Chapter 297 Corpse Carrying Coffin

Zombie King?!

My eyebrows jumped.

Although I don't know what it means, it sounds very powerful...

Old man Li put this thing on the same level as Hanba, so it should be not much different, right?

Before I could ask in detail, something strange happened again.

The vines on the ground withered faster and faster.

My master obviously noticed something strange, and suddenly stopped, holding the ancient sword across his chest, looking up at the end of the rugged mountain road.

The zombies that had been attacking us one after another gradually stopped at this time, and slowly retreated, surrounding us.

Seeing this, Old Man Li's originally bad complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten a mouthful of shit, and he said in a low voice: "No, something is wrong!!"

I was already confused by this scene that should never have happened, and my heart was full of doubts at this moment. I immediately whispered: "What do you mean?"

"I can't say it, the zombie king is targeting your master, we must break out."

Old Man Li said quickly: "Wushuang, don't hide it!!"

Wushuang nodded, his pretty face was stained with a little blood, not only did he not look hideous, but he looked a little stubborn. His dark eyes stared at the zombies around him, but his hands did not stop moving. He silently took off his cotton coat. When he lifted up his thin shirt, he saw that his waist was full of rectangular cloth bags, but he didn't know what was inside. He took them off silently and threw them on the ground with a "plop". The bags collided and made a clanging sound. It sounded like solid iron bars!

This was just the beginning. Immediately afterwards, countless iron bars were thrown out on his legs and arms...

Judging from the situation, the weight of these iron bars combined is probably comparable to the huge backpack he carried on his back.

Is this still a person? I'm afraid that the big animal will be out of breath after carrying so many things, right? The ferryman's strength is also honed through hardships. I was already shocked when I saw him take action before, and his speed was as fast as a ghost. Now it seems that he actually has a hidden card!

Compared with him, the little training I received in the Zhenwu Temple is really nothing...

Old man Li whispered: "Do you remember what I told you?"

Wushuang was like a fanatical believer brainwashed by pyramid schemes, and shouted without thinking: "As long as there is food to eat, life and death are trivial matters!"

"Okay, then you will lead the way later!"

Old man Li said without shame: "Only those who are willing to work hard deserve to have a full meal!"

I stared at the old and the young in amazement, and saw that the word "weird" was almost written on their faces, but I was still worried about what Old Man Li had just said, and I had no time to correct Wushuang's three views that were deceived. I stuck to Old Man Li's side and said: "My master..."

Before I could finish, Old Man Li waved his hand and said, "Leave Mr. Zhang alone. I am the most senior and capable here. You'll have to listen to me. This is no longer a battle we can intervene in. Believe me, if Mr. Zhang has time to talk to you, he will definitely tell you so. We are here to tie his hands and feet, and become his hostages for nothing, forcing your master to fight to the death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Man Li winked at Wushuang.

Wushuang was like a cannonball, slamming towards the zombies on one side. After removing the weight on his body, his flexibility increased by more than one level. He was like a humanoid monster. A shadow flashed by, and the next moment his fists were like thunder, hitting the two zombies hard. Before the two zombies could react, they were directly smashed away, and knocked down.

Wushuang tore a crack in the encirclement and immediately rushed in.

Coincidentally, Brother Yaozi also took action at the same time. He did not communicate with Old Man Li, but they made the same choice in the end. He and Wan Nianger took Lao Bai and protected Shunzi, and rushed out from another direction.

I was the only one who knew nothing. I looked left and right and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Wait to die!"

After knocking down a zombie, Old Man Li suddenly turned around and yelled at me: "Their decision is right. Breaking through separately and dispersing the zombies, everyone can survive. If we gather together, we will all die!!"

At this time, the zombies seemed to gradually come to their senses and rushed towards us with a roar. When Old Man Li turned around to talk to me, a zombie was behind him and raised his three-finger claws to cut his neck. Seeing this, I didn't hesitate any more. I rushed forward and stabbed with a knife. The blade almost cut Old Man Li's cheek, but the tip of the knife "poofed" into the zombie's eyes and got stuck in the eye socket. I held the knife with both hands and pushed it forward, pushing the zombie's head back. Taking this opportunity, I immediately put away the knife and swept it towards the other's neck. With a "click", a good head flew up.

Then, I roared and rushed up to Wushuang in front of me. Although he was fierce, he was trapped in the zombie frenzy at this time. There were dangers all around him. Two fists could not beat four hands. He was gradually stretched to the limit. If no one helped him, he might not be able to hold on for long.

People are like this. Once they see blood, they will not hesitate. The moment I was excited, I swung my knife left and right. After getting close to Wushuang, I fought side by side with him. The two of us were even more powerful. Before, these zombies were relatively scattered, but since they formed an encirclement, they were very concentrated. After experiencing the initial frequent dangers, Wushuang and I quickly rushed out of the zombie frenzy. The zombies in front of me gradually became scarce, and the breath I held in my chest gradually dispersed. Only then did I feel pain all over my body. I was already covered with scars. This was because Cang Yao took action several times and dissolved many fatal attacks. Otherwise, I might not be able to rush out alive.

"Look!"

Suddenly, the voice of old man Li came from behind me.

When I was busy running, I didn't care about other things. I didn't see the old man and thought he had lost us. Now I looked back and saw that the old man was following us without any harm. It was obvious that he was using me and Wushuang as thieves. The two of us were fighting hard in front of us, but he was just hiding behind us and running around shamelessly. Moreover, the old guy didn't feel anything wrong at all, and didn't show any shame. He turned around and looked into the distance.

I was panting, lacking strength, and aching all over. I really didn't want to argue with him. I had to follow his gaze and look at it. I saw ghosts behind me and countless zombies were chasing me ferociously. However, all this was not as eye-catching as a group of zombies coming slowly from the hillside in the distance.

Zombies are living creatures that have absorbed too much evil spirits and have been raised to become walking corpses. They are like corpses but not corpses. They are crazy and bloodthirsty, just like wild beasts. However, the team of zombies that came down slowly at this moment seemed very orderly, arranged neatly, and carried a huge sedan chair, like the welcoming team with gongs and drums in the old days. They were clearly playing the role of servants. How could they be walking corpses?

My master stopped where he was. The zombies did not attack him at all. He also looked at the team of zombies coming towards him. He picked up a talisman on the ancient sword at some point and raised it high. With a "bang", the talisman turned into a huge fireball. Wherever the fire reached, the zombies retreated and illuminated the surroundings.

In this way, the team of weird zombies became more and more clear. What they carried was not a sedan chair, but an extremely weird coffin. It was square, like a box, and the texture was dark. It should be a square stone coffin!

I have heard that only ghosts carry sedan chairs, but now I see corpses carrying coffins, which is really shocking!

However, no matter whether it is a sedan chair or a coffin, no matter whether it is a ghost, a corpse, or a human, after all, being able to sit there and be carried by the same kind is a kind of style in itself, and it is a product of class differentiation. If a traitor or an old soldier suddenly jumps out on a big road, most likely no one is willing to hold him or her, and he must be a great character to be able to do so.

Needless to say, what is in this coffin!

As expected, old man Li stared at the stone coffin and murmured: "The zombie king is coming..."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly came to his senses, pushed me hard as if chasing a duck, and shouted: "Run, run! The stone coffin fell to the ground, and we didn't run away. Your master can only fight to the death, and it's more likely to be dangerous!!"