldier took a step back, put his hands up, and punched the air with a loud sound.

"Yikes!"

Startled by the actions of the soldiers of the chaotic army, Wang Fu'er jumped up violently, and ran out of more than ten meters, only to realize that he was only a false alarm. This time, the two zombies did not have the slightest hope of catching up.

"How can this world be so grotesque?"

Sitting on the ground with a stumble, Wang Fuer's heart was broken. Although he already vaguely felt that something was wrong, it was not until this moment that he was really sure. The corpse transformation of the blacksmith and the soldiers of the rebel army just now is not a strange phenomenon that has not yet appeared in science, but a genuine mysterious magic.

"What the hell did I come to in the world, how could such an unfortunate thing happen...... My greatest hope now is ...... The beauties of this world, don't be as ugly as the harem of the former Qing Dynasty......"

A wave of sadness came from it, which made Wang Fu'er endure the tears for several days, and the tears flowed in a sparse uproar.

In the original world, as a college student in the art academy, his life was very ordinary, but compared to the current extraordinary troubled times, Wang Fuer remembered the life of being able to see beautiful women on the street at any time, and suddenly felt how beautiful it was.

"If I had any other choice...... My minimum requirement is not to see the dead every day, at least, not to see the dead fresh every day. I can afford the old goods alone ......"

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