Feng Yi looked down at the hand that came out of his chest, and an indescribable bitter smile appeared on his face. In less than a month, he died twice in a row. He dare not say that there is no one to come after him, and it is also unprecedented.
The only regret is that when I met Uncle Jiu, I had to say goodbye before I had a chance to express my admiration to him.
Zhizharen retracted his arm with a sinister smile, and blood and minced meat dripped down Feng Yi's chest. Feng Yi couldn't hold it anymore and lay straight on the ground, lifeless.
"Haha, do you think this stinky Taoist priest can save you?" The female ghost looked at Feng Yi's body and said with a proud smile: "It's better to accompany me into the bridal chamber before dying... What a pity for a good Yuanyang body."
When Uncle Jiu heard the female ghost's words, his face fell like water. He rolled on the ground, picked up the mahogany sword back in his hand, and felt Feng Yi's breath again. He shook his head in self-reproach, looked at the female ghost and said angrily: "Today
I will do justice for heaven!"
"Don't worry, you tough-talking Taoist priest. You'll be able to accompany him in a while." The female ghost rushed over again without showing any signs of weakness.
The Zhizhi people watched the battle carefully. The Taoist priest in front of them was not weak. They rushed forward rashly to seek their own death. They should wait for the opponent to show their flaws before helping their master.
For a moment, Feng Yi, who was lying on the ground, was ignored.
Unexpectedly, something happened to his body. The punctured chest slowly began to heal, and the blood flowing on the ground slowly flowed back into his body.
His skin began to show a bronze sheen, and white light began to slowly release from his closed eyes, like a dormant beast about to wake up.
Finally, there were two sharp fangs at the corners of Feng Yi's mouth, which gradually penetrated his lips.
With a cry, Feng Yi stood up straight from the ground in a strange posture, shook his head stiffly, and murmured: "I'm not dead, why am I alive again?"
It was very uncomfortable to speak. He reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, and two fangs actually grew out.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The originally thin and tender skin had become old and wrinkled, and the fingernails had grown much longer.
All these changes made him a little confused.
In the end what happened?
Grumbling, his stomach made a loud noise, he was so hungry.
He raised his head and looked at the paper-pricked man dangling not far away, and licked his tongue greedily. It looked delicious.
No, I'm getting hungrier and hungry. I need to eat... Feng Yi's nerves were controlled by hunger. He tiptoed behind a paper-pricked person, opened his mouth wide, and bit it hard.
Click!
Two sharp fangs pierced Zhizharen's body, and a wisp of ghostly energy flew out and was sucked into his stomach.
"Very delicious."
Feng Yi's eyes lit up, he smacked his lips and savored it, forgetting what it tasted like. Then he walked behind a paper-pricked person and thrust his sharp fangs into the paper-pricked person's body...
After eating four paper sticks in a row, the hunger in my belly eased
He had eaten a little, but there was still a long way to go before he was full. He looked up at the fifth person with paper sticks. The other person subconsciously turned his head back, and their eyes met...
"Wow, this kid is alive!" The paper-pricked man was obviously shocked and shouted.
"How is that possible?" Uncle Jiu and the female ghost turned their heads at the same time, and were shocked to see the situation in front of them.
When Uncle Jiu saw the two fangs on Feng Yi's mouth, his heart jumped wildly: "He actually turned into a zombie?"
"Uncle Jiu, don't worry about me, just kill her." Feng Yi smiled at Uncle Jiu, pointed at the paper and said: "These belong to me."
A zombie smiling at itself?
Uncle Jiu's unibrow trembled violently.
In his understanding, the zombie's three souls have left the body, leaving it with a body but no soul. It has lost its own consciousness and cannot speak human words. It will only become a monster that sucks human blood.
But the person in front of me not only can speak, but also has consciousness, and even remembers who he is...
No, I didn't even see how he turned into a zombie. Was there a zombie just now?
The speed of this mutation is too fast...
The scene in front of him was far beyond the scope of Uncle Jiu's understanding.
"It's useless. It's not even easy to kill someone. Kill him for me."
The female ghost's sight was blocked and she did not see Feng Yi's front face, only his side face. She thought she had not killed him completely just now, so she issued the order again.
Before the paper-punched person closest to Feng Yi had time to react, Feng Yi jumped to the opponent's back, and once again exposed his fangs and stabbed into its neck...
With a click, the paper-shaped man turned into an ordinary paper man, and the ghost energy in its body was absorbed by Feng Yixiao.
This time Uncle Jiu and the female ghost both saw Feng Yi's movements clearly.
Uncle Jiu was stunned again. Zombies bite ghosts? Are they mutant species?
The female ghost finally saw Feng Yi's appearance clearly this time, frowned and said, "You were clearly a human just now, why do you look like a ghost now?"
After hearing this, Feng Yi said angrily: "What do you think of yourself?"
Don’t you have any idea in your heart and you still have the nerve to criticize me?”
"You brat, you're looking for death." The female ghost's hair spread out with a swipe, and she stabbed Feng Yi like thousands of fine needles.
Feng ran away as soon as he saw this, and then ran dozens of meters away in an instant under Uncle Jiu's stunned eyes.
"This, this speed is too amazing...that's all, let's subdue the female ghost first."
Uncle Jiu muttered in his heart, put all doubts in his heart, and swung his mahogany sword from top to bottom, cutting off the female ghost's hair root by root.
The female ghost took half a step back, with a solemn look on her face. During the fight just now, she had already discovered that the Taoist priest in front of her was quite capable. She was no match for him, and if he continued to be exhausted, she would definitely be the one who died.
She fought and retreated, already thinking about ways to escape.
After Feng Yi stopped, he turned around and took a long breath when he found that the female ghost's hair was not chasing him. Then he also discovered the problem. He wasn't that fast, so why did he run so far?
But after this round of running, the hunger in his stomach became
Obviously, when he saw this group of paper-tied people rushing towards him, he did not retreat but advanced, rushing towards the one in front.
The leader of the Zhizharen saw Feng Yi rushing towards him, stopped, and stabbed him with the paper sword in his hand. Feng Yi, who was hungry and anxious, twisted to avoid it, then lay down on the opponent's back and stabbed him heavily with his fangs.
Go down...
So cool!
There was a thud, and Feng Yi felt a pain in his back. He turned around and found that a paper knife in his hand was slashed on his back by a paper knife. He showed an unhappy look on his face and punched him unceremoniously.
.
Poof... The paper-pierced person's head was immediately knocked to pieces, but the ghost energy in its body was still sucked into the body by Feng Yi.
Feng Yi saw this and muttered to himself: "It turns out that it can be absorbed without biting it with teeth, but the taste is a little bit worse..."