I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

"Ahmed, come up."

Lu Wenwu and Dabao carried a simple stretcher.

Judging from the color of the khaki bandage above,

It was obviously freshly made.

Ahmed lay down obediently, looking at the bandages under him from the corner of his eye and wanting to cry without tears.

His precious old limited collection bandage of the same style as Ramses II!

Aiken took off his armor and put on the red bishop's robe from before.

Zhang Sijia put on a black robe, and even fakely hung a cross on her chest.

"Remember our identities. We are missionaries who have come all the way from the West. Our companions and we are both seriously injured and need to find a place to rest. Don't let it slip." Lu Wenwu was ready to use his brain to solve the problem this time.

When you don't know what the enemy is, you take the initiative to show weakness to the enemy, and then when the opponent takes the initiative to attack, you immediately rise up and hit the opponent directly to death with a hammer!

The plan was perfect!

Deep in the mountains and old forests, on an inaccessible hilltop, there was a skinny old man sitting cross-legged in a cave behind the Lost Tracing Formation.

The old man was wearing a worn-out Taoist robe, and his dirty hair, which had not been washed for who knows how many years, was tied into a rough bun.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, with intense disbelief in his scarlet eyes.

"The first tools I created died?"

He couldn't help but stood up and frowned deeply.

The old and withered face kept changing expressions, and his eyes were trembling.

"Is there another alien coming? No, it shouldn't be. How can those useless aliens be so powerful?"

"Or is it that the old guy finally couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to break through his own shackles and start hunting?"

"No, just to be on the safe side, I'm going to test it out."

Muttering to himself, the old Taoist took out a rusty Sanqing bell from his dirty Taoist robe, and started to jingle and shake.

Soon, heavy footsteps sounded.

A stiff humanoid figure with a green face and fangs appeared outside the cave.

This is a cursed puppet made by using evil methods to seal the souls of living people and refine them with blood and yin energy.

Not only does it possess most of the characteristics of a zombie, it can even use some of its abilities during life, which is extremely powerful!

"Go, launch a random attack on Changshou Village. The bigger the noise, the better. Leave one or two to come back and report the news." The old Taoist said in a gloomy tone, "It just so happens that I, the old Taoist, can try out the ability of this alien zombie."

Then the bell was rang suddenly, and the twenty or so zombies turned around instantly, threw away their thighs, and rumbled towards the bottom of the mountain.

After doing all this, the old Taoist slowly walked into the depths of the cave.

Mountains of white bones were piled up, sticky flesh and blood rolled endlessly in the pool, and a bloody smell assaulted the nostrils.

He lifted the lid of the pot on the stone stove and took out two cold, dry steamed buns!

After hesitating for a moment, the old man took a bite.

Judging from his laborious chewing and ugly expression, this thing probably wasn't very tasty.

Choking!

It must be stained with the hot and sticky blood in the blood pool before it can be swallowed with difficulty.

While eating, the old man was thinking silently, should he add a few more functions to Zombie to improve his quality of life?

If this continues, I am afraid that before I can get a glimpse of the great road, my Taoist heart will be broken by the harsh environment of surviving in the wild.

The dry food and the toilet paper used by Chu Gong are gone, and Zombie will have to grab some tomorrow.

Do you want to grab some more condiments and side dishes?

At the entrance of Changshou Village, a group of people with strange shapes attracted great attention from the villagers.

The highest intelligence agency at the entrance of the village discussed this a lot and gathered many old ladies who were eating melons.

Zhang Sijia, who looks sweet and gentle, is negotiating with an old man in the village who seems to be highly respected.

"That's it. Grandpa, can you let us stay in the village for a while? We can pay the villagers money as the cost of renting the house."

"Of course, there are a few empty houses in the village,"

The old man stroked his dry beard with a kind look on his face.

"However, these houses were left by Old Liu Tou before his death. As long as you are not unlucky, you can stay there for as long as you like."

"Of course I don't dislike it." Zhang Sijia said softly, "You are really a kind and kind elder. I'm afraid the villagers are also good people with compassionate hearts like you, so they can live such a long life!"

After hearing this, the old man became even happier and his smile grew stronger.

He glanced at the five people and one dog, and said cheerfully: "Dazhu, take the guests to the houses left by old Liu Tou, and then go to the village chief's house to get some bedding and firewood."

"Hey, that's good!"

A stocky, dark man walked over quickly from the side, his words a little excited.

"Masters, you often walk this way, follow me!"

Lu Wenwu glanced at the old man with a white beard, said nothing, and just quietly followed Dazhu away.

On the way, Dazhu turned his head and looked back from time to time, looking at Zhang Sijia's naked eyes with barely concealed hunger, and he swallowed his saliva.

I think so.

Zhang Sijia was originally trained as an octopus to become a demon. Even when she transformed into a human being, she still retains the moisture and softness of her original body.

Coupled with the black robe of a nun, her pure and lovely appearance, hot and attractive figure, and the religious beliefs that symbolize abstinence and mystery collide with each other, creating a strong contrast and temptation.

Not only Dazhu, but also the other dealers, old and young, who were rushing home, all slowed down and secretly stared at Zhang Sijia.

In this remote ancient mountain village, compared with the village women with sallow complexions and rough and dark skin, Zhang Sijia, who has a beautiful face and delicate skin, is undoubtedly a dimension-reducing blow.

Lu Wenwu used his mental power to have a panoramic view of every move in all directions.

The women in the village looked at Zhang Sijia with hidden hostility in their eyes, and they grabbed the dazzled man by his ears and took him home.

The whole road became quite quiet for a while.

Soon, everyone arrived at the residence under the leadership of Dazhu.

Aiken stood at the entrance of the courtyard, turned off the simultaneous interpretation system, pointed in the opposite direction, and asked in blunt Chinese: "Here, Nuomi shop, why, in the village? A deficit, isn't it very auspicious?"

Dazhu, who was addicted to beauty, woke up and looked at Aiken in confusion: "Blonde master, what did you say?"

Dabao Weng replied angrily: "He asked you why there is a glutinous rice shop in the village, and the signboard is still this color. In Archbishop Aiken's impression, red fonts are generally unlucky for people here, and few shops use it as signboards. , so he’s weird.”

Including Dazhu, everyone looked in the direction of Aiken's finger.

A small wooden sign hung at the door, with a few words crookedly written on it.

【Longevity Glutinous Rice Store】

There was probably no ink, so the shop owner, who had poor calligraphy skills, used some low-quality cinnabar to write it, which gave the writing a weird brownish-red color.

Dazhu then suddenly realized what he was saying, with a bit of annoyance on his face: "What are you talking about? This shop is owned by the village chief's family and has been around for more than a hundred years. It usually sells rice, flour, grains and oils."

"As for this sign, don't mention it. We all feel unlucky. Tell me, why is this written in red letters?"

"But there is no way. Who said it belongs to the village chief's family? This sign is said to have been written by an expert who was a close friend of the village chief's family. If it were changed, wouldn't it look disrespectful?"

"So, this thing has been hanging on it for so many years, until now."

Zhang Sijia said softly: "This master's handwriting is terrible. It's not as beautiful as mine. When I was learning to write a long time ago, the teacher said that my handwriting was not as good as a dog crawling with its paws."

As soon as he heard this, Maomao immediately squatted on the spot, proudly puffing up his chest and holding his head high, looking proud.

"Snapped!"

Lu Wenwu slapped the dog on the head.

"You are so proud, can you write?"

"Woof!"

"How dare you talk back?"

"Wow."

Calm, very calm.

Except that Lu Wenwu baked eggs and stuffed cakes in the courtyard, which attracted a lot of intense onlookers from the villagers, the rest could be said to be completely uneventful.

This made Aiken, who had been on guard, very nervous.

As the most serious person in the team, the paladin who also serves as archbishop firmly believes that if nothing happens, he must be holding back something big.

It is impossible for them to live so comfortably in the dungeon world.

So, he volunteered and was the first to take on the duty of keeping vigil.

Not only that, Aiken also carefully set up a formation called the Holy Light Spiritual Array around the courtyard, which was said to be able to resist evil invasion and serve as an early warning.

Mummy Ahmed was quite critical of this.

Even though he had taken out the same coffin as Tutankhamun's, the rich power of the Holy Light made it difficult for him to enter a dormant state.

Unable to sleep, he simply took advantage of the darkness to come to the small courtyard to chat with a few other people.

The gentle and gentle Octopus Girl asked curiously: "Mr. Mummy, you are not a traditional undead creature, and you have not been classified by the Holy Light into the evil camp. Even so, will you be troubled by the Holy Light?"

"Of course, these guys who use the Holy Light and their Holy Light are the most unreasonable guys in the world!" Ahmed was full of resentment, "They are simply as unreasonable as those manic vegetarians!"

While Aiken wasn't paying attention, Lu Wenwu secretly gave a thumbs up sign in agreement.

In northern terms, these guys who believe in the Holy Light are too "shabby"!

In most cases, their intentions are good.

But the execution method and process.

That is simply more hated than Fahai!

The honest and honest Dabao didn't express any opinion, he just smiled and gently scratched Maomao's chin while eating the cake.

"Well, according to the previous interpretation in the Oriental horror film, should we prepare some sticky rice?"

After finishing complaining about the Paladins, Ahmed said in the direction of the glutinous rice shop.

"There are also ink pipes and red threads. I don't know if they are available in the village."

"We'll see if there are any carpenters in the village tomorrow." Dabao said solemnly, "But I'm a little uneasy. Normally, this kind of survival dungeon shouldn't put the most important survival props on the surface. If it is Like this, that only proves"

"The intensity of the dungeon will be very high, so strong that the dungeon will think that the irregularities are a clear reminder that we must die." Lu Wenwu showed a kind smile and concluded, "But... this is interesting! I can't wait to open it. Stop killing!"

Zhang Sijia touched Maomao's soft hair and asked in a slow voice: "I remember that black dog blood can also restrain zombies, but I didn't know about Maomao. Huh? Why did he run away?"

"Maomao is not a black dog!"

Maomao shrank back into Lu Wenwu's arms with a look of fear, and tucked his already big body in as much as possible with his tail between his legs.

But it seemed to have little effect.

"Maomao's blood is useless! It's useless!"

"Hahahahahaha."

The rest of the people were immediately amused by Maomao's naive appearance, and the courtyard was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Everyone, there is a situation!"

Just as they were laughing and talking, Aiken suddenly walked in with a serious face and said in a hurry.

"My warning amulet has been triggered, and a group of people are coming to Changshou Village, on the road we came from!"

Huh?

When Lu Wenwu heard this, he immediately became energetic.

"How many people, what strength, who wants to go?"

Aiken was confused by his three consecutive questions, and subconsciously asked: "What who wants to go?"

"Don't worry about this, answer my first two questions." Lu Wenwu was already rubbing his hands.

"About ten are B+ level, and the remaining ten are B level." Aiken said quickly, "They are very strong. In my perception, at least five of them are equivalent to players who have practiced the third or fourth level of inheritance-level skills, and two of them are even..."

"Okay, don't move around here, protect yourself, I'll be back soon."

Lu Wenwu couldn't wait any longer, he held Maomao with his left arm, and the wings of the sky behind him instantly slashed open.

With a flash of blue light, he soared into the sky and headed straight for the dirt road where everyone came from before.

".Equivalent to a top B+ master who has practiced the fourth level of unique skills!" Aiken only finished the second half of the sentence at this time.

Zhang Sijia stretched out a tentacles and pointed: "Mr. Aiken, Tyrannosaurus has left."

Aiken saw that Lu Wenwu had left.

So now he was in a very broken mood, with disbelief in his eyes.

Brother, I know you are very powerful, but you shouldn't be so extravagant, right?

"No, it's too dangerous for him to go alone. We have to go and support him!"

While his teammates were still confused, Lu Wenwu had already met the enemy.

[Cursed Zombie Yi Yonghong/Former Player Yi Yonghong (B+)]: 380,000/380,000

[Cursed Status]: Soul Imprisonment, Evil Curse, Evil Blessing, Zombie Body, Chaos Intelligence, Bloodthirsty

Former Player?

Lu Wenwu's smile faded, and he immediately looked at the other zombies.

Player!

Player!

Still a player!

Those at the B+ level actually have the prefix of the title of former player.