The sound was a little dull, like a hammer hitting the ground with one stroke.

Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment and asked, "What sound?"

Monk Yuanzhi shook his head, "I don't know, it won't be whose house is decorated, right?" ”

"It seems to have come from an alley." Zhou Fengchen said.

The two ran to the balcony and stretched out their heads to look down, at this time it was about nine o'clock in the evening, and the community was dark at night as usual, and the annoying rain came down again, and it was very dark in the alley, and it was impossible to see what was there.

Knock, knock......

The voice kept on and on, and it seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Monk Yuanzhi scratched his scalp and shouted impatiently below: "What the hell are you doing!" The big night still doesn't let people sleep? ”

The sound stopped abruptly!

The Yuan Zhi monk was happy and said, "How, how? Nowadays, people are afraid of the wicked, you give him a smile, he bullies you in your original love. ”

"What nonsense." Zhou Fengchen frowned, "Why do I feel a heartbeat?" ”

"Or ...... Go down and see who is talking to him? Monk Yuanzhi teased.

"." Zhou Fengchen turned around and went back to the bedroom, "Sleep!" ”

The two of them had a quilt and a quilt, one person and one head, listening to the sound of rain outside, and chatted for a while, and the monk Yuanzhi somehow turned to his cousin's house, snoring as he spoke.

Yuan Zhi's sleep quality made Zhou Fengchen's five bodies admire to the ground, and he thought about the years with his father and sister with both hands and pillows, and unconsciously confused the past.

After some time, the windowsill seemed to ring, and then a sound of footsteps entered the bedroom.

Zhou Fengchen woke up, listened carefully, there was nothing, and thought it was his own delusion, and was about to turn over, when he suddenly became vigilant, and hurriedly kicked the Yuanzhi monk, and he rolled out of bed.

As soon as he left the edge of the bed, there was a bang behind him, and the whole big bed was shattered, and the cotton wool in the quilt was flying all over the sky.

He looked up in panic and found a tall figure standing in front of the bed, carrying a cylindrical thing in his hand, because of the light, he could only see the outline, and he didn't know what it was.

Almost subconsciously, he bounced up and punched with his fists.

The figure raised its fist and blasted at him.

Syllable!

The man didn't move.

Zhou Fengchen took five or six steps back, and hit the wall all of a sudden, only to feel that his blood was surging, his arm hurt badly, and he said in his heart that he had encountered a hard stubble!

The Yuanzhi monk over there didn't know what was going on, so he got up in a daze, "Why do I feel like I was hit by a train?" ”

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback, and hurriedly shouted: "Monk! Dodge! ”

It's too late!

The figure raised the cylindrical thing again and struck at the Yuan Zhi monk.

The Yuanzhi monk was reminded by Zhou Fengchen, and when he saw something smashed over, he almost immediately hid to the side, but he was still half a beat slower, and was scraped to the side, and the whole person hit the wall with a snap, and fell down softly, life and death are unknown.

Zhou Fengchen was angry, a little under his feet, and used the "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" to go straight to this person's neck, this grasp felt like grasping on an iron block, and his five fingers hurt greatly.

The figure slapped him in the chest with a backhand, knocking him three or four meters at once and hitting the wall again.

Before he could get up, the figure lifted the cylindrical object and slammed it down.

At this time, Zhou Fengchen saw clearly what the hell that cylindrical thing was, a mace! A mace full of spikes!

Today, he and Monk Yuanzhi saw it in the house where she killed Miss Chen San.

Ancestor? Nalan Abu, Yang is invincible? This is the ancestor that Yang Fan and his father said?

Seeing that the mace was about to fall down, Zhou Fengchen dodged sideways, clamped his feet between the other party's legs, and flipped over hard.

Bang!

The figure fell involuntarily, slammed through the bedroom door, and scratched out of the bedroom, the mace brushing the ground with a "stabbing" sound.

Zhou Fengchen immediately turned on the lights in the entire room, picked up the ancient Qing Dynasty knife on the bedside table, and looked up.

I saw that the figure stood up again, and I could see clearly under the light, this was a Qing Dynasty man wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform, with a court pearl, but without an official hat, a bare head, and a rat-tail braid, no! It's a Qing Dynasty zombie!

His face is not as ugly and ugly as it seems on TV, but smooth and solid as jade stone, only on the left side of the scar, as carved out of the stone, he looks like he is in his thirties, he is still a handsome guy in modern times.

At this time, his red eyes rolled, and he slowly raised his mace.

Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment, zombies use weapons? Two arms can actually go up and down? What the hell is this?

He quietly took out two talismans from the bag next to him, recited a spell in a low voice, and hit them casually, "Definitely!" ”

Sou! Sou!

Two talismans, one on the zombie's forehead and one on the zombie's chest.

The zombie's body froze and stopped.

Zhou Fengchen breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around to see how the Yuan Zhi monk was doing, when he inadvertently found that the zombie's eyes were dripping.

Can your eyes still turn? His chest throbbed, and he looked closer with a frown.

As soon as he arrived, he suddenly let out a laugh like the rubbing of porcelain, and hit him with a mace.

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback and waved his knife to resist.

Bite!

He took four or five steps back, and the zombie did not move, slowly tearing off the talisman, throwing it on the ground, and raising the mace again.

Zhou Fengchen panted heavily, bit his fingers, squeezed out the blood droplets, and bounced at the zombie's eyebrows.

It didn't slant right in the center of his eyebrows, but it was still useless, and the blood droplets flowed down the zombie's face into his mouth, and it gently sucked it in, and closed his eyes intoxicated.

Wrong! This is not a zombie!

Zhou Fengchen had a gloomy face and raised his knife, "Wu Twelve, blunt knife technique!" ”

As if to greet him, the zombie held up his mace and snorted twice, with a strange banter in his eyes.

"Die!" Zhou Fengchen slashed with a knife.

Zombies greet each other with a swing of a stick.

Bite!

Jingle Bell!

One man and one zombie, one with a knife and one with a mace, beat from the bedroom door to the hall.

Zhou Fengchen relied on his martial arts skills to dodge and dodge, and the zombie was invulnerable, not afraid, and no one could help anyone.

Tables, chairs, benches, and sofas were quickly smashed to pieces.

The zombie was fighting, the banter in his eyes was gone, he swung his stick away Zhou Fengchen, his stomach bulged strangely, and he vomited violently, spitting out a bunch of "corpses"!

Zhou Fengchen was taken aback, it turned out that the "corpse" was made by this ghostly thing, and he hurriedly slashed with a knife.

Just hacked a few here to death, and the mace over there hit his head, he hurriedly dodged, but he was a beat slower, and his thigh was grazed, and it suddenly hurt hotly.

Seeing that there were a few "corpses" ready to sneak into the bedroom, Zhou Fengchen jumped to the side, biting the knife, and sealing his hands, "Doppelganger, hurry!" ”

Woohoo!

There were nine more figures in the hall in an instant, and the nine Zhou Fengchen touched the same, each holding a knife.

In the blink of an eye, five besieged zombies, and four specialized in killing corpses.

The zombie was obviously taken aback, and didn't seem to understand what kind of doorway Zhou Fengchen was, and the mace in his hand was dancing with a stick flower to protect his whole body.

The thigh was getting more and more painful, he didn't take a step, his feet were sticky, the Yuanzhi monk in the bedroom didn't know if he would die, Zhou Fengchen was in a hurry, at this time he killed all the "corpses", and the nine shadows surrounded the zombies together, and then took advantage of the moment when the zombies dodged, the body was synthesized together, bit his fingers and drew a few marks on the palm of his hand, and pointed at the zombie's head: "Five thunder rectification, dispelling evil and subduing demons, palm thunder!" Die! ”

(End of chapter)