In the small yard, two bamboo poles were inserted into the ground, a rope was connected between the two bamboo poles, and several pieces of clothing were hung on them.
Wang Jin stretched out his hand and touched it. As expected, the clothes had already weathered. When he touched them, they turned into ashes and fell rustling to the ground.
A small twisted wooden house sits quietly in the courtyard, like a ghost in a strange dancing posture.
Wang Jin stepped forward and gently pushed open the wooden door.
Unexpectedly, it was empty inside, with not a single person in sight.
The wooden house is very small. Standing at the door, you can see everything without turning your head. There is only a hard board bed. Opposite the bed is a small wooden table with several pages of papers neatly stacked on it.
After yesterday's experience in the hall, Wang Jin had great interest and expectations for these pages. After seeing the few pages of paper on the table, his eyes suddenly lit up and he reached out to grab them.
However, at this moment, there was suddenly a faint sound behind him, like a snake crawling on the ground.
Wang Jin's hand that stretched out to grab the pages suddenly froze. While turning around suddenly, he jumped back a step and quickly distanced himself from the unknown thing behind him.
Only then did he see clearly what it was.
A zombie was standing behind him. It was very small, only reaching Wang Jin's waist. It looked like he was only eleven or twelve years old when he was alive.
Although the flesh and blood on the face had dried, it was still intact and showed no sign of decay.
He was wearing a large robe, which covered his whole body like a bag. Only his head was exposed, and the end of the robe hung down to the ground.
This look looks a bit like the Taoist boy Wang Jin saw on TV in his previous life.
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully looked at the Taoist-looking zombie in front of him.
Unlike other zombies, this Taoist-looking zombie did not show such strong aggression immediately after seeing Wang Jin.
Instead, he just stood in front of Wang Jin, looking up at Wang Jin with only two empty eye sockets, motionless.
Such a reaction left Wang Jin confused for a moment. Among the zombies he had seen in the past, which one did not rush up to bite him like a shi dog?
Only the child-like zombie in front of me was so quiet.
It's really abnormal.
"Inside the Kainyi River?"
The Taoist-looking zombie suddenly spoke a series of syllables.
Wang Jin could understand the language of this world and understood the meaning of this sentence.
"Have you met my master?"
"This little Taoist-looking zombie...can actually communicate with people?"
Wang Jin was surprised. After so many explorations in the dream world, this was the first time he saw a zombie that could communicate with people.
Even the monster in the hall before could only speak a few repeated syllables.
And the Taoist zombie in front of him seems to still retain the ability to communicate with people? Does he still have wisdom?
"Who is your master?"
After thinking for a while, Wang Jin responded in the language of this world, wanting to see if he could communicate with this little zombie, and perhaps get some clues from this little zombie's mouth.
Trying to talk to a zombie that has been dead for who knows how long is a very scary scene. However, since Wang Jin entered this dream world, he has seen so many weird things, how can he be frightened by this little thing?
"Have you met my master?"
However, the Taotong zombie seemed as if he hadn't heard anything and continued to repeat his questions.
Wang Jin frowned: "Who is your master? I don't know your master."
"Have you met my master?"
The Taoist zombie kept repeating this sentence, as if he was reciting a mantra, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster.
Wang Jin keenly sensed something was wrong and subconsciously took a step back.
"Have you seen my master? Have you seen my master? You..."
His voice became sharper and shriller, and the next moment, his sharp murmur suddenly turned into a scream. The sound wave passed into Wang Jin's ears, like a steel needle piercing his mind, causing Wang Jin's ear canal to sting.
Even though he was on guard, his consciousness was still dazed for a moment.
Tsk!
The zombie's large Taoist robe suddenly tore from the middle on its own, revealing the rotting flesh and blood under the Taoist robe. The zombie actually held a wooden sword in its hand, with snake-like lines carved on it, which had rotted away.
Most of it was previously covered by the wide Taoist robe, and no trace was revealed.
The zombie wielded a rotten wooden sword and slashed at Wang Jin's head.
This was the first time Wang Jin fought against a zombie holding a weapon. He didn't know the details of the opponent. Even though the opponent only held a wooden sword, he still didn't dare to be careless. He bent his body and quickly retreated to avoid the sword.
Wow!
The room was already small, so Wang Jin retreated again and again, knocking down the only wooden bench in the room. He had already retreated to the corner, with no way to retreat.
The zombie let out a sharp whistle, raised its wooden sword high, and stabbed Wang Jin in the chest.
Wang Jin quickly bent down, picked up the wooden stool from the ground and held it in front of his chest.
Peng!
It was also made of wood, but the wooden stool in Wang Jin's hand seemed to be made of paper in front of the wooden sword. It was easily penetrated, but the wooden sword seemed to be unabated and continued to stab Wang Jin's chest quickly.
Wang Jin was shocked. He didn't have time to think about it. He twisted his body with all his strength and almost missed the vital part. The wooden sword passed through Wang Jin's side. While cutting off a piece of Wang Jin's flesh, it also penetrated deeply into Wang Jin's back.
of walls.
The boy's zombie howled and wanted to pull the wooden sword out of the wall. However, the wooden sword was inserted too deep and too high. In addition, the boy was too small. For a moment, he was unable to pull the wooden sword out.
Pull out.
Wang Jin seized the opportunity and kicked the zombie in the chest. The zombie was directly kicked away by Wang Jin.
Taking this opportunity, Wang Jin endured the severe pain in his side, grabbed the wooden sword with both hands, and pulled out the wooden sword with a little force.
The zombie roared and rushed forward again. However, Wang Jin held the wooden sword in both hands and swung it hard. The wooden sword drew a beautiful and powerful semicircle in the air, and slashed from the zombie's neck.
And passed.
The zombie still ran forward two steps under the influence of inertia, and then suddenly fell to his knees on the ground. The weathered and shriveled head slipped from his neck, rolled on the ground a few times, and soon turned into a pile of powder.
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"This wooden sword..."
A strong stinging sensation came from the wound on his side, but Wang Jin didn't care. Instead, he looked at the wooden sword in his hand in surprise.
It's obviously just a wooden sword, why is it so sharp?