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"What if I have to drink it!"

The originally amiable noble young master's tone suddenly turned cold and harsh.

The cinnabar hat on his head shimmered slightly, causing the noble master's appearance to change instantly.

The originally jade-like appearance suddenly began to fester, the fangs were exposed and hung down to the chin, and the pupils of the eyes disappeared and became cloudy and white.

His thin body also swelled suddenly, and his whole body emitted an unpleasant stench.

This is your true form, a white-eyed zombie.

I saw it reaching forward with its palms, its nails rapidly elongating, turning into sharp hooks, ready to pounce.

He was scolding Fang Dushu: "Bold man, I can see at a glance that you are not a demon! I ran into the hands of Mr. Huatan tonight, and it's time to kill you to sacrifice to heaven and eliminate harm to the demon!"

This sounds strange.

Fang Dushu thought to himself, am I the villain? Are the monsters the righteous party?

He saw that this zombie had a terrifying aura and that its demonic power was at the early stage of Qi training and was deeper than his own, so he prepared to avoid the sharp edge for the time being.

But bursts of cold air suddenly appeared under his feet, freezing his legs like solid ice, making him unable to move.

Looking at the ground more than ten feet around, it was all steaming with air.

This zombie had long wanted to kill him, but he patiently talked to him in order to secretly cast a spell and block his escape route.

"Blood!"

"Bring blood!"

The zombie jumped up to Fang Dushu and opened his mouth to bite him.

It thought that Fang Dushu had no power to fight back and would definitely have a good meal tonight.

Unexpectedly, as it approached its neck, the small wooden stick hanging on Fang Dushu's chest suddenly jumped up and plunged into its throat.

The distance is too close and there is no way for it to hide.

Suddenly encountered a sneak attack, it let out a strange cry, covered its neck and retreated: "What the hell is this..."

The words were not spoken yet.

Just hear a bang!

It was like a thunder exploded inside its body, and with this blow, its body was instantly chopped into charred black.

When it fell backwards and fell to the ground, the black corpse shattered into dust on the ground.

Deadly and transparent.

The cold air on the ground also disappeared at the same time.

Fang Dushu regained his mobility.

Looking at the miserable state of the zombies, he couldn't help but shake his head: "You suck blood until your bones are shattered and ashes are thrown away. You are a unique corpse talent."

After saying that, he walked over and untied the brocade robe wrapped around the zombie.

He picked at the black dust on the ground, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face.

"Where's the signature? Where's my life-saving signature?"

Just now, Fang Dushu used a small wooden stick to make a sneak attack. This stick is very powerful and has a miraculous effect on restraining demons.

The shape of the sign is similar to the incense sticks in the temple, and its function is similar to that of a talisman. You only need to inject some mana to release its power immediately, and it can be used multiple times, so it can be used for a longer period of time than a talisman.

When Fatty ran away from home, the only life-saving treasure he carried was this small wooden stick, which was personally given by the ancestor of Fatty's family in the foundation-building period.

Fang Dushu didn't want to make any mistakes.

But he searched all over the black ashes and found no trace of the small wooden stick.

It must have been that when he killed the zombies just now, he exhausted his spiritual power and was destroyed along with the zombies.

During the escape, the fat man used up all the treasures on his body and used the small wooden stick many times. This stick is not a magic weapon and will be discarded once the spiritual power is exhausted.

Fang Dushu couldn't help but secretly cried out that it was a pity.

Now that there is no life-saving sign, if Fang Dushu encounters a monster again, he will have no means to destroy the enemy.

However, this zombie is very smart and must have collected treasures for self-defense.

After a search, Fang Dushu was very disappointed.

Among the zombie's relics, there were only an oracle bone and a cinnabar hat, and nothing else.

The oracle bones are dark green all over, about half the size of a palm, and their shape is almost the same as that of an ordinary turtle shell. There is nothing surprising about it.

Fang Dushu ran his magic power and injected it into the oracle bones, but he couldn't feel any reaction.

He just felt that the oracle bones were an ordinary thing, so he just put them in his arms and ignored them.

Then he picked up the cinnabar hat and looked at it with interest.

"This hat is weird. It can change the appearance of zombies, and it can also block the smell of zombies. It must be a special magic weapon."

Fang Dushu judged that the cinnabar hat was a treasure, so he casually put it on his head.

As a result, after wearing it, his figure immediately changed, and he turned into the appearance of a noble prince, and his fat body was also transformed into a slender and thin body.

He was quite happy.

He thought to himself: "This hat has the power of disguise. I can pretend to be your noble master. At least there will be less trouble when I'm on my way."

Zombie just said that tonight's monster gathering from all over the country will probably know Zombie. He travels as a zombie. Even if he meets a fellow monster, he should be able to hide it.

Thinking of this, Fang Dushu picked up the zombie brocade robe again and put it on himself.

When it comes to acting, just do the whole thing.

After getting dressed.

Fang Dushu shook his sleeves, scattered the black dust of the zombies, and erased all traces of the scene before continuing on his journey.

He hopes to escape from this area where zombies are rampant as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, things didn't work out as expected.

He couldn't tell the direction in the dark. After walking for about half an hour, he circled back to the route of the zombies.

The wilderness at night is really like a secret palace.

He thought to himself: 'Since we can't find the way out, it's better to stop here and wait until daybreak before setting off.'

He planned to find a shelter nearby and rest until dawn.

As a result, a fire suddenly lit up in front of him. The fire was relatively strong and illuminated a large area of ​​the environment.

Fang Dushu secretly observed for a while and found a fire lit in a valley.

In the valley, there were large phantoms wandering around, making eerie and ferocious screams.

Fang Dushu suddenly felt his scalp numb and immediately wanted to take a detour and leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a green-skinned zombie carrying a basket walking towards him.

"Master Huatan!"

There was a hole in the green-skinned zombie's jaw, causing its voice to be muffled, as if it was leaking wind.

However, it moved quickly and knelt down in front of Fang Dushu: "Young man, please see me. Wish you all the best!"

Fang Dushu saw that its demonic power was low, as if it had just transformed into a demon and was unable to recognize its identity.

Fang Dushu showed off his acting skills on the spot and began to assume the role of the flower detective.

"We are all in the corpse path. You are welcome, brother. Get up quickly." Fang Dushu stretched out his sleeves and made a gesture.

"Ah! The master is rich in gold, and he dares not treat him as a brother. He is really disrespectful!" The green-skinned zombie kowtowed even harder, as if he had committed some unforgivable sin.

In the circle of monsters, there is a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority.

They pay more attention to strong and weak status and superior and subordinate relationships than humans.

Fang Dushu was not familiar with their customs and asked out of curiosity: "If I don't call you brother, what should I call you?"

"In the past, the master always called me a little loser, or a loser who deserves a beating!"

The green-skinned zombie was careful: "Besides, every time I see you, I always punch and kick you. Tonight, I suddenly became so kind to you, which makes you... makes you feel uneasy!"

"Does intimacy make you uneasy?"

Fang Dushu hooked his hand towards it: "Then come here!"

The green-skinned zombie did not dare to disobey and trotted up to Fang Dushu.

It thought the master had something to tell it, but Fang Dushu slapped its ears hard.

When it is confused.

Fang Dushu slapped him again with his backhand: "Idiot! I gave you some thin noodles as a token of your filial piety. If you don't pay the tribute quickly and go on and on, you really are a bastard who deserves to be slapped!"
Chapter completed!