Since he bit his fingertip, the blood cannot be wasted. Ding Li quickly drew a talisman on the palm of his left hand, and he was about to scatter the soul of the gunman's foreigner's body with one palm, but he saw the gunman's foreigner's hand stretched out.
The nails on the palms grew wildly in an instant, reaching two or three inches in length, looking like the claws of a wild beast.
Fortunately, this was the critical moment for the corpse to transform into a zombie, just like a snake shedding its skin. It was impossible to move at this critical moment! Ding Li slapped the foreigner's corpse on the forehead where its color was changing to black.
, with one blow, the foreigner's corpse suddenly seemed like a deflated ball, his mouth opened, and a stream of black smoke came out.
This is a wave of resentment. Logically speaking, as long as this breath of resentment is spurted out, the corpse will fall limply to the ground. This foreigner gunman is the kind of murderous ghost who naturally has resentment in his chest, and his soul is bound by the principle of two swords.
Among the corpses, the bobcat jumped over the head and was soaked with yang energy, instantly transforming into a corpse.
The foreign gunman in front of him burst out with resentment and just fell limply to the ground. Ding Li let out a sigh of relief and had not yet relaxed. Suddenly he saw that the other two corpses had also changed, and Ding Li immediately became confused.
A pair of sharp claws almost sliced open Ding Li's scalp, allowing Ding Li to narrowly avoid it, but the entire scalp was just a hair away.
Cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and the swipe of the dagger almost chopped off the entire claw. At this time, he could no longer care about the integrity of the corpse. If he could, he would be fine now. All three corpses turned into corpses, which made Ding
After setting up a pass, I was in a hurry.
"No, someone must be plotting against me!"
Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for a newly deceased person to transform into a corpse like this. At least the corpse will need to be quiescent for a few days, but everything that happened in front of him was definitely too coincidental. Even the dead bobcat was too coincidental, which made Ding
Li couldn't believe that the bobcat jumped over and caused the corpse transformation.
But if someone is really following him and plotting against him behind his back, is that impossible? Because Ding Li doesn't feel anything at all.
The two zombies changed so quickly, their skin color began to turn black and blue. Ding Li was frightened for a while when he saw it: "Aren't they going to grow black hair?"
Maybe it's the principle that good doesn't work but bad works. The skin and flesh on these two things are like stinky tofu that has been left out for a long time. They begin to mold at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a thin layer of short, fine black hairs quickly develop.
It appeared on the corpses of two people. Ding Li broke into a cold sweat when he saw it.
Taoism is really not something you can do casually. If you don't have a complete set of magic weapons next time, you won't dare to kill Ding Li anymore!
The black hair on the two corpses grew when the wind blew. Ding Li was frightened when he saw it. He rushed forward with a strong step, as if repeating his old trick, scattering the souls of the corpses. Now the two corpses were covered with inch-long black hair.
, changed beyond recognition and never came out again. Ding Li was about to take away the zombie whose claws were cut with a dagger just now, but the other one moved and pinched Ding Li's neck. What to say about this thing
With his long black hair, his speed and agility were obviously much faster. This made Ding Li almost unable to react, and the skin of his neck was narrowly scratched, and black blood flowed out.
This was the second time that Ding Li had his neck injured. Ding Li was so frightened that he was covered in white hair and sweat, and he took a few steps back. At this time, the person whose claws were chopped off also completed his corpse transformation, and started to move, also toward Ding Li's neck.
Pinch it over!
"Grandma, my neck is not a duck's neck, you want it so much!" Ding Li cursed. At this time, he fumbled a few times in his arms and took out a pack of Glaze Jinghuo. This thing
, Ding Li almost forgot about it.
"Die!" Ding Li dodged the zombie's attack, and the Glazed Pure Fire was raised over his head. In the chaos, Ding Li didn't have time to take a closer look. He didn't know what kind of thing he was holding, but
As soon as it was thrown out, the air expanded rapidly and exploded with a bang...
Poor Ding Li was only a few steps away from the zombie. He was knocked to the ground by the blast of air, and the world was spinning for a while. Fortunately, although these demon-suppressing thunders were added with sawdust and could explode, their power was actually black.
Even gunpowder can't compare, otherwise Ding Li would have finished playing at such a close distance!
Although the explosion was not powerful, the flame was the nemesis of evil things. A handful of glazed blue fireballs enveloped the entire zombie. The glazed pure fire burned the Yin Qi and corpse Qi. Once burned like this, the zombies would be gone.
It had grown black hair, and it could only freeze there motionless, turning into a human-shaped torch. What was even more powerful was that the small amount of glazed pure fire that was splashed out when it exploded did not cause any damage to Ding Li.
But the other zombie only had a few sparks splashed into it, and it suddenly burst into flames as if it had fallen into a fuel tank.
The fire burned for more than ten minutes, and after it burned, nothing was left except a little black ash. Ding Li slapped his forehead: "This is the best way to destroy the corpses, why should they be thrown into the ravine?"
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At this time, Ding Li suddenly fell into a dilemma and was in a dilemma. In the critical moment, he scattered the souls of the three corpses, but now he really has nothing to do with the three corpses...
At this time, Huang Lang finally woke up. He didn't realize where he was for a while. He just felt weak all over, and there was also the feeling of hunger that was full of real nerves. It seemed that his chest had already
Attached to the back.
Huang Lang didn't have time to pay attention to why he was back in the small hotel. He just saw a few shriveled breads and a bottle of water beside the bed. He didn't care about much, and even wanted to stuff the packaging into his mouth. Okay.
Yi Yi finished these few pieces of bread, barely able to satisfy his stomach. He began to recall how he came to this small hotel, but unfortunately his last memory still stayed in the ghost cave where he saw the broken dragon pile.
At that time, he had no memory of what happened next. He touched his chest, and sure enough, the small wooden sign hanging close to his neck was gone.
Just when Huang Lang was struggling and uneasy, he felt something was wrong. He smelled a choking smell and almost couldn't help coughing. But he held it back with all his strength and drank the remaining half bottle of water to wet himself.
He put on the pillow, covered his mouth and nose, quickly got out of bed, opened the door and walked out.
You can see a bit of black smoke slowly squeezing in from the crack in the door. Although there is only a trace, the smell is extremely pungent and pungent, making people unable to help but shed tears and runny noses.