In the summer of July, the woods are lush and green.
For the fifth time, I looked up in the direction where the black smoke was coming out.
That was the black cave dwelling that the mute senior brother had burned down before.
As long as I get there, I can join Song Li and the others.
When I first entered the woods, the wind blew up the sand and I was blinded.
I stood there and stretched out my hands to block the wind and sand for a while.
When I opened my eyes again, I found that the other three people were gone.
With so little effort, I will make them get separated.
I sighed, put down my hand, and moved forward holding the dust whisk.
Although there are trees all around, the midday sun is very fierce in the sky, and it seems to be moving against me.
My body gradually became sweaty, and there was a fire reviving in the pit of my heart.
I swallowed my saliva and went to touch the water on the side of my backpack.
I couldn't twist my wrist smoothly, and the mineral water bottle slipped from my hand and rolled on the ground.
I chased after it, and the ground was on a small downhill slope.
The bottle rolled faster and faster.
In the end, I almost ran over with my legs.
Fortunately, I encountered a stone that slowed down the rolling speed of the bottle.
I quickly picked it up with quick eyes and hands.
Exhaling a breath, I opened the lid and was about to drink water.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed a black figure suddenly emerge from the bushes on the side.
It was a rotting corpse, rushing towards me with its teeth and claws.
I raised my eyes and was about to throw away Chenfu's hand.
Bang, a sound.
The zombie was hit in the back by something like a bullet, and fell down on his back.
A round thing rolled to my feet.
I looked down and raised my eyebrows.
This white thing with petals is garlic.
Someone actually used garlic as a weapon, or a whole garlic The rustling leaves were accompanied by the footsteps of the visitor, which didn't sound sneaky.
I raised my head and saw the unknown hero who used garlic to kill the walking corpse.
He is tall, with shoulder-length hair tied up, and slender eyes.
His appearance is not as good as that of Song Li and Bai Ming'an, and his temperament has the casual and free atmosphere of an artist.
He was wearing loose clothes, and what attracted more attention than his clothes was the sack he was carrying.
The bottom was damaged and exposed, and the bits were clearly garlic.
When a stranger meets him, his first words are: "You are not a zombie, right?"
And my first words were: "Where on earth did you get all this garlic?"
Each was stunned for a moment, then answered together again.
I said, "No, my name is Ning Huan.
I am a spirit remover from the Taoist sect, also commonly known as a ghost collector."
He said: "I passed by and saw a vegetable truck parked there.
There was no one in the truck, so I picked up a sack.
I heard that zombies are most afraid of garlic."
Me: ""It's obviously stolen.
I felt a little wary.
This was not a deep mountain or wild forest, but it was still a remote area.
It seemed strange that an ordinary person who was not a spirit remover suddenly appeared.
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He was also looking at me from the opposite side, his slender eyes swept over me calmly, his long hair hung down his head, and his whole person looked a little noble.
Mingzhu's half-brother Ye Minglang is also full of nobility, but it is a sense of excellence cultivated from being pampered since childhood, while this person has more of a sense of sanctity.
Yes, the divine nobility makes people surrender to him unconsciously.
"You scream?"
As soon as I asked the question, the walking corpse on the ground squirmed a few times, suddenly expanded several times under our gaze, stood up and rushed towards me.
I was shocked.
Soon after I said it, the peach wood sword was thrown out.
With a whoosh, the sword tip stabbed the corpse's forehead firmly.
What was surprising was that it didn't fall down and still stretched out its five fingers into claws.
The arm keeps attacking.
Bang, bang, bang bang bang.
There were several sounds in a row, and the zombie was hit so hard that his head tilted, and finally the man behind him drew all his attention away.
The man narrowed his eyes, raised the garlic in his hand, and looked at it provocatively: "Come on."
The zombie opened its mouth and uttered vague syllables.
Its limbs were stiff but it rushed over quickly.
The man didn't know what he was thinking.
He didn't dodge or continue to attack with garlic.
I watched the zombies getting closer and closer, and my heart went up inexplicably.
"Idiot, get away!"
I couldn't help but yell.
The sound was too loud.
The zombies who were easily affected by the noise turned their heads slightly when they heard the sound.
At this moment, the man grabbed the sack on his shoulder, twisted the mouth of the sack hard, then rotated and shook it hard.
His head was smashed over.
Boom, bang, bang, bang, bang.
The walking corpse was knocked to the ground.
It rolled downhill a few times and quickly hit rocks.
I took the opportunity to light the talisman and throw it out.
The walking corpse was surrounded by yellow flames and quickly burned.
With a bang, there was an explosion in the flames, and the rotten flesh turned into blackened hard lumps and was shattered in the explosion, falling to the ground.
The green grass was scattered with black powder.
Before the Taomu Sword exploded, it flew out with spiritual consciousness and landed on the ground.
I went over to pick it up and watched the powder being absorbed into the soil, making the already fresh grass instantly greener.
I couldn't help but frown as I looked at it, are the walking dead nourished?
It stands to reason that if a walking zombie has such a violent aura, even if the soil and surface plants are not damaged after being blown up, it will not be so abnormal that it can be used as fertilizer.
I always feel like something is weird.
"Looks like there's something better than garlic."
I turned around and saw the garlic man standing behind me, staring at my pocket with his slender eyes, some of the urgent talisman paper he had just taken was still exposed.
He pointed to my pocket and said, "Can you give me some?"
I raised my eyebrows, wondering what he meant.
He took out a garlic from his loose trousers pocket and handed it to me: "I won't take it from you in vain, we will barter."
I:"" He touched again from the same pocket and took out two garlics: "I only have so much.
You can't find garlic around here.
Trust me, you won't suffer any loss in trading with me."
I:"" I glanced at him, stood up from the ground and said, "Isn't there a truck selling vegetables?"
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He could steal a sack from one truck, so if necessary I would just go and get it.
Unexpectedly, he twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a triumphant smile in his eyes: "Oh, well, the car kept leaking oil when I was picking up garlic, and then it exploded and burned down."
Me: ""Why didn't you say something like this earlier?
Your tone just now clearly didn't mean that.
Damn.
The man shrugged regretfully, but his expression was as relaxed and indifferent as leisurely clouds and cranes: "It's a pity, otherwise I could pack two sacks."
I'm speechless.
It would be better to have less contact with this kind of man of unknown origin.
I wisely walked past him and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I have to leave first."
The man's slightly surprised voice sounded from behind: "Hey, you actually rejected me."
I turned to look at him without saying a word, but my expression made it very clear who you are.
It would be strange to reject you.
The man raised his hand, and the loose sleeves slid all the way down to his shoulders, revealing a little red tattoo near his back.
I could identify it in a split second under the sun.
The tattoo was clearly a fiery red fox
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