In the barren mountains more than a hundred miles away from Huangshi Town.
Four strange men in black robes were resting in a thatched hut.
The reason why they are called weirdos is because their whole bodies are wrapped tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. Even if they eat or drink, they only gently lift the covering on their faces.
It was summer at this time, and it was hot in the south. Although it was cool in the mountains, it was not much cooler. Ordinary people would sweat while walking with their arms open, but they were wrapped up tightly.
No one knows whether they are hot or not, not even they themselves care about such details.
In addition, they were surrounded by sturdy entourages, dressed in short-sleeved attire, revealing their bulging chests and arms. However, for some unknown reason, the exposed skin of these entourages was a strange iron-gray color.
"There are zombies appearing again in Liwang Village. I don't know why. There have been so many zombies in recent years, and they are getting stronger and stronger. Uncle Ninth, where did these zombies come from?"
A person in a condom said something.
Another person answered: "In the last years of the previous dynasty, there were wars everywhere. The intruders were killed all the way, and the thieves were killed all the way. After entering the pass, they were killed from the north to the south. There were ten massacres in Jiading, and in March in Yangzhou, there was an order to shave hair... Which year doesn't
The killing was so heavy that there were countless corpses buried under the ground."
Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, the other people trembled all over.
After more than a hundred years of evolution, those whose bodies did not rot in those days have all become corpses. Especially those who died suddenly and couldn't swallow a breath of resentment will most likely become zombies.
It is precisely for this reason that when the Wenji Prison later demolished families, exterminated clans and massacred villages, corpses would be set on fire, and burials were prohibited and cremation was used instead.
However, this law was in vain and could not restrain the officials at all. Not only did they bury them in the ground, they also overhauled the tombs.
The common people also buried them secretly, throwing a pig and a sheep in during the cremation.
The local officials basically turned a blind eye and would not even lift the shroud for inspection as long as they gave them a small amount of money.
It is precisely for this reason that there are so many zombies in the Qing Empire, and many of them are wearing official uniforms and tops.
This situation has also given rise to a special profession - Mr. Zombie.
This profession was originally a monk, but later some ordinary people also used black donkey hooves, ink buckets, Five Emperors' money and other things to catch zombies and exchange zombie heads for bounties.
After more than a hundred years of experience accumulation, many schools have gradually formed, each with its own unique skills.
"Uncle Jiu, should we open the door to accept apprentices and train a few new people?"
"Yes, Uncle Jiu, we can also bring apprentices."
Uncle Jiu, whose eyebrows were slanting into his temples, suddenly raised his palms.
"Silence!"
Boom!
Boom!
No need to ask, this is the sound of zombies jumping, but this sound is particularly heavy.
"No, leave quickly!"
This is no longer a prickly idea, but a prickly idea.
After more than a hundred years of experience accumulation, the zombie gentlemen have divided zombies into detailed strength levels, and the frequency and intensity of zombie beating at each level have been clearly and detailedly described.
Experienced Mr. Zombie can judge the strength level of zombies by listening to them. As long as the strength is not much different, zombies can be subdued or even killed with various magic weapons.
The zombies they usually deal with have a "bang...bang" pace, with an interval of two breaths, and the first step after accumulating strength is only two or three feet.
But as for the zombie just now, his footsteps were "clang...clang", like a drum or a hammer, and the frequency was extremely fast, just like the frequency of a flash of lightning flashing across his mind.
Most importantly, it's broad daylight now!
Roar!
boom!
Two voices sounded at the same time, and then a black zombie fell from the sky, blocking the four people's escape route.
The four of them knew that the situation was not good and gave up the idea of escape.
The zombie in front of me can jump seven or eight feet and moves so fast that it is impossible to outrun it with just two legs. We must unite to have a chance of survival.
They came from the same school and have worked together for decades. They are like father and son, and they have no intention of betraying their teammates. They quickly set up their positions and took out their magic weapons.
Bagua mirror!
Peach wood sword!
Soul calming bell!
Soul-calling flags...
Various magic weapons were used in turn, and even the tablet of the ancestor was brought out.
However, the eggs are of no use.
"Uncle Jiu, this zombie doesn't seem to be afraid of anything."
The man known as Uncle Jiu made a quick decision, "Put out the puppet zombies and let them drag them for a while. After I stop them, you can run away one by one!"
Uncle Jiu originally wanted to exaggerate the atmosphere, but when he turned around, the three little bastards were already twenty steps away.
The entourage following the four people was summoned, and their sluggish eyes opened instantly, like a glaring King Kong, but their eyes were bloody and full of killing madness.
Uncle Jiu commanded four zombie puppets to surround the black zombies from four directions, vaguely showing the prototype of a combined attack formation.
However, the black zombie slapped it away, and the zombie puppet in front did not even hum. It was instantly shorter, its lower legs were directly plunged into the soil, and its head was smashed into its stomach.
The zombies on both sides jumped towards each other, but were slapped by the black zombie and were sent flying seven or eight feet away. The zombies behind them all jumped towards them, with their big mouths and fangs protruding.
Then, the tooth collapsed!
The black zombie grabbed the zombie puppet around its neck and slammed it forward, making a huge human-shaped hole.
Uncle Jiu's eyes widened. This zombie's arms could actually bend. This was definitely not an ordinary zombie, but a mutated zombie, even a zombie king.
He originally expected the zombie puppets to resist for a while, but he didn't expect the four of them to be so unbearable that they had wasted so many years of effort in raising corpses.
Abandoning the car to save the handsome man, the car was eaten up, but the handsome man still hadn't run away.
What a big loss!
Even if you lose one life today, without four zombie puppets, your strength will be greatly reduced. If you encounter stronger zombies in the future, you will have to run away.
Seeing the black zombie rushing toward him, Uncle Jiu bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The peach wood sword instantly emitted a burning blood light.
Then Uncle Jiu stabbed him with his sword.
Click, the peach wood sword broke!
Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu almost fainted - the treasure passed down by the ancestor had been broken by him.
The black zombie lowered his head, revealing a pair of pitch-black teeth.
Uncle Jiu laughed miserably and said to himself: My life is at stake...
But at this moment, a sharp sword light suddenly struck, grazing Uncle Jiu's head and stabbed into the black zombie's neck.
Fortunately, Uncle Jiu was not very tall, otherwise the sword would have penetrated the back of his head first, and then penetrated into the zombie's neck.
Stung by the sword, the black zombie screamed and waved his hands to pull out the sword.
However, at this time, lines outlined by golden light appeared on the sword, and a masculine aura spurted out, instantly burning his neck.
Snap...
Uncle Jiu immediately hugged his feet and screamed - the top head of the black zombie smashed his bottom head.
toes.
Uncle Jiu jumped and turned around. He wanted to know who saved him and what method was used to kill the black zombie with one blow.