Zhang Ziyu pulled Huang Rong away, and the wall behind him burst apart. The extremely 'kind' Mr. Ren appeared in front of the two of them, and rushed towards the table and chairs where they were before.
If Zhang Ziyu had not reacted in advance, he would have been knocked down by now.
The zombie suddenly appeared, and the huge movement startled everyone. Ah Wei hid behind the chair, and Uncle Jiu rushed over with a mahogany sword in one stride.
"Ziyu, be careful. Qiu Sheng, a talented scholar, is here to bring you the ink brush."
Uncle Jiu rushed over immediately and struck Mr. Ren with the mahogany sword in his hand.
A ray of yellow light flew and hit the zombie, and the corpse energy collided with the yellow light, making a sizzling corrosive sound.
Uncle Jiu stepped forward and swiped his sword across the zombie, knocking it back a few steps.
"Are you okay?"
Uncle Jiu fought off the zombies, then looked at Zhang Ziyu and asked about his situation.
Zhang Ziyu and Huang Rong hid quickly, so naturally nothing happened, but they were puzzled.
"Uncle, is this going to suck the blood of a blood relative first? Why did you find me?"
Uncle Jiu replied matter-of-factly: "You practice martial arts, and your energy and blood are like mercury. In the eyes of ghosts and monsters, you are like a rainbow. Of course, I came to you first."
Uncle Jiu forgot to tell Zhang Ziyu that his energy and blood were comparable to those of several ordinary people, so why didn't he attract the attention of ghosts?
Uncle Jiu said: "You and Qiu Sheng and the others set up a line of ink battles. We will tie up and kill the zombies in a while."
Before he finished speaking, the zombies were about to attack again, and Uncle Jiu raised his sword to attack.
But Zhang Ziyu said: "Uncle, let me come."
With a thought in Zhang Ziyu's mind, Tyrant Armor suddenly appeared on his body. The whole body was wrapped in black armor, making him look extremely majestic.
"roar"
The zombies rushed towards them, and Zhang Ziyu strode forward to meet them.
"Bang"
The zombie swooped down and stabbed Zhang Ziyu with its sharp nails, trying to pierce him.
But he never expected that he would be stopped by Zhang Ziyusheng, his fingernails could not get even an inch, and his hand would be grabbed.
Zhang Ziyu sneered and punched the zombie. The big zombie was knocked out of the original hole by the punch.
"What's going on?"
Uncle Jiu was stunned to see how his nephew suddenly had such a magical weapon and could resist zombies.
"Wow, junior brother is so handsome!"
"Hurry up and help!"
Uncle Jiu was worried about Zhang Ziyu fighting the zombies and immediately chased him into the garden through the hole in the wall.
The three of them chased out, Huang Rong followed closely, and began to think about how to help Zhang Ziyu.
She doesn't know now whether the smelly fish is joking with her or if he really wants her to cover up. Now she can only adapt to circumstances.
When he came to the garden, Uncle Jiu saw a scene that shocked him.
Zhang Ziyu is wearing a tyrant's armor and a licker's claw in his hand, and is pressing down on the zombies to beat him.
Before zombies continue to evolve, their movements are stiff. What is commendable is their powerful strength and defense.
For most cultivators, these two points are also extremely fatal. After all, their bodies are not as good as these aliens.
But Zhang Ziyu is different. With the help of a tyrant suit and licker's claws, his power can be said to be that of a little tyrant. Mr. Ren, a zombie who hasn't sucked much blood, can't win against him.
Bang bang, two more punches, and the zombie was knocked to the ground again.
The zombies were being beaten all the time, which was unbearable. As soon as they got up, they immediately jumped towards the outside of the courtyard wall.
Zhang Ziyu jumped for life and chased the zombies over the wall.
When Huang Rong saw it, she suddenly had an idea and knew that the opportunity had come.
As long as he leaves this yard, the guy should be able to take it down alone and cover it up.
"Quick, quick, the zombies are over there."
Ah Wei happened to come around from the main entrance at this time, followed by members of the security team.
"Uncle Jiu, be careful!"
Huang Rong reminded Uncle Jiu in a playful voice who was about to chase the zombies out. When no one was paying attention, he took out a pistol in his hand.
"Bang"
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the ground, and the sound rang out. Uncle Jiu subconsciously avoided it.
Ah Wei was startled when he heard the gunfire. His pistol went off, and the security team behind him also fired rifles at the zombies.
"Bang bang bang"
There was a volley of gunfire, and Uncle Jiu could not continue the pursuit. Huang Rong snickered and secretly raised the pistol.
She thought to herself: "Uncle Ninth, don't blame me. That guy asked me to do it. Next time you teach him a lesson, and I will give you something delicious to make up for it."
"Ceasefire, ceasefire! Who told you to shoot!"
Ah Wei shouted loudly and scolded his men.
"Captain, you fired first."
Uncle Jiu showed an evil look, and Ah Wei suddenly panicked.
Huang Rong stepped forward and said immediately: "Uncle Jiu, this is not the time. Brother Zhang has already chased him out, and the zombie can't run far."
"Wencai, you stay here to protect Master Ren. Qiu Sheng comes with me."
Zhang Ziyu chased the zombies out and found that Uncle Jiu and the others did not follow him, so he knew in his heart that it was Huang Rong who took action.
Sure enough, my love for her was not in vain. I went back and gave her a bonus, eh, a big ocean.
When the zombie noticed that Zhang Ziyu was following behind him, he jumped and ran quickly towards the outside of Renjia Town.
Now Zhang Ziyu is like an evil star in its eyes, and it doesn't dare to provoke him at all.
However, with everyone chasing him out, how could Zhang Ziyu let him run away on purpose?
"I will take you into the factory and work hard."
With a thought in mind, Zhang Ziyu used the Tyrant Armor suit skill - Tyrant Transformation for the first time.
His body changed rapidly, his shadow shook, and then he turned into a tyrant more than three meters tall.
The tyrant is still wearing armor, but his muscles are strong, his skin is gray, and he looks extremely fierce.
"Cool, but ugly."
Zhang Ziyu looked at his appearance, complained, and then strode towards the running zombie.
Although it is ugly, it is more powerful than before.
In three or two steps, he caught up with the zombie, grabbed the zombie's hand, and smashed it to the ground.
This hit almost dispersed the corpse energy, and the zombies lay on the ground for a long time without relief.
"Containment"
After the zombie was subdued, Zhang Ziyu just silently thought about containing it before disappearing, and was imprisoned in the mimic fence, next to his little brother.
"After finishing the work, it's time to fool our uncle."
Zhang Ziyu glanced at Ren's house, then strode out of the town, deliberately leaving traces of pursuit along the way.
The elders in the lake must be careful. This is Zhang Ziyu's experience since he was a child. For example, remember to cool down the game console after playing, and collude with friends when going out to play.
The details must be in place, otherwise it will at least be a meal of fried pork on a bamboo board.
All the way to a place near the woods outside Renjia Town, Zhang Ziyu took out a human-shaped doll from the space. It looked extremely ugly. It was made of animal skin and filled with a lot of pork and broken bones.
"It's so ugly. It's time for you to make a sacrifice."
He threw the doll on the ground, covered it with many shrubs, poured gasoline on it, and set it on fire.
The fire was blazing with gas and covered with trees. Zhang Ziyu also threw a bottle of zombie essence and blood produced from zombies into the fire, adding a touch of weak corpse energy and yin energy to the fire.
After doing all this, Uncle Jiu and the others chased them out of Renjia Town.
"Ziyu, are you okay?"
Uncle Jiu came over quickly, and the first thing he asked about was Zhang Ziyu's condition, his eyes full of worry.
If something happens to the Fourth Eye disciple, he will never dare to see his junior brother again for the rest of his life.
"Uncle, it's okay. My magic weapon can restrain zombies."
"Where are the zombies?"
"In the fire"
Zhang Ziyu pointed at the fire, and when Uncle Jiu looked over, he saw a humanoid figure pressed under the burning bushes. The bushes were covered with blazing flames, and Uncle Jiu couldn't see clearly.
However, feeling the corpse energy draining away quickly inside, he subconsciously believed Zhang Ziyu's words.