In a race against death, Lin Hun has long been familiar with the road.

Driving against the wind, between life and death, Lin Huan seemed to realize the true meaning of "two pounds and four ounces to compete with a civet cat", quietly feeling every ups and downs and bumps of the motorcycle.

The nearly 200 kilograms of flesh seemed to be growing on the motorcycle. Amidst the roar of the wind and sand, Lin Huan even heard the friction sound of the motorcycle behind him.

"Ah", with a scream, the guy behind him couldn't outrun the sandstorm after all, and was instantly swallowed up by the yellow sand in the sky. However, the Dalin Temple workers should be lucky that the sandstorm passed through the sand dunes, but the large rocks were blocked by the hills.

The wind and sand in Lop Nur come without roots and leave without worries.

When Lin Hun and Dai Fangfang both entered the wind-eroded stone forest, the strong wind suddenly stopped, leaving only flowing sand and dust that passed through the wind-eroded stone forest and fell on the salt-alkali land not far away, forming new sand dunes.

Dusting off the dust on their bodies, Lin Hun and Dai Fangfang smiled at each other. Although they were a little annoyed, they were more filled with joy of surviving the disaster.

Suddenly, bursts of gunshots were heard from above the stone pillar. Lin Hun looked up and saw the Dalin Temple worker hanging on the stone pillar. His clothes were in rags, his skin and flesh were torn, and the top of the mushroom-shaped stone pillar was dyed red with blood.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed towards Dalin Temple.

Lin Huan made a visual inspection and found that the black shadow was nearly two meters tall and as skinny as wood, but it moved very quickly, with a body as nimble as a raccoon cat and as much momentum as a wild leopard.

"Fragrance, be careful."

The moment the black shadow hit him, Lin Hun pushed Dai Fangxiang away, his body almost pressed against the black shadow, and they ran up the stone pillar together to protect Dalin Temple Worker.

Just kidding, this Dalin Temple worker got his tongue with great difficulty. It would be a pity if he was ruined like this.

With the help of the setting sun, Lin Huan was able to take a closer look at this black figure. His face was wrinkled, as black as charcoal, his fangs were protruding, his eyes were lifeless, his arms were longer than his knees, but he was on all fours, and his nails were sharp and sharp, but he was as sharp as the legend.

The zombies in the game are generally the same.

This should be the "soul of smoke" in Dai Xiang's mouth.

However, Yanhun did not attack Lin Hun. Instead, he stared at the seriously injured Dalin temple worker and let out a deep roar of "roar" in his throat, which seemed to warn Lin Hun not to meddle in his own business.

The Dalin Temple worker, who was still a little angry at first, saw the smoke soul and hurriedly reached into his pocket as if to draw his gun, but unfortunately his pocket was empty.

The moment when the Dalin temple worker reached out to touch the gun, Yanhun's body involuntarily lowered his body. This was the posture of an animal preparing to attack. The threat it exuded could be felt by everyone present.

Unable to reach the gun, the smoke spirit tried to break in again. The Dalin temple worker seemed to be greatly frightened and even fainted.

Lin Hun was a little surprised when he encountered a zombie that wouldn't eat him. He felt his chest squirming, as if a small insect was crawling across it.

He opened it and opened his chest to see that the Pisces-shaped mark was flashing with a gentle light.

The moment Yanhun saw the Pisces Jade Pendant, he slowly lowered his head, and his hostility toward Lin Hun seemed to have eased a lot.

Lin Hun seemed to understand something, and made a gesture to the Dalin Temple worker, as if to say, "No, he is mine."

"Roar", although the smoke soul was a little dissatisfied, it still whimpered in its throat, and slowly stepped back, as if to show submission. However, its head turned to Dai Fangfang, opened its bloody mouth, stretched out its long tongue, and licked

Licking his lips.

"Slow down, that one is even worse." Lin Hun jumped off the mushroom stone, opened his arms and stopped in front of Dai Fangfang, and spoke urgently to Yan Hun.

"Lin Hun, this is really the soul of smoke." Dai Fangfang whispered into Lin Hun's ear, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

Lin Hun did not answer, just nodded, and at the same time smiled at Yan Hun. He did not dare to anger this big guy too much now, and assessed the power of both sides. Although he was sure to repel this big guy, it seemed that he had to pay

Huge cost.

Yanhun walked around in front of Lin Hun and Dai Fangfang a few times, looking reluctantly at the Dalin temple worker lying bleeding on the stone pillar, and at Dai Fangfang behind Lin Hun.

However, his body slowly moved closer to Lin Hun, sniffing vigorously, as if to confirm Lin Hun's identity.

Feeling Yan Hun's uneasiness, Lin Huan took a defensive posture, placed his left hand outside his right arm, and grasped the handle of the dagger on his right arm.

The smoke soul clung to Lin Hun's feet, breathing heavily, blowing up smoke and dust on the ground. It exuded the sour stench of rotten flesh, and its yellow fangs were exposed, with pieces of meat and blood stains attached to them.

I really don’t know where it can find food in this barren land.

"Go away."

Feeling that Yan Hun was a little unwilling to give up, Lin Hun pulled out the dagger and shouted at Yan Hun.

As if sensing Lin Hun's anger, Yanhun reluctantly roared, turned around and ran into the distance. As he ran, his paws made a "thunder" sound on the ground, lifting up pieces of salt-alkali shells, as if venting the anger in his heart.

dissatisfied.

Lin Hun quickly grabbed the telescope from Dai Fangfang's chest. When he adjusted the focus, he already found that the smoke soul had escaped several hundred meters away, where a mutilated figure and a motorcycle were lying.

Yanhun ran to the figure, looked back at Lin Hun, and when he saw that he was not chasing him, he leaned down, opened his mouth wide, took a few mouthfuls of flesh and blood, picked up the mutilated body, and ran away.

"Ugh, it really eats human flesh."

Dai Fangfang also took out the binoculars from the car, saw this bloody scene, and retched several times.

Carrying the somewhat exhausted Dai Fangfang, he returned to the car. Lin Hunyou jumped on the mushroom stone, dragged the Dalin temple worker down, tied him up, put him in the trunk, and ran towards the base.

"I didn't expect that the legend of Yan Hun is true, and that Yan Hun would listen to you so much. It's incredible."

Dai Fangfang was a little scared. If it weren't for Lin Hun, he would never be able to escape from the smoke soul even if he drove.

"I don't know why. Maybe it's because I've turned into a zombie before. Maybe it regards me as the same kind."

Lin Hun could only think this way because he really couldn't find any other more reasonable reason.

"It's even more inappropriate to treat you as the same kind. One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, let alone two portions of food. Do you think it is so polite to give this food to you?"

Dai Fangfang asked back, indeed, in nature, when two beasts competing for food are evenly matched, such courtesy does not seem to happen.

"You compare yourself to food? Hey, why don't you come over and let me take another bite."

Anyway, no conclusion could be drawn, so Lin Huan made a joke to liven up the atmosphere. It was already night, the weather was a bit cold, and Lop Nur was eerily quiet.

"For the sake of your loyalty to protect the Lord, I'll let you stick to it for cheap."

After saying that, Dai Fangfang stretched out his jade hand and placed it on Lin Hun's mouth.

"Don't use your hands, give me your cute little mouth to eat."

Involuntarily breaking up, Lin Hun grabbed Dai Fangxiang's hand and kissed her hard on her cherry mouth. He didn't even care that the car had deviated from the direction.
Chapter completed!