"What is fighting corpses?" Ding Ling frowned slightly. Seeing her like this, I sighed helplessly. Now, I finally understood why Lord Jiu was so helpless. I guess I was also so helpless back then. She must be as annoying as this girl...
"Dou Zhi is a type of zombie. This kind of zombie is more common than other types. Generally speaking, Dou Zhi is very fierce. The kind that bites people and can run around all over the ground is Dou Zhi. You see Have you ever watched the European and American zombie movies? The kind of thing where a psycho chases people while oozing pus and screaming. That is a zombie fight."
"No, that seems to be called the Walking Dead... The Walking Dead..." Ding Ling said, his eyes flickering as if he was suspicious.
Seeing that she didn't trust me so much, I was too lazy to talk to her anymore. I dug out a "Corpse Suppressing Talisman" left by Master Jiu in my backpack, checked the integrity of the talisman, and ran towards the old lady. , but before I left the corner, Ding Ling pulled me back and immediately asked like a ghost wrapped around his legs: "Let me ask you, what is the difference between a walking zombie and a fighting zombie?"
"Uh... how should I put it? Dou Zhi will actively attack people and bite people when they see them. Viable zombies will not attack people unless they are stimulated. Girl, why do you have so many questions? "After saying this, I pinched her face impatiently, and without waiting for her to respond, I ran behind the old lady with my backpack on my back.
Judging from her habits, this old lady should be a kind of zombie, and there is no big danger to zombies. As long as she sticks the charm on his forehead, she will be honest.
With this in mind, I stood behind her, patted her shoulder and waited for her to turn her head. Unexpectedly, as soon as my palm touched the old lady, the old lady fell apart with a crash... ...
A layer of black ash rose up from the bottom of the wide and worn black raincoat, and disappeared into the air less than half a meter above the ground. At the same time, the bucket she was holding in her hand also disappeared from the melon she was holding in her right hand. The gourd fell to the ground together with a splat, and a large amount of plasma splashed out, scaring me so much that I quickly backed away.
What is the situation?
Staring at the small pile of bones under the raincoat, I was completely dumbfounded. It was only then that I clearly saw half of the old lady's zombie-like face, but how could it turn into a pile of bones with just this touch?
Could it be that my Burning Heaven Technique was too fierce and accidentally burned her?
No, first of all, I didn't deliberately mobilize the spiritual energy, and secondly, even if my white flames want to burn a corpse, it will take a while, how can there be anything that will disappear with just one touch... I thought Here, I couldn't help but feel a little scared. A strong fear of unknown things is a common problem among human beings, and I couldn't escape it. Thinking of this, I pulled out a mahogany sword from my backpack, picked up the black raincoat, and flicked my wrist. Turning over, the raincoat rose up from the ground, very light, followed by a crashing sound, and countless white bones wrapped in black ash fell to the ground...
This was considered a complete death, and it was absolutely impossible to stand up again. Thinking of this, I breathed a sigh of relief. I put the talisman in my arms, crossed the array of coffins poking into the ground like stars all over the ground, and walked straight towards the one that was not exposed on the ground. To a small pavilion that is only half of a height of two meters.
I walked to one side and found the entrance. It took me a long time to take out a flashlight, because I didn't expect to go down to such a place before. The flashlight hadn't been charged for a long time, so I took several pictures at the battery position. Next, the rather weak light finally stabilized.
Ding Ling and the others still wanted to come over, but I waved my hand to tell her to stay where she was. It was obvious that they were strongly dissatisfied with my choice, and they all pouted with reluctance on their faces.
"Be obedient..." I'm not worried about anyone else, I'm just worried about Ding Ling, the devil. This woman is good at everything, but she's too self-aware and wants to get involved in everything. She's not good at all. She is a very obedient person. Fortunately, she behaved better this time. When I was in danger, she just yelled and didn't come back.
I took a deep breath to calm my mind. Although I pretended to be confident, I was still a little nervous at the moment. Based on my judgment, there must be something fishy about this small pavilion. The old lady just walked out of it. Since She was carrying a bucket of chicken blood, which at least proved that someone must have been here in the past few days.
Chicken blood is very important in Maoshan art and some folk alchemy. It can be used to worship ghosts and gods, and it can also exorcise ghosts and demons. It is like two sides of a mirror. Different people use different places, but no matter how they are used , the effectiveness of chicken blood has a time limit, up to twenty hours. After this whole day, the effectiveness of chicken blood will gradually be dissipated, and in the end, it will be of no use.
In other words, if the chicken blood of the old lady with bones is useful, it will be a chicken that was killed within 24 hours at least, and that guy who falls apart at the touch of a touch cannot easily deal with the big rooster with the strongest positive test result. , that is to say, there should be at least one person here.
Then who could this person be?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little uneasy. Later, I thought that my psychological quality at that time was still too poor. When I thought that there might be someone waiting for me in front of me, I was as nervous as the big girl in the bridal chamber. But I went down with a flashlight. Only then did I realize that it was pretty much what I imagined.
As expected, the pavilion was sunk into the ground. Under the pavilion was a very narrow basement. In the basement was sitting a little doll with a bunch of hair on its head. The little doll was less than one meter tall and wore a red dress. He had a big belly. When I saw him, he was sitting on an incense table enshrining some kind of demon, eating chicken. He was laughing while eating, and strips of raw meat were being pulled out with blood stains. When he looked up, his mouth was full of chicken. It's chicken-feather...
I have no resistance to eating raw meat. I find it disgusting at first glance. However, it is not surprising to see a similar situation here. No need to ask, he must be holding the rooster that was bled just now. First, seeing that it was covered in blood, it must have been a lot of fun killing chickens.
But who is this kid? Why is he dressed like this...
Thinking of this, I turned around against the wall and shined a flashlight on the child's face to see what he looked like. But when I looked carefully, I was shocked. The child had a long mouth. fangs...
The lips are black, the eye circles are black, and the fingernails are also black. In sharp contrast, the pair of white pupils are scattered on the arms, legs, forehead, and bellyband. Below are the densely packed mysterious symbols on the back...