Looking at the raging flames and the various cries of unknown meaning, Ningxia knew that he had succeeded.

Taking advantage of the chaos of war and no one noticed her movements for the time being, Ningxia struck while the iron was hot and summoned vines, shuttled among the zombies, and enclosed this small space, forming a simple guardrail to trap the zombies wandering around.

Ningxia did not use the ascending fire formation stone this time, but used the ordinary fireball technique to create chaos. After all, that thing was tried last time, and the formation was not generally large.

This made Ningxia still feel a little scared. Tong Ning's scream that day was the biggest nightmare in her career as a monk.

Now I just want to create chaos and throw stones to ask for directions. Of course, I can't just kill people. Everything has to be done slowly.

What's more, this move can't be used multiple times, otherwise others will find out the details at once, but there will be some surprises when performing the move.

But the effect of ordinary flames plus special liquids cannot be underestimated.

The liquid that Ningxia sprinkled for the second time was not ordinary water, but highly concentrated liquor, in other words, alcohol.

Don't ask her why there was such a cross-century thing as alcohol in the ancient world? She didn't know either. After all, this was a world of cultivation without any science at all.

Ning Xiaoxia found it at the market in Fengming City, a maintenance spirit liquid that has the effect of awakening swords. It is brewed in a special environment based on special spirit wine, supplemented by spiritual materials.

It has the effect of awakening and forging magic weapons and possessing spirits. If the spirit sword is used for a long time, it is possible to purify the sword embryo and achieve the second refining effect.

This thing is not an ordinary thing, it is worth a lot of money. It is a rare thing that Ningxia bought specifically for Lin Pingzhen. It was all in gratitude for the other party's help many times that she reluctantly bought it. If she had not obtained a large number of souls in the secret room before, Shi, strictly speaking, this thing cost her a whole year's savings.

According to the old man selling the goods, the spiritual liquid brewed by his father was much stronger than ordinary goods. Master Ming Jing personally nodded and certified it, and she bought the thing.

For Ningxia, this is really a horribly expensive luxury product.

Now, the rare treasures will be wasted on the ground and used as volatile agents for the flames, creating an artificial fire with great talent but little use.

Forget it. Life is important. If you can save your life, the things outside you will have value. Otherwise, you can only die holding a bunch of rare treasures. Ningxia soon felt relieved.

Zombies are the living dead. Strictly speaking, they are dead people. When people die, their senses naturally disappear completely. Pain, itching, and other things are just a cloud. But the problem is that zombies are the living dead, the kind that are not fully dead. , there is still residual synesthesia in the body, and the strange temperature can still be felt.

And I don’t know if it’s because their attributes are yin, these special creatures are afraid of open fire, and subconsciously don’t want to touch the light of fire.

Ningxia first used sesame biscuits to attract the zombies. Of course, this was just a supplementary photo. After all, we couldn’t expect sesame biscuits to kill people. But fortunately, the sesame biscuits played an outstanding supporting role in this, and the zombies actually turned out to be real. It was a mess because of the sesame seed cakes all over the floor.

These creatures driven by instinct are chasing those ordinary and inconspicuous cakes that have fallen on the ground. There are even many walking low-level zombies coming to pick them up.

The lifeless city unexpectedly experienced such a turbulent situation. The strange commotion attracted the attention of the patrol team.

It was very uncomfortable to be inexplicably pushed back by the low-level zombies around. Now these low-level things dare to ignore them and rebel?! The patrolling brother was angry.

They decided to have a good time with politics, so that they could see who was the master of the city.

Unfortunately, scolding and beating had no effect this time. They underestimated the importance of sesame cakes in the hearts of the zombies. Those low-level zombies did not buy their fault and went about their own business to pick up things and fight over them.

Just like the supermarket ladies competing for one-yuan products, the business is booming and in a trance.

In this way, a large number of zombies gathered in this area. This also made it easier for her to pour the spiritual liquid, and tried some means to make the liquid spread more evenly. Then she lit a fire to this lively scene.

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Ningxia didn't think it was chaotic enough, so he used the vine technique, which he was not yet proficient in, to cause a large number of vines to surround this small space, making the scene even more chaotic. He took advantage of the chaos and climbed up to the eaves of a nearby roof without anyone noticing.

, lie down in the small dark room and pay close attention to the situation below.

Looking at the zombies below who were trapped in the vines and wandering around randomly, scared to death for the second time by the fire, Ning Xia silently made a tick in her heart, and the plan was completed.

Now we have to carry out the second step of the plan. Ningxia is crawling on the roof of the second floor, always watching the movement below, waiting for the opportunity.

Zombies are not her main target. Ningxia is aiming for something else, a gadget that once caused her a lot of trouble.

She looked down at the zombies carrying bamboo baskets and hurriedly avoiding the flames. The light in her eyes was floating, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Let her take a look at these things...what are they?

...their true face.

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There was chaos in the main city.

The faces of many zombies were blank. First they were blurry, then suspicious, and finally calm.

Are you kidding? Have you lived for too long and started to hallucinate?

How could something happen in the main city?

They have lived too long. The long time has worn away their emotions and some of the remaining brilliance of humanity. By the time they react, the fire and heat in their hearts have disappeared and nothing is left.

The city has been built. But to them, nothing is different. They live at the same pace as before, bleak and hopeless.

With the changes in the "companions" around me, everything has become more boring. It can even be said to be worse. After all, the majority of companions used to be able to run, walk, laugh and make trouble. Now... it's like a dead city.

Their life is all about mining, mining, mining.

They have lost hope for a long time. Let them think about when it started, no, maybe from the moment they died.

Maybe, this is the real hell, and they came here after death. Are we talking about the life they should live now...?

When they heard that there was chaos in the main city, their first reaction was that they didn't believe it. How could it be possible? There were very few sane zombies in the upper echelons of the city, and most of them were low-level zombies responsible for heavy work such as mining.

They know very well what those guys are like. Isn't it a joke to say that they will make trouble? How can such a walking zombie guy riot?
Chapter completed!