The door on the second floor was suddenly pushed open, and the old Taoist was the first to walk in with his hunched back. At this time, the palm of my right hand was already dripping with wax oil. I took a few steps back and used cinnabar on the palm of my hand covered with wax oil.
I drew the most common palm thunder!
I don't know why I have completely lost my mana in this place, but I can tell from my previous attempts to get the magic weapon from my backpack that I may be in a state similar to that of a soul.
Because my hand passed through the backpack inexplicably, this means that I cannot use the magic weapons and medicines brought from the real world. In other words, I did not bring the backpack at all, it was just mapped from the real world.
It's just a projection.
Wax oil has psychic effects. Apply it on your palms. If you are lucky, you may be able to use it as a medium to use the magic medicine of this world.
But the wax oil is very brittle after all, so there are not many opportunities to use the palm mine, so you must use it sparingly.
"hey-hey…"
The old man laughed strangely again and came closer step by step. I glanced at the table on the side and saw a vase on it, and I suddenly became aware of it!
Suddenly! The old man raised his hand and stabbed me in the heart. I hurriedly stepped aside, raised my right hand and shouted:
"Yin and Yang are infinite, and the universe borrows its law!"
The palm thunder struck Lao Dao hard on the forehead. Lao Dao immediately groaned and tilted his body and hit the side wall. Sure enough, the power of the palm thunder used here using wax oil as a medium was too low.
Seeing this, I grabbed the vase on the table and threw it to the ground with a "pop", then quickly picked up a piece of fragment and plunged it into the old man's head!
"ah!"
A scream sounded, and black corpse blood spurted out along the wound. The old man curled up on the ground and began to twitch continuously. The palm thunder in my hand was also disabled. Seeing that he was still struggling, I quickly picked up another vase fragment.
Pricked down.
This time I didn't care whether he was alive or not, because the remaining zombies also poured in, and they rushed towards me one after another.
Fortunately, they were all junior zombies, so there was no need for palm thunder at all. I just moved around in a small space, picked up cinnabar with my right hand stained with wax oil, and painted on the foreheads of these zombies.
Shangchuan Ziyin.
Although you can't immobilize them, you can slow down their feet, and finally use the vase fragments to cut off their heads one by one!
But the process was far from smooth. After all, the place was small and they had an advantage in numbers. By the time they brought down all the zombies, my body was already covered in corpse blood, and my skin was scratched in many places by the zombies.
The pain was unbearable, and the room was filled with a strong corpse smell...
I sat down on the bed panting, looking at the staggered corpse in front of me. Not only was my mind blank, but my stomach was also hungry...
After rummaging around Old Xu's house for a long time, I couldn't find half a grain of rice or even a grain of food. I dragged my exhausted body out of Old Xu's house and limped into the deserted town, forcing my way in.
I went into other people's houses, but still couldn't find food or water...
This was the first time I felt despair since I came to this place. At this time, I saw the white lanterns and curtains all over the street, and I just felt that these were all prepared for me. Maybe I would be dead in a few hours.
here.
It’s getting dark…
I walked around the town several times, exhausted, and returned to the door of Lao Xu's house. I sat weakly on the ground leaning against the wall, my lips were chapped, and it hurt even to breathe...
"hehe…"
I laughed at myself, but my lips hurt so much that I had to shrink my mouth...
At this time, there was a sudden "bang bang" knocking sound from the window on the second floor. I looked up with difficulty and saw a bloody face pressed tightly against the window on the second floor.
He stared at me ferociously, leaving dazzling blood marks on the window!
His hand was still knocking on the window!
Looking at that face, I was completely despairing. It was that old man, and he actually came back to life!
With a "pop" sound, the window was smashed. The old man rolled his body covered in blood and fell from the second floor. He landed in front of me. His face turned towards me little by little, with the knife still stuck in his head.
Two fragments of a vase, with that weird smile on their lips,
"Hey...hehe..."
I was stunned, thinking about running away quickly, but my body didn't have any strength at all. Just when I was in a daze, several more people fell down from the second floor with "bang bang bang", and all the walking corpses were alive.
Got it!
"Your uncle!"
I growled feebly, stood up with difficulty by holding on to the wall, and stumbled away towards the street...
A few minutes later, I escaped to the well in the fenced courtyard. I stared at the mouth of the well for a while, then gritted my teeth and turned over to sit on the mouth of the well. My legs were hanging in the mouth of the well. I turned around and saw that the zombies were chasing after me as expected.
Came over.
They surrounded the fenced yard and the wellhead, staring at me like they were prey, and then slowly approached...
I gasped and looked at them, regardless of whether my lips hurt or not, I laughed loudly and said:
"Haha...haha..."
"Why do you still want my life? Go ahead and daydream!!!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the zombies roared and rushed towards me, and I jumped deep into the well without hesitation!
With a "pop", I fell heavily into the well water. The familiar feeling of being swallowed by the cold came back again. My body kept sinking in the water. I don't know why, but I felt like I was pushed by something.
, the body turned over in the water.
From facing up to facing down, I was surprised and seemed to see a layer of vague lime-grey color, like the bottom of a well, and there seemed to be something at the bottom of the well. In my mind, I wanted to get closer to it.
thing, and in fact it is really close to it.
I felt myself getting closer and closer to that thing, and then I saw clearly that it was actually a stone shrine nailed to the bottom of the well, and something seemed to be enshrined in the shrine, but at this time, I completely lost it
Consciousness, eyes slowly closed...
During a period of drowsiness, a voice of someone speaking was faintly heard in my ears.