Chapter 331 Jinjiang (1)
“Crash…”
The wild wolf crouching on the dead tree roots moved its ears, quickly raised its head, and looked around with cold eyes.
At some point, the cold mountain wind stopped blowing, and the moonlight quietly spread over the mountains and forests, but even the bare branches did not shake.
But only in the darkness in the distance, the bushes were shaking and their branches were falling, as if they were blown by the wind.
Looking into the darkness from a bright place with bright moonlight, it is difficult to see what is happening in the darkness, which will become the best cover for danger.
But it cannot escape the eyes of the wild wolf.
In its eyes, the world looks different.
Behind the bushes, the outline of a human figure was swaying, but the body was staggering and stiff, and there was far more than one person.
Every ray of darkness was entangled with a human figure. Behind the swaying dead branches, the human figures stretched into the distance. They walked towards the direction of the wild wolves, as if there was no end.
The wolf stood up coldly.
It stood on the tree roots, like a warrior guarding the cave, coldly refusing any enemy to approach.
“Crash!”
The branch was suddenly grabbed by a bloody hand, and a figure slowly stepped out from behind the bushes. His feet landed heavily on the ground with a heavy sound, and even the ground shook.
But the face that then slowly emerged from behind the bushes was anything but normal.
Against the backdrop of the moonlight, that face looked even more pale and stiff, without a trace of blood. His eyes were hollow and cloudy, and there was no life in him at all.
But the man's neck was covered in blood, so red that it was blinding.
Blood flowed down his neck and all over his body, but it did not drip down. Instead, it had already solidified on his body, causing his clothes to be covered with blood and flesh. The exposed skin was covered with marks of scratches and bites.
If Yan Shixun was here, he would recognize him at a glance. This person...
It was clearly the villager who was killed in the village tonight.
The story told by the village chief did not deceive Yan Shixun.
——When people here die, their souls do not leave for reincarnation, and their bodies do not lie quietly in the coffin or at the place of death. Instead, after their blood has cooled, they will rise again and turn their dead eyes towards the living.
After the massacre over a hundred years ago, the villagers from other villages felt guilty and fearful, fearing that the village where their entire family was wiped out would take revenge on them. So they tried their best to prevent those souls from going to the underworld to reincarnate, for fear that they would complain to the King of Hell and have their crimes exposed.
The villagers nailed the dead soul into a thin coffin in the charity cemetery.
But they didn't know that also nailed here were the resentment and obsession of those souls.
This place was also changed by themselves. After gathering strong resentment, it became a place where corpses rose.
Not only were the souls of those who were slaughtered unable to reincarnate, but even the villagers themselves and their descendants were unable to reincarnate.
Harming others will eventually harm yourself.
More than a hundred years ago, when those people were blinded by the "treasure" and became crazy, they could never have imagined that the disaster they finally brought upon themselves would come back to haunt them and turn themselves into zombies that were neither human nor ghost.
The wolf's eyes were eerie yet clear, as if the creatures in the mountains had been quietly watching the villagers living here, and saw through the consequences of their own evil deeds.
Watching the resurrected villagers staggering towards the old banyan tree, the wolf leader stood majestically on the huge tree roots, staring coldly at the corpses that kept coming out of the darkness.
“Ouch——!!!”
The leader wolf raised his head and howled at the moon.
The voice was long and cold, with enough sharpness and power to tear apart any enemy.
The next moment, pairs of dark green eyes flickered in the darkness, and a pack of wild wolves nimbly emerged from the woods, quickly surrounding the old banyan tree and blocking the zombies of the villagers.
Low growls sounded from the throats of the wolves. Their eyes were ferocious, their sharp fangs were exposed, and their smooth and powerful bodies pressed down, making preparatory postures before launching an attack, ready to rush forward and tear the zombies into pieces at any time.
If the villagers were still alive, they would be scared to death by the sight of the wolves surrounding them, and would run away without even waiting for the fight to start.
But after the death of the villagers, only their stiff and dazed bodies were left. They had no idea what fear was and were still staggering forward.
Even though the clumsy corpse was tripped by the winding tree roots on the ground, it still struggled to slowly climb up and walked towards the old banyan tree with perseverance.
It seemed as if everything had returned to more than a hundred years ago.
The dead villagers forgot who they were and were only invaded by the deaths that had occurred here and the resentment left behind, which occupied their confused minds after death.
They are not the villagers of today, but the ancestors from more than a hundred years ago, who are greedy and stubborn in wanting to obtain the legendary treasure.
The direction of the treasure is the cave hidden under the old banyan tree.
One corpse after another emerged from the bushes, staggering towards the pack of wild wolves guarding ahead.
A low, intimidating sound came from the wolf leader's throat. It lowered its body and then instantly shot towards the approaching zombie like an arrow.
The villagers, whose movements were stiff and even unconscious, were no match for the wild creatures in the mountains. Before they could even react, they were pounced on by the wolves and pinned to the ground.
The wolf leader's sharp claws stepped on the zombie's chest, and he looked down at it with a look of disdain and coldness, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage.
It took the villagers several beats to realize that they were unable to move.
He began to struggle slowly, and out of instinct he still wanted to stand up and walk towards the cave, but he could only lie on his back on the ground like a paddling turtle, struggling and waving his arms under the wolf's claws.
But couldn't move even a little bit.
The leader wolf grinned, as if mocking contemptuously.
Then, the sharp claws swung down and rushed straight towards the zombie's crown.
“Puff!”
The minced meat mixed with blood plasma looked red and white, like a smashed watermelon.
The villager's waving arms froze, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Not moving.
Led by the leader wolf, the wolf pack rushed fiercely towards the gathered zombies. The zombies, whose movements were stiff and slow, didn't even have time to react before they were pinned down by the wolves' sharp claws. After a series of loud bangs, they turned into a blur of flesh and blood on the ground.
The smell of blood filled the air, and the silent and secluded hill behind the charity cemetery turned into a slaughterhouse for zombies.
The wild wolves were no longer as gentle and quiet as they were when they met Yan Shixun and others before. When they showed their sharp teeth and claws, they became top hunters again, taking people's lives with every move.
These wild creatures in the mountains are extremely familiar with the situation here. They know the truth about the past thousands of years much better than the villagers do. They know who they are trying to protect and who are their enemies.
Even ghosts are gentle and kind, but living people are evil spirits.
The wolf's agile body moved among the corpses and flesh on the ground. Its thick and smooth fur rippled like water in the moonlight, and its muscles tensed into beautiful and smooth lines as it jumped.
And beneath the beauty of this wild power is ruthless death.
Dozens of villagers rushed into the cave, one after another, and fell one by one under the claws of the wolves.
When the leader of the wolves stopped, there were bloody corpses scattered all over the ground. There was no one standing. Only clumps of red and white meat mixed with mud were left.
The other wolves also held their heads high and slowly withdrew their claws from the corpse.
But when the leader wolf carefully checked the number of villagers on the ground, he quickly realized something was wrong.
The number of villagers who surrounded the cave driven by resentment was only half of the number of villagers killed tonight.
So, what about the other half?
The leader wolf knew very well that these villagers were not kind people at all.
Ever since the massacre over a hundred years ago, resentment has lingered around the charity cemetery and refused to dissipate, while the sin of killing has followed the massacrers and passed down through their bloodlines.
The massacres at that time used everything they looted from the destroyed villages, including food, property and daily necessities, to feed their own children.
The windmill, still covered in blood, was snatched from the dead child and handed over to another child with a smile.
There was still blood splattered on the rice grains, but they were washed and put into the pot without any care.
While one family was dying tragically on the cold ground with blood and tears, another family was laughing and enjoying a hearty meal.
From that time on, the sin began to spread, accumulated in the souls of the current villagers, and grew quietly along with their own sins.
Tonight, when those villagers were slaughtered by the ghosts who returned for revenge, the dead villagers were also controlled by the killing sins and unwillingness left by their ancestors, and they wanted to find the "treasure" of that year.
It can be said that after the corpses rose up, the villagers are no longer themselves.
Just a walking corpse controlled by sin.
Because the leader wolf saw clearly, it didn't believe that only half of the villagers came because the other half were kind and didn't want to do evil.
In that case, the other half...
Suddenly, the leader wolf suddenly remembered the young man he had led the way for before, and he had told him to leave the outside of the cave to him. And outside the cave, there was not only the charity cemetery.
There were also villages that were massacred on the other side of the mountain.
Those who were traveling with the young man were temporarily placed there.
Is that possible?
Just when the leader wolf was puzzled, suddenly, its ears moved and it keenly heard the screams and shouts coming from the distant night sky.
In an instant, its expression turned ferocious, and its wrinkled facial features were no longer as cool and handsome as when facing Yan Shixun. Instead, they became extremely aggressive, and there was murderous intent in its beautiful eyes.
It roared softly, completely enraged by these villagers who did not repent even after death.
The leader wolf turned around and growled twice to the wolves behind him, conveying his orders.
The wolves then lowered their heads and emitted low vibrations from their throats to show their obedience and loyalty.
There were also wolves howling in response from the surrounding woods, guarding the mountain range tightly, and not allowing any zombies or ghosts to cross the mountain and harm the people on the other side.
Since the resentment here began with a massacre more than a hundred years ago, both the villagers who died tragically that year and the people who were killed in revenge should be left here and resolved at the place where the incident first happened.
It should not affect outsiders passing by.
After giving a clear order, the leader wolf immediately turned around and galloped away. In an instant, it was like a flash of silver-gray lightning, rushing straight towards the dark forest, quickly crossing the mountain peaks, leaping and galloping among the trees, running towards the place where the scream came from almost without touching the ground.
The villagers had already been massacred in revenge, and no one was left alive in the entire village.
The only people left alive in the area were those who had traveled with the young man, and they lived in houses outside the village.
But their protector is now in the cave, fighting to protect the world and all living things.
In that case, the wolf leader doesn't mind temporarily becoming the protector of those people until the young man returns.
——Anyway, the young man had entrusted it with something, so it was not a wolf that went back on its word. Otherwise, how could it have established its authority among the wolves in the mountains?
We can't just turn a blind eye, so we can only help.
The leader wolf's eyes were firm and sharp. When the moonlight shone down on them, its crystal clear eyes were as beautiful as stars. Its silver-grey fur rippled softly in the swift wind.
Wherever it ran quickly, the woods seemed to be split by silver-gray lightning, with branches and leaves falling to both sides, revealing an unobstructed path leading directly to the house outside the village.
Nantian was the first to feel something was wrong.
After Yan Shixun and others left, Nantian felt that he had a heavy responsibility, so he sat on a chair wrapped in a quilt with a heavy heart. He didn't even dare to close his eyes when everyone else was sleeping soundly.
In one hand he tightly grasped the talisman that Yan Shixun left for him, and in the other hand he held a farm tool he found in the house as a weapon. He stared out the door without blinking, so nervous that his whole body was stiff, and he didn't even dare to breathe heavily, for fear of missing something important.
The image of Lu Xingxing gritting his teeth and leaving behind the retreating people and Yan Shixun's instructions repeatedly appeared in Nantian's mind, like two different forces, constantly pulling at his thoughts, making him both fearful and afraid to relax.
It's impossible to say I'm not afraid.
Before participating in this program, Nantian was just a third-tier celebrity who was plagued by negative news such as "playing big" because of his fear of ghosts. He struggled with traffic, and all he thought about every day was his fans and public opinion, with no time to take care of anything else.
For Nantian, the reason he participated in this program was simply because of the generous remuneration offered by director Zhang Wubing, which allowed him to temporarily relieve his current difficulties and pressure and take a breath.
He thought that since the traffic was declining and he had no work, his schedule was very free, so he might as well make some money, so he came here without any expectations.
But Nantian never expected that a casual decision he made would change his life forever.
It is because of participating in this program and meeting Yan Shixun that ordinary people like Nantian can see the truth of Nanming Mountain.
He knew the truth behind his fear of ghosts, that it was because of Grandma who protected him, and he was no longer afraid of ghosts. He saw Grandma Nan for the last time, and this time he finally said goodbye properly, so that Grandma Nan could leave with peace of mind.
He also realized that he was not an ordinary person, so he picked up the bloodline of the witch that was on the verge of being lost in Nanming Mountain, and vowed to become the keeper of the mountain to protect the heritage of Nanming Mountain.
At that time, Nantian really thought he had done enough.
As a rising star, he was able to gradually handle his work and prepare for his complete retirement. He was determined to settle down in Nanming Mountain after his retirement, and from then on he would stay away from worldly affairs and protect Nanming Mountain wholeheartedly.
Such a decision would be an incredible one for anyone in the industry.
Many people were also surprised at Nantian’s choice, and after listening to his thoughts, even his former competitors admired him very much.
Nantian also felt that he was quite good because of this.
But until he saw the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple rushing to the southwest fearlessly, Yan Shixun turning the tide without caring about his own life, Taoist Priest Li and Lay Buddhist Chengyun dying for their faith, Lu Xingxing seriously injured to the point of death, and the rescue team and all the logistics personnel working tirelessly to support and ensure the safety of the people...
Nantian finally realized that he had only been self-touching and how shallow his understanding of ghost exorcists was.
Compared with Yan Shixun, he was just like a babbling three-year-old child, naively thinking that all he needed to do to inherit Nanming Mountain was to read books and learn some talismans.
However, he did not realize that, for a truly excellent exorcist, both scriptures and talismans are just tools they use to guard yin and yang and protect all living things.
Yan Shixun and the Taoist priests never thought of themselves as great, but they are the truly great people.
Use your physical life to build a wall that will not collapse, keep danger out of the world of ordinary people, and keep people's peace and happiness undisturbed.
In places unknown to ordinary people, there are figures standing guard silently, guarding them every night so that they can welcome every new sunrise.
But many of those Taoist priests will never be able to greet their own sunrise again.
They died in the long, dark night before dawn.
No one knows their achievements, no one knows their existence, and even no one knows that they died for themselves.
But whether it is Yan Shixun or the Taoist priests, they don't need such false reputation.
When the work is done, he leaves, indifferent and detached.
When Nantian finally saw this clearly, he felt extremely guilty. He was ashamed of his previous naivety and didn't even want to face himself.
Nantian did not tell Yan Shixun. When he heard Yan Shixun say that Lu Xingxing could still be saved, he was so happy that he almost cried.
He felt deeply that the person who was saved was not Lu Xingxing, but himself.
If Lu Xingxing really died there, it would become Nantian's lifelong regret and shadow. He could not forgive himself for inheriting the blood of the witch but not fighting side by side with Lu Xingxing and instead surviving.
So, when Yan Shixun gave the task of protecting everyone to Nantian, Nantian just felt that he was saved.
It was Yan Shixun who pulled him up when he was about to fall into the quagmire of regret and gave him another chance to make up for his regrets.
Amid the peaceful sounds of sleep in the house, Nantian vaguely wondered if Yan Shixun had seen through his thoughts and did this on purpose?
However, Nantian knew that even if he asked Yan Shixun, Yan Shixun would only answer him casually, and even his reasons would be so perfunctory that he would not take them seriously.
This is that person's usual style.
He carried everything on his shoulders, yet he smiled with joy, as if even the weight of heaven and earth could not crush him...
But it makes people feel so reassured.
Nantian smiled bitterly and shook his head, but his eyes were full of warmth. He felt as if he was once again protected by Yan Shixun without him noticing.
He tightened the quilt around himself to keep himself warm in this cold night.
The fire in the house had long been extinguished, and the temperature was slowly dropping.
Others were able to huddle together in blankets to keep warm, but Nantian could only sit in a chair shivering, his teeth chattering from the cold.
“Ku, ku…”
A slight sound rang in my ears.
At first, Nantian thought that it was the sound of his teeth and bones trembling.
But slowly, he realized something was wrong.
When he tried to stop shaking, the sound did not disappear, but became clearer and clearer.
It's like... gradually approaching from a distance.
Nantian was shocked, and the first thing he remembered was what Yan Shixun had said before, that there were no living people in the village.
He was the first to rule out the possibility that the villagers wanted to launch a sneak attack at night, and then he began to suspect whether there were wild beasts coming down from the nearby mountains to look for food.
But Nantian held his breath and listened for a while, only to find that it was not the sound that he imagined a wild beast would make.
Instead, it sounded like the friction of shoes dragging on the ground.
A terrible thought arose in Nantian's mind.
Could it be... that the dead villagers have come back to life?
He did not dare to delay and immediately made the worst-case plan. He tightly gripped the farm tools in his hands and tiptoed to the window to look out.
Although the night in the mountains is dark, fortunately the moonlight is extremely bright tonight, allowing Nantian to see clearly what is happening outside in the dim room.
He saw a human-like shadow vaguely sliding past outside the yard.
The reason why I was not sure was that the man's walking posture was very strange, as if his lumbar spine was completely bent, his head drooped forward on his chest, and he walked crookedly without a straight line.
If this is really a human being...how could a human body be twisted and bent into several pieces?
Unless, that person is dead.
This sudden thought scared Nantian himself. He quickly turned around and woke Song Ci up, wanting the young master to help him check and confirm whether he was dazzled and overthinking, or if danger was approaching.
Although the young master was weak and his fighting ability was not as good as that of a goose, in Nantian's opinion, the young master was the calmest and most rational person besides Yan Shixun. When he needed to consult with someone, he would definitely go to the young master.
Song Ci was half asleep and he thought there was a dog butting him with its head in his dream. He was so annoyed that he wanted to hit the dog. He thought he might never get along with dogs in his life.
But the next second, Nantian's voice came from his ears, with a little urgency.
"Song Ci, young master? Please help me."
Song Ci: “?”
Could it be that I was too nervous during the day? Why did I have such a weird dream?
He forced himself to open his eyes half-believingly, and he really saw Nantian's anxious and nervous face. All sleepiness disappeared immediately, and he turned over and sat up. His face, still with the pillow mark, was serious.
"what happens?"
Nantian was afraid of waking up the people around him and making a noise that would attract the non-human creature outside, so he only dared to use a whisper combined with his gestures to explain the situation outside to Song Ci.
Maybe the air outside the bed was too cold, or maybe the blood was rushing to the legs due to extreme fear. The body was instinctively preparing for escape, causing the body temperature to begin to drop.
Song Ci slowly opened her beautiful eyes and shivered from the cold.
He immediately threw back the quilt and rushed to the window, but just as he was wiping away the mist on the glass with his palm to see outside clearly, he was suddenly met with a face pressed tightly against the glass.
The wrinkled and gray face was covered with blood, which was squeezed against the glass and deformed. The already ugly face became even more hideous, but the eyes were staring at the people behind the glass lifelessly. No one knew how long he had been staring there silently.
In the moonlight, this terrifying ghost face looked even more terrifying.
Song Ci was caught off guard by such a face. He was so frightened that his heart stopped beating for a moment and his face quickly turned pale and cold.
Nantian, who was following closely behind, was also frightened and shouted subconsciously.
Even though he quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound, the short sound was still filled with intense panic, like a small animal about to be hunted, filled with the instinct for survival, and woke up the other small animals.
Even though the others were asleep, they suddenly felt a sense of crisis as if they were being stared at by wild beasts. They woke up instinctively and opened their eyes in confusion, not knowing what was happening.
When Nantian heard the noise coming from behind him, he quickly turned around and anxiously made a "hush" gesture to everyone.
Although everyone was confused, they still covered their mouths out of trust in their companions and waited quietly in place.
Nan Tianze pulled Song Ci down, and the two of them squatted behind the wall under the window, holding their breath, waiting for the thing outside to leave.
The ghost face outside the glass kept sticking close to the glass, trying to see what was going on inside.
But it was so dark that it was hard to see clearly.
After a while, the hideous zombie seemed to realize that there was no one in the room, so it pulled its face off the glass, turned around staggeringly, and prepared to leave the yard.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.
An Nanyuan was holding back tears, and the chaotic associations in his mind nearly drove him crazy. He was so scared that he slowly lowered his hands from covering his mouth, burped, and sat in the quilt for a long time without being able to recover.
Everyone was worried and quickly asked Nantian what was going on.
Nantian sighed, and felt his hands and feet go weak. He slumped down in a chair and briefly explained to everyone what he had seen.
"You mean... maybe those dead bodies in the village are coming back to life?"
Song Ci looked serious.
Nantian nodded and said, "Although I didn't see the village in person, I heard what Brother Yan said. There have been cases of people rising from the dead and biting and killing others in the village before. Although it happened more than a hundred years ago, it is not impossible for it to happen again now."
An Nanyuan felt cold all over after hearing this.
Less than a kilometer away from him, there were a lot of corpses lying. There were no living people in the whole village. So what was the difference between them sleeping here and sleeping in a mass grave? At most, they had a lid on their heads, not just the ground and the sky.
The most terrifying thing is that those corpses can actually come back to life!!!
An Nanyuan was so frightened that he almost fainted. He felt that he would have a traumatic experience with sleeping from then on.
Who knows if there is a resurrected corpse next door staring at him while he is sleeping, wanting to kill him while he is asleep...
“It is indeed possible.”
Zhao Zhen saw the fear of the people around him, but he did not choose to comfort them. Instead, he calmly stated the most likely scenario and analyzed calmly: "Brother Yan said that the other side of the mountain is not a village, but an abandoned charity cemetery. There is a high possibility that there are bodies left in it that have not been moved away."
"If we add the corpses from the abandoned charity cemetery, and both sides are resurrected at the same time, then Brother Yan and we will be in the same situation, and we will have to deal with our own situations. Brother Yan may not be able to come back in time to save us. So."
Zhao Zhen raised his head and looked at Nan Tian with a firm gaze: "If there really are corpses rising from the sky in the village, then we have to save ourselves."
"Didn't Brother Yan leave you a talisman and say he had contacted the rescue team and would come at daybreak? Since Brother Yan said so, it means he is confident that he can resolve this before daybreak and come back to meet us."
"In that case, we just need to hold on until dawn and we will be able to wait for Brother Yan."
Zhao Zhen said softly: "Then we win."
Bai Shuang was so scared that she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and could only stay as close to her companions as possible. The people around her made her feel a little safer.
She had never been so grateful for the large dormitory bed. She felt that if they were to stay separately tonight, she would probably be scared to death alone.
After hearing what Zhao Zhen said, Bai Shuang nodded and agreed deeply: "If we just have to hold on until dawn, it should be easy, right?"
Song Ci frowned, thinking it was not that simple.
If the corpses come back to life, there will probably be more than one. The worst possible scenario is that hundreds of corpses in the entire village will "come back to life".
Moreover, the house they were temporarily living in was outside the village, some distance away from where the villagers died. Even so, the bodies still found their way to their door...
If the zombies came one after another, the difficulty they would have to face would probably be doubled and doubled. If they failed once and were discovered by the zombies, they would face an even more dangerous situation.
At Song Ci's reminder, everyone started to move, quickly got dressed and stood up, trying their best to find handy weapons in the house. Whether it was pots and pans or portrait candlesticks, they took them in their hands and prepared nervously.
Just as Song Ci impatiently buttoned up his coat under Zhao Zhen's nagging, a loud noise suddenly came from behind.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat and they looked quickly towards the place where the sound came from.
Then they saw...
The kitchen window at the rear of the house had been broken.
The loud noise they heard was caused by a huge rock thrown from the window hitting the ground.
And an arm covered in blood stretched out from the window.
The hand grasped the window sill tightly with a "snap" sound, and even the gaps between the nails were filled with dirt and blood.
Then, a head that was smashed into pieces and bloody slowly rose from behind the window and appeared in everyone's sight.
Everyone was shocked by the scene, and some were so nauseated that they felt like vomiting and had dry heaves, with tears in their eyes.
Upon seeing this, Nantian immediately clenched the shovel in his hand and rushed over quickly. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind to hit the zombie that was trying to crawl in through the big hole in the window with the shovel.
"Bang!" The sound of the shovel hitting the skull was particularly crisp.
Nan Tian was already frightened, and he wanted to protect the people behind him, so he used extra strength, almost recklessly attacking with all his strength, even using the power lent to him by Yan Shixun.
The zombie also fell down and slowly slid down from the windowsill.
All that was left were the bloody flesh and bones stuck on the shovel and the bloody handprints on the windowsill glass, reminding everyone of what had just happened.
But before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief and think that the crisis was over, they heard several loud noises of "Bang!" and "Bang!" coming from behind.
When they turned around, they saw that several windows in the front yard were smashed to pieces by stones thrown from outside.
The cold wind rushed in from outside, immediately dispersing the remaining warmth in the house, turning it icy cold.
And the sense of peace brought by sleep has disappeared.
Only the chilly draft was left, whistling through the windows in front and behind, chilling everyone to the bone.
A head first climbed up from the windowsill, followed by the arms, the feet... The corpse looked like all the bones had been smashed, and it was as soft as an octopus, quickly climbing along the wall from the outside into the house.
Behind it, there are other zombies waiting to rush into the house.
Without the cover, everyone could see that without them noticing, so many corpses had surrounded the house they lived in.
The corpse that just smashed the window at the back was actually making a feint to the east and attacking in the west!
Song Ci was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he just wanted to drag the corpse back and beat it up again.
But now he could only hold the candlestick tightly in his hand, ready to fight a desperate battle with the corpses rushing up.
Anyway, it has come to this point, either it dies or he dies.
Song Ci's strong desire to win and pride would not allow him to lose to such an ugly and vicious thing!
Nantian was the first to rush forward waving a shovel.
“Ahhhhhh!!!”
He had never learned any systematic fighting skills. He relied entirely on momentum and brute force, waving the shovel around and hitting the corpse that was trying to climb in through the window.
Nantian now has only one thought in his mind - he must not let these corpses really rush in!
Even if the windows were smashed and became a breakthrough for the bodies to rush in, as long as they guarded every window, they would not have to worry about attacks from behind, and they would still have a chance of survival.
This is their city, and they are the soldiers defending the city.
As long as the city is there, it can provide them with protection. Once the city is broken, they will be trapped in a sea of corpses, attacked from both sides and unable to hold on.
Bai Shuang also screamed "Ahhh!" and swung the big iron pot in his hand onto the windowsill with a bang, closing his eyes.
She didn't dare to look at the situation in front of her, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she could remember the head that had just been smashed to pieces, with the brains oozing out like coconut milk and hanging all over the head. She was so scared that she didn't dare to look at it again, and she defended herself with her last breath.
However, this scene made the variety show host who was holding an iron kettle and beating the zombies nearby couldn't help but look sideways in amazement.
Bai Shuang probably didn't know that she was not only brave and fierce, but also much scarier than a zombie...
At least the variety show host felt for a moment that the zombie, which was beaten into a bloody mess by the big iron pot, looked like a poor little thing that was being bullied.
But he was immediately startled by the screams in his ears, and continued to focus on the real corpse whack-a-mole game in front of him, trying hard to hypnotize himself that this is not a corpse but a mole, this is not a corpse but a mole...
Probably the most bizarre one is An Nanyuan, who beat people with a giant portrait.
After he beat a zombie so hard that it hung motionless on the windowsill, everyone suddenly realized that the portrait in his hand was actually the zombie in front of them!
"...This man probably didn't expect that he would face another disaster after his death, and that he would be beaten to death by his own portrait."
Zhao Zhen's eyes were complicated and full of surprise as he looked at An Nanyuan.
But after a few beats, he realized something was wrong: "Wait."
"If it's the person in the portrait, then that means he died a long time ago and is not one of the villagers who died in the village tonight."
Zhao Zhen and Nan Tian looked at each other and both realized the problem.
"So, where did this body come from?"
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, then continued, "Abandoned charity cemetery? Or a cemetery?"
"broken!"
Nantian slapped his thigh and found that the situation was far worse than he had imagined.
Not only the villagers who were killed in the village tonight have risen from the dead, it is very likely that all the bodies in the nearby cemeteries... have risen from the dead!
How huge a number would that be?
Nantian didn’t even dare to think about it. He just felt a heavy pressure instantly pressing on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He didn't know how Yan Shixun had been able to stay calm and rational when facing similar situations in the past. Now that it was his turn, he felt that his mind was in a mess and he couldn't make sense of it. He could only mechanically swing the shovel in his hand and desperately defend the current house.
But everyone knows that this is not a good thing.
They
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