After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

"Whoa..."

The wild wolf lying on the dead tree roots moved its ears, quickly raised its head, and looked around coldly.

I don't know when, the cold mountain wind stopped blowing, and the moonlight quietly sprinkled the forest, but the bare branches didn't even shake.

But only in the darkness in the distance, the bushes swayed and their branches toppled, as if blown by the wind.

Looking into the darkness in the bright place where the moon is shining brightly, it is difficult to see the situation in the darkness clearly, and that will become the best shelter for danger.

But he couldn't escape the eyes of wild wolves.

In its eyes, the world looks different.

Behind the bushes, the silhouette of a human figure is swaying, but it is staggering and stiff, and there are far more than one person.

Every ray of darkness is entangled with a figure. Behind the swaying dead branches, the figures stretch into the distance. They are walking towards the direction of the wolf, as if there is no end.

The wild wolf stood up coldly.

It stood on the root of the tree, like a warrior guarding the cave, coldly denying any enemy from approaching.

"Whoa!"

The branch was suddenly grabbed by a bloody hand, and behind the parted bushes, a figure stepped out slowly, both feet fell heavily on the ground, making a clumsy sound, even the ground trembled .

But the face that slowly poked out from behind the bushes was anything but normal.

Under the background of the moonlight, that face looked even more pale and stiff, without any blood color, and the eyes were hollow and cloudy, and it had already lost any vitality.

But the man's neck was covered with blood, it was dazzlingly red.

The blood flowed down his neck all over his body, but it didn't drip down. Instead, it had already solidified on his body, causing his clothes to be covered in messy blood and flesh, and the exposed skin was full of scratches. Tear marks.

If Yan Shixun was here, he would recognize him at a glance, this person...

It was clearly the villagers who were killed in the village tonight.

The story told by the village chief did not deceive Yan Shixun.

——When a person here dies, the soul will not leave to reincarnate, and the corpse will not lie quietly in the coffin or the place of death, but will come back after the blood cools down, and look at the eyes of death people who are still alive.

In the massacre more than a hundred years ago, the villagers in other villages were guilty of fear, fearing that the entire village that had been wiped out would retaliate against them, so they tried their best not to let those souls go to the underworld to reincarnate, lest they would sue the king of hell and let themselves be killed. crimes were revealed.

The villagers nailed the dead souls to the thin coffins in Yizhuang.

But they didn't know that what was crucified here at the same time was also the resentment and obsession of those souls.

This place was also changed by themselves, and after gathering strong resentment, it became a place for corpses.

Not only the slaughtered souls could not be reincarnated, but even the villagers themselves and their descendants could not be reincarnated either.

It hurts others and hurts itself.

More than a hundred years ago, when those people were blinded by the "treasure" and became crazy, they never imagined that the disaster they caused in the end would feed back on themselves, turning them into living beings who were neither human nor ghost. corpse.

The wild wolf's eyes are gloomy but clear, as if the creatures in the mountains have been quietly watching the villagers living here, seeing through their self-inflicted fate.

Seeing the dead villager swaying towards the direction of the old banyan tree, the wolf stood majestically on the huge tree root, staring coldly at the corpses coming out of the darkness one after another with piercing eyes.

"Ouch-!!!"

The alpha wolf raised his head and howled at the moon.

The voice was long and cold, with the sharpness and strength enough to tear apart any enemy.

The next moment, pairs of green eyes flickered in the darkness, and a pack of wild wolves emerged from the forest vigorously, quickly surrounded the old banyan tree, and blocked the living corpses of the villagers.

A low growl sounded from the throats of the pack of wolves. Their eyes were ferocious, sharp fangs were exposed, their smooth and powerful bodies were pressed down, and they assumed a preparatory posture before launching an attack, ready to rush up and tear apart the living corpses.

If the villagers were still alive, they would be scared to death by the scene of wolves surrounding them, and they would run away on their own legs before they started fighting.

But after the death, the villagers were left with a dazed and stiff body, and they didn't know what fear was at all, and they were still staggering forward.

Even if the handicapped corpse tripped over the winding tree roots on the ground, it still struggled to get up slowly, persistently walking in the direction of the old banyan tree.

It seems that everything has returned to more than a hundred years ago.

The dead villagers forgot who they were, and were only invaded by the death that happened here and the resentment left behind, occupying their confused thoughts after death.

They are not the current villagers, but their ancestors from more than a hundred years ago, greedy and stubborn to get the rumored treasure.

The direction of the treasure is the cave hidden under the old banyan tree.

One after another, corpses came out of the bushes, staggering towards the pack of wild wolves guarding the front.

A low, menacing sound came from the wolf's throat. It lowered its body lowly, and then instantly shot straight at the walking corpse like an arrow from the string.

The villagers who acted stiffly and didn't even have full consciousness, no matter how they were the opponents of the wild creatures in the mountains, they were thrown down by the wild wolves and pinned to the ground without even responding.

The wolf's sharp claws stepped on the chest of the living corpse, and his condescending eyes looked down with disdain and coldness, as if looking at a lump of garbage.

The villagers were several beats slower before realizing the fact that they couldn't move.

He began to struggle slowly, still wanting to stand up and walk in the direction of the cave out of the driven instinct, but he could only lie on the ground like a turtle paddling water, struggling and waving his arms under the sharp claws of the wild wolf .

But he couldn't move half a point.

The wolf grinned, as if mocking contemptuously.

Immediately, the sharp claw swung down and rushed straight to the sky cover of the living corpse.

"Pfft!"

The minced meat was mixed with plasma, red and white like a smashed watermelon.

The villager's flailing arms froze before falling heavily to the ground.

Not moving.

Led by the head wolf, the pack of wolves rushed fiercely towards the gathered living corpses. The stiff and sluggish living corpses didn't even have time to react before they were pressed down by the sharp claws of wild wolves. An indistinct mass of flesh and blood on the ground.

The smell of blood permeated, and the dead and closed back mountain of Yizhuang became a slaughterhouse for living corpses.

The wild wolves are no longer as gentle and quiet as they were when they met Yan Shixun and others. When they showed their sharp teeth and claws, they became top hunters again, taking human lives with every move.

These wild creatures in the mountains have a very thorough understanding of the situation in this place. They are far more aware of the truth that belongs to this place for thousands of years than the villagers. They know who is the existence they want to protect and who is their enemy.

Even ghosts are gentle and kind beings.But the living people are ghosts.

The vigorous posture of the wild wolf tossed and moved among the flesh and blood of the corpses all over the floor. The thick and smooth fur fluctuated layer by layer like water under the moonlight, and the muscles tensed during the jumps formed beautiful and smooth lines.

And under the beauty of this wild power is merciless death.

There were dozens of villagers rushing towards the cave, one after another rushed over, and fell under the sharp claws of the pack of wolves one by one.

When the wolf head stopped, there were already bloody corpses lying down on the ground, and there was no standing figure, only lumps of red and white minced meat mixed with mud.

The rest of the wolves also held their heads proudly, and slowly retracted their claws from the corpse.

But when the wolf head carefully checked the number of villagers on the ground, he quickly realized something was wrong.

The villagers who were driven by resentment to surround the cave were only half of the number of villagers who were killed tonight.

What about the other half?

The alpha wolf knew very well that these villagers would not have any kindness to speak of.

Since the massacre more than a hundred years ago, resentment has lingered around Yizhuang and refused to dissipate, and the murder has followed the massacres and passed down the blood together.

The massacres took everything they robbed from the exterminated villages, including food and other daily necessities, to raise their children.

The windmill, still stained with blood, was snatched from the dead child and handed over to another with a smile.

The rice grains were still splashed with blood, so they were washed carelessly and put into the pot.

While one family died tragically on the icy ground with blood and tears, another family was laughing and enjoying a hearty meal.

From then on, the sins began to spread, accumulated in the souls of these villagers, and together with their own sins, quietly grew.

Tonight, when those villagers were slaughtered by the ghosts who came back for revenge, the dead villagers were also controlled by the murder and unwillingness left by their ancestors, and they wanted to find the "treasure" of the year.

It can be said that after the corpse was lifted, the villagers are no longer themselves.

It's just a walking corpse controlled by sin.

Just because the wolf could see clearly, it didn't believe it. Only half of the villagers came because the other half were kind and didn't want to do evil.

That being the case, the other half...

Suddenly, the first wolf suddenly remembered the young man he had led the way before, and had told him to leave the outside of the cave to him, and outside the cave, there was not only Yizhuang.

And the slaughtered village on the other side of the mountain.

Those who traveled with the youth were temporarily placed there.

Is it difficult?

Just when the wolf was wondering, suddenly, its ears moved, and it keenly heard the exclamation and shouting from the distant night sky.

In an instant, its expression became ferocious, and its tightly wrinkled features were no longer cold and handsome when facing Yan Shixun, but became extremely aggressive, with murderous intent in its beautiful eyes.

It roared in a low voice, completely irritated by these villagers who didn't know how to repent even after death.

The alpha wolf turned around and howled twice to the pack of wolves behind him, passing on his orders.

The pack of wolves then lowered their heads and let out a low vibration from their throats to show their obedience and loyalty.

In response, wolves howled from the surrounding mountains and forests, firmly guarding the mountains, not allowing any living corpses and ghosts to cross this mountain to harm people on the other side of the mountain.

Since the resentment here started from the massacre more than a hundred years ago, whether it is the villagers who died tragically back then or the people who were killed by revenge, they should stay here and resolve the matter at the place where it first happened.

It should not affect outsiders who pass by.

After giving the order clearly, the wolf head turned around and galloped away. In an instant, like a silver-gray lightning, it rushed straight to the dark mountain forest, quickly jumped over the mountain peaks and galloped among the trees, and ran towards the startled forest almost without touching the ground. Where the voice comes from.

The villagers have already been massacred by revenge, and there is not a single person left alive in the whole village.

The only living people now left in the vicinity are those who traveled with the young man, and they live in the houses outside the village.

But their protectors are now in the cave, fighting to protect the world and the common people.

That being the case, the alpha wolf didn't mind temporarily being the protector of those people until the young man returned.

——Anyway, the young man also entrusted it, it is not a wolf without faith, otherwise why would it stand up among the wolves in the mountains?

You can't turn a blind eye, so naturally you can only help.

The head wolf's eyes were firm and piercing, and under the moonlight, its clear pupils were as beautiful as stars, and its silver-gray fur fluctuated softly in the swiftly blowing wind.

Wherever it ran quickly, the woods seemed to be split by silver-gray lightning, and the branches and leaves fell to the sides, revealing an unobstructed passage leading directly to the house outside the village.

Nan Tian was the first to feel something was wrong.

After Yan Shixun and others left, Nan Tian felt that he had a heavy responsibility, so he sat on a chair wrapped in a quilt with a heavy heart, and didn't even dare to close his eyes when everyone was sleeping soundly.

He tightly held the spell that Yan Shixun left him in one hand, and in the other he held the agricultural tools he found in the house as a weapon. He looked out of the door without blinking. He was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe too much Heavy, lest I overlook something important.

Lu Xingxing gritted his teeth and left behind the broken figure and Yan Shixun's exhortations, which repeatedly appeared in Nan Tian's mind, like two different forces, pulling his thinking all the time, making him afraid but dare not relax.

It is impossible to say that I am not afraid.

Before participating in this show, Nan Tian was just a third-tier star who was plagued by negative news such as "playing big names" because he was afraid of ghosts. other than that.

For Nan Tian, ​​he will participate in this show only because the director Zhang Wubing's generous remuneration can allow him to temporarily relieve the current difficulties and pressure and take a breather.

He thought that anyway, the traffic was declining and he didn't have a job, and the schedule was very empty, so he might as well make some money, so he didn't report any expectations at all.

But Nan Tian never expected that a random decision he made would change his life ever since.

It is precisely because of participating in this program and meeting Yan Shixun that ordinary people like Nan Tian can see the truth of Nanming Mountain.

He knew the truth after he had been afraid of ghosts and shadows all along, because his grandmother was protecting him, and he was no longer afraid of ghosts.He saw Grandma Nan for the last time, and this time he finally said goodbye so that Grandma Nan could leave with peace of mind.

He also knew that he was not an ordinary person, so he picked up Nanming Mountain's bloodline of a goddess who was on the verge of being lost, and vowed to become the guardian of Nanming Mountain's inheritance.

At that time, Nan Tian really thought that he had done enough.

As a star on the rise, he was able to handle his work step by step and prepare for his complete retirement. He also made up his mind to settle down in Nanming Mountain after retiring from the circle.

Such a decision would be an incredible decision for anyone in the circle.

Many people were also amazed by Nan Tian's choice, and after hearing him talk about his thoughts, even his former competitors admired him very much.

Because of this, Nan Tian also felt that he seemed to be pretty good.

But until he saw the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple rushing into the southwest without fear of death, Yan Shixun put his life and death on the line to turn the tide, Li Daochang and Chengyun Layman were martyred, Lu Xingxing was seriously injured to the point of death, the rescue team and In response to the support and guarantee of the logistics staff around the clock...

Nan Tiancai finally realized that he was only moved by himself, but how shallow his understanding of ghost exorcists was.

Compared with Yan Shixun, he is like a three-year-old child learning to speak, naively thinking that inheriting Nanming Mountain only needs to read books and learn spells.

But he didn't realize that, actually, for truly excellent ghost exorcists, no matter scriptures or spells, they are nothing more than means and tools they use to guard Yin and Yang and protect all living beings.

Yan Shixun and the priests never thought how great they were, but they were truly great people.

Forge an uncollapsible wall with your physical life, keep danger out of the world of ordinary people, and keep people's peace and happiness from being disturbed.

In places unknown to ordinary people, there are figures standing silently, guarding every night for them, so that they can welcome each new round of sunrise.

But there are many Taoist priests, and they can no longer welcome their own sunrise.

They died in the long dark night before dawn.

No one knows their exploits, their existence, or even that they died for themselves.

But whether it is Yan Shixun or the priests, they don't need such a false name.

After the matter, he flicked his clothes away, indifferent and detached.

When Nan Tian finally saw this point clearly, he felt so guilty that he was ashamed of his previous innocence, and he didn't even want to face himself.

Nan Tian didn't tell Yan Shixun, when he heard Yan Shixun said that Lu Xingxing was still saved, he was so happy that he almost wept.

He deeply felt that it was not Lu Xingxing who was saved, but himself.

If Lu Xingxing really died there, it would become the regret and shadow of Nan Tian's life. He couldn't forgive himself who obviously inherited the blood of the witch, but did not fight side by side with Lu Xingxing, but survived.

Therefore, when Yan Shixun entrusted Nan Tian with the task of protecting everyone, Nan Tian only felt that he was saved.

It was Yan Shixun who pulled him up who was about to fall into the quagmire of regret, and gave him another chance to choose to make up for his regret.

Amidst the peaceful sleeping sound in the house, Nan Tian wondered, did Yan Shixun see his thoughts, so he did this on purpose?

But Nan Tian knew that even if he asked Yan Shixun, Yan Shixun would only casually perfunctory him, and even the reasons were so perfunctory that he never lost his mind.

That's what that guy always does.

No matter what he carries on his shoulders, he laughs wantonly, as if even the weight of heaven and earth cannot crush him...

But it's so reassuring.

Nan Tian smiled wryly and shook his head, but his eyes were full of warmth. He felt that he was once again protected by Yan Shixun when he didn't realize it.

He tightened the quilt around his body to give himself some warmth in this cold night.

The fire in the house had already been extinguished, and the temperature was slowly dropping.

Others could huddle together under the quilt to keep warm, but Nan Tian could only sit shivering on the chair, his teeth chattering from the cold.

"Heh, heh..."

A slight sound rang in the ear.

At first, Nan Tian thought it was the sound of his teeth and bones trembling.

But slowly, he realized something was wrong.

When he tried his best to stop shaking, the voice didn't disappear, but became clearer and clearer.

It's as if... gradually approaching from a distance.

Nan Tian was startled, the first thing he remembered was what Yan Shixun said earlier, that there were no living people in the village anymore.

He was the first to rule out the possibility that the villagers wanted to sneak attack at night, and then he wondered if there were wild animals coming down the mountain to look for food in the nearby forest.

But Nan Tian held his breath and listened for a while, only to find that it was not the sound he had imagined a beast would make.

Instead, it sounds like the sound of shoes dragging and rubbing on the ground.

A terrible thought rose in Nan Tian's heart.

Could it be...the corpses of the dead villagers?

He didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately made the worst plan, clenched the farm tools in his hand, and tiptoed to the back of the window to look out.

Although the night in the deep mountain was dark, fortunately, the moonlight was extremely bright tonight, allowing Nan Tian to see clearly the situation outside in the dark room.

He saw a human-like shadow slipping past from outside the yard.

The reason why I can't be sure is because the person's walking posture is very strange, as if the lumbar spine is completely bent, but the head is drooping forward on the chest, and the walking is crooked and there is no straight line.

If this is really a human being... how can there be a human body that can be twisted into several sections?

Unless, that's dead.

This sudden idea startled Nan Tian himself, he quickly turned around and pushed Song Ci to wake him up, wanting the young master to help him see if he was thinking too much or if danger was approaching.

Although the young master is delicate and weak, his combat power is not as good as that of a goose.But from Nan Tian's point of view, the young master is the most calm and rational person besides Yan Shixun. When you need someone to discuss with you, you can definitely go to the young master.

Song Ci fell into a drowsy sleep, and felt that there was a dog in the dream that kept hitting him on the head, so annoying that he reached out to beat the dog, thinking that he might not get along with the dog in this life.

But in the next second, Nan Tian's voice came from his ear, with a little eagerness.

"Song Ci, young master? Help me."

Song Ci: "?"

Could it be that I was too nervous during the day, why would I have such a weird dream.

He dubiously forced himself to open his eyes, but he really saw Nan Tian's eager and nervous face, and suddenly lost all sleepiness, turned over and sat up, his face with the pillow marks on it was already serious.

"what happened?"

Nan Tian was afraid of waking up the people around him and making a sound to attract that human-like thing outside, so he only dared to use his breath and voice to match his hand gestures to explain the situation outside to Song Ci.

It may be that the air outside the bed is too cold, or the blood frantically rushes to the legs under extreme fear, and the body's instinct is preparing to escape, causing the body temperature to drop.

Song Ci slowly opened her beautiful eyes, shivering from the cold.

He immediately threw off the quilt and rushed towards the window, but when he just wiped off the fog on the glass with his palm and wanted to see the outside clearly, he suddenly met a face tightly pressed against the glass.

The wrinkled and gray-spotted face was still stained with blood, and the squeeze on the glass made the face deformed. The already ugly face became even more ferocious, but the eyes stared blankly at the people behind the glass. , I don't know how long I have been watching here silently.

In the moonlight, this terrifying ghost face looks even more terrifying.

Song Ci was caught off guard by such a face, and his heart stopped for a moment in fright, and his complexion quickly turned pale and cold.

Nan Tian, ​​who followed closely behind, was also terrified, and subconsciously called out.

Even though he quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound, that short cry was full of intense panic, like a small animal about to be hunted, full of survival instincts, and woke up other small animals.

The others, even in their sleep, suddenly felt a sense of crisis that they were being targeted by a beast. They woke up instinctively, opened their eyes in confusion, and didn't know what happened.

Nan Tian heard the sound coming from behind, turned around quickly, and eagerly made a "shh" gesture to everyone.

Although everyone was puzzled, they still obediently covered their mouths out of trust in their companions, and waited quietly in place.

Nan Tian dragged Song Ci down, and the two held their breaths and squatted behind the wall under the window, holding their breaths and waiting for the thing outside to leave.

And the ghost face outside the glass has been clinging to the glass, trying to see what's going on inside.

But it was so dark that it was hard to see clearly.

After a while, the hideous living corpse seemed to feel that there was no one in the room, so it pulled its face from the glass, turned around unsteadily, and was about to leave the yard.

Seeing such a scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

An Nanyuan suffocated tears in his eyes, and the messy associations in his mind almost drove him crazy. He was so frightened that he slowly put down his palm covering his mouth, hiccupped, and sat on the pile of quilts for a long time. .

Everyone was worried and hurriedly asked Nan Tian what was going on.

Nan Tian sighed and felt his hands and feet go limp, so he slumped on the chair and explained to everyone what he saw in a concise manner.

"You mean... it's possible that the corpses in the village are fraudulent corpses?"

Song Ci looked serious.

Nan Tian nodded and said, "Although I haven't actually seen what the village looks like, I have heard what Brother Yan said. There have been incidents in the village where people raised corpses after death, bitten and killed other people. Although it was more than a hundred years ago, it is not impossible for it to happen again now."

An Nanyuan felt chills all over his body.

Less than one kilometer away from him, there are a large number of corpses lying, and there are no living people in the entire village. So what is the difference between sleeping here and sleeping in a mass grave?At most, a cover is added on the top of the head, so that it will not sit on the ground and under the sky.

The most frightening thing is that those corpses are still dead! ! !

An Nanyuan was so frightened that he went straight to the heart, and felt that he would have a shadow on sleeping from now on.

Who knew that when he was sleeping, there might be a revived corpse staring at him next door, trying to kill him while he was sleeping...

"It is indeed possible."

Zhao Zhen saw the fear of the people around him, but he did not choose to comfort everyone, but calmly stated the most likely situation, and calmly analyzed: "Brother Yan said that the other side of the mountain is not a village, but an abandoned Yizhuang , it is very likely that there are corpses left that have not been removed."

"If you add the Abandoned Yizhuang side, and the corpses were raised on both sides at the same time, then Brother Yan and we are in the same situation. We have to deal with our own situations. Brother Yan may not come back in time to save us. So."

Zhao Zhen raised his head and looked at Nan Tian with firm eyes: "If the dead body is really found in the village, then we will have to save ourselves."

"Didn't Brother Yan leave a spell for you, and said that he has contacted the rescue team and will come at dawn? Since Brother Yan said that, it means that he is sure that he can solve all this before dawn, and come back to meet us meet."

"Since that's the case, as long as we wait until dawn, we can wait for Brother Yan."

Zhao Zhen said softly: "Then we will win."

Bai Shuang was so frightened that she wrapped her quilt tightly, she could only get closer to her companions as much as possible, and the people around her gave her a little sense of security.

She had never been so grateful to Datong Shop, and felt that if they lived separately tonight, she would probably be scared to death by herself.

After hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Bai Shuang nodded and agreed deeply: "If you just stay until dawn, it should be easy, right?"

Song Ci frowned, feeling that it was not that simple.

If there are corpses, it is likely that there will be more than one corpse. The worst possibility is that hundreds of corpses in the entire village will all "come back to life".

And the house they temporarily lived in was outside the village, some distance from the place where the villagers died, but even so, they were found by the corpses...

If those living corpses came to the door one after another, the difficulty they would have to face would probably be doubled and doubled.As long as he fails once and is discovered by a living corpse, he will face an even more dangerous situation.

Reminded by Song Ci, everyone moved, dressed quickly and got up, looking for weapons in the house as much as possible, whether it was pots and pans or portrait candlesticks, they were all in their hands, nervous ready.

Just when Song Ci was buttoning up his coat impatiently under Zhao Zhen's nagging, a loud noise suddenly came from behind.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they hurriedly looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Then they see...

The kitchen window at the back of the house has been smashed.

The loud noise they heard was the boulder thrown from the window hitting the ground.

And a blood-stained arm has already stretched in from the window.

The palm held the window sill firmly with a "snap!", and even the nails were filled with mud and flesh.

Immediately afterwards, a head that was smashed to pieces and bloody and mutilated slowly rose from behind the window and appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Everyone was taken aback by such a scene, and some people were so nauseated that their stomachs turned sour, and they wanted to fuck, their eyes were filled with physiological tears.

Seeing this, Nan Tian immediately clenched the shovel in his hand and rushed over quickly, gritted his teeth and became cruel, and slapped the shovel at the living corpse that was about to crawl in through the big hole in the window.

There was a sound of "Boom!", and the sound of the shovel hitting the skull was particularly crisp.

Nan Tian was frightened at first, and wanted to protect the people behind him, so he used extra strength, almost reckless with all his strength, and even used the strength Yan Shixun lent him.

The living corpse also fell down in response, and slowly slid down from the window sill.

Only the blood and bones on the shovel and the bloody handprints on the windowsill glass remained, reminding everyone of what happened just now.

But before everyone breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the crisis was over, they heard loud bangs of "Bang!" and "Bang!" coming from behind.

As soon as they turned around, they saw that several windows in the front yard were smashed to pieces by stones thrown from outside.

The cold wind poured in from the outside, immediately dissipating the warmth remaining in the house just now, and it became icy cold.

And the reassuring atmosphere brought by sleep has also disappeared.

Only the cold wind was left, blowing through the front and rear windows, chilling everyone's hearts.

A head climbed up from the window sill first, then arms, feet... The corpse was as soft as an octopus, and it quickly climbed along the wall from the outside to the house. .

Behind it, there are other living corpses waiting to burst into the house.

After losing the shelter, everyone could see that so many corpses surrounded the house where they lived without knowing it.

The corpse that shattered the back window just now was actually making noise!

Song Ci's teeth were itching with hatred, and he almost wanted to drag the corpse back and beat him up again.

But now he can only hold the candlestick tightly in his hand, ready to fight to the death with the rushing corpse.

Anyway, it has reached this point, either it dies or he dies.

Song Ci's strong desire to win and pride would not allow him to lose to such an ugly and vicious thing!

Nan Tian was the first to charge forward brandishing a shovel.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He had never systematically learned martial arts at all, relying entirely on momentum and brute force, he swung the shovel and beat indiscriminately, desperately beating the corpse on the window that was trying to crawl in.

There is only one thought in Nan Tian's mind now - these corpses must not be allowed to rush in!

Even if the window is smashed now, it becomes a breakthrough for the corpses to rush in.But as long as they guard every window, they don't have to worry about the attack from behind, and they still have the possibility of surviving.

This is their city, and they are the soldiers who defend the city.

As long as the city is there, they can be protected, but once the city is broken, they will fall into the ocean surrounded by corpses, and it is difficult for them to support themselves.

Bai Shuang also screamed "Ahh!", swinging the big iron pot in her hand, closing her eyes, and smashing it on the window sill.

She didn't dare to look at the situation in front of her, but as long as she closed her eyes, she could remember what she just saw was smashed to pieces, and even the brains came out like coconut milk and hung all over the head.She was so frightened that she didn't dare to take another look at it, and she was all defending with one breath.

But this scene made the variety show cafe next to him, who was beating the living corpse with an iron kettle, look sideways and dumbfounded.

Bai Shuang probably doesn't know that her current appearance is not only brave and fierce, but also much more terrifying than a living corpse...

At least for a moment, the variety show fans felt that the living corpse that was smashed into a bloody and flattened body by the big iron pan looked like a poor little bullied.

But he was immediately startled by the screams in his ears, and continued to focus on the real corpse whack-a-mole game in front of him, desperately hypnotizing himself that this is not a corpse, it is a gopher, this is not a corpse, it is a gopher...

The weirder one was probably An Nanyuan who beat people up with a huge portrait.

After he beat a living corpse until it hung on the window sill, everyone suddenly realized that the portrait in his hand was actually the living corpse in front of them!

"...This person probably didn't expect that after his death, he would be beaten to death by his own portrait."

Zhao Zhen's eyes were complicated, and he looked at An Nanyuan full of surprise.

But after a few beats, he realized something was wrong: "Wait."

"If it's the person on the portrait, it means that this person is dead long ago, not the group of villagers who died in the village tonight."

Zhao Zhen and Nan Tian looked at each other, and both found out the problem.

"So, where did this corpse come from?"

Song Ci was stunned for a while, and then said, "Abandoned Yizhuang? Or the cemetery?"

"broken!"

Nan Tian slapped his thigh and found that the situation was far worse than he imagined.

Not only the corpses of the villagers who were killed tonight in the village were raised, it is very likely that the corpses in the nearby cemetery...all of them were raised!

How huge is that amount?

Nan Tian didn't even dare to think about it, but felt the heavy pressure on his heart in an instant, making him almost out of breath.

He didn't even know how Yan Shixun remained calm and rational when faced with similar situations in the past.Now it was him, he just felt that his mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure out the line, so he could only mechanically swing the shovel in his hand, desperately defending the current house.

But everyone knows that going on like this is not a problem at all.

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