The door opened, and Wen Hu walked out with the ugly woman.

The hundred generals asked, "She's the one you're going to take?"

Wen Hu said: "Yes, she is my wife, so naturally she will be taken away." ”

"She's too thin, it's better to be stronger. ”

Wen Hu said: "There are many strong women, but I like this one." ”

"Hmph, I don't understand that you scholars, love love all day long. ”

"Let's go!" Wen Hu said with a smile.

The iron-masked warriors, with large and small boxes and a few crying old men, came to the dock with Wen Hu and boarded a boat.

In another ship, an iron-masked soldier asked, "Do you know what to say?"

Steward Zhang smiled and nodded again and again: "I know, I know, let's say that it was done by a group of officers and soldiers wearing Qin army armor, and that group of officers and soldiers can be murderous, and the sound of killing can be heard throughout the county." ”

The Iron Mask nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left, onto the deck. Wait until your boat comes close and jump on it.

When all the Iron Mask Warriors gathered, the ship left shore, hoisted its sails, and disappeared into the night.

Steward Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead, he knew that this was this group of Qin soldiers who wanted to discredit Zhou Jun. As we all know, the Qin army kills people silently. However, he still has to do what Qin Jun said, otherwise, not only will he be unlucky, but the master will also suffer.

Steward Zhang instructed the guys around him, and when the guys left, he breathed a sigh of relief. He also had to contact other people, not only to speak in unison, but also to make the lie more true.

......

Hohoo!

Hohoo!

Hohoo!

......

Devil Cry put away the quenching stone, raised his hand, and raised his long knife. The meager starlight projected through the hole in the top of his head looked at the knife edge. After some polishing, the edge of the knife has regained its sharpness, reflecting the cold light of the forest.

At this moment, the ghost cried in a half-collapsed cellar.

All around, there are cold stone walls. It's not airtight, but the air is still cloudy. However, it is still quite hidden, and it is still difficult to find if you don't pay close attention.

Putting the knife aside, Ghost Cry took out the flying knife, carefully picked out the debris in the wound on his body, and then the muscles squirmed, the wounds were tightly pressed together, and the gushing blood immediately stopped, which was better than gold sore medicine.

He didn't have a clean cloth on his body, so he didn't bandage it, but tried to keep the wound as clean as possible.

Outside, a white shadow flashed. With the sound of a silver bell's laughter, a tall flying corpse dressed in white passed through the hole overhead.

The ghost cries motionless, like a sculpture. When the corpse was far away, he got up, grabbed the long knife with one hand, assisted his legs with the other, and climbed up lightly, burrowing out of the hole.

Glancing at the flying corpses raging in the distant air, Ghost Cry left in the opposite direction.

Wen Long gasped violently, the reflection in the water frightened him, and he reached out to touch his face in disbelief, but he didn't touch the rotten flesh he imagined.

Wait a minute!

He suddenly came to his senses, and suddenly the fear in his heart receded like a tide, and a wave of anger erupted in his chest, his eyes widened, and he smashed his fist on the stone, and suddenly, the fist was a blur of flesh and blood. He gasped violently, and the expression on his face was very strange.

"Heh~haha~ha......"

He smiled maniacally, recalling the scene just now. Clearly, they were caught in a hallucination. Then, they fought each other out of fear. He killed his companions who had been with him for many years, fled frantically, and finally, escaped here.

Wenlong gritted his teeth angrily, his cheeks tightened, and his teeth rubbed against each other, making a crisp sound of "clucking".

He looked up and looked around.

By some point, he had made his way through the woods to the area around an abandoned county town. Under his feet, it was all mud.

Overhead, the stars and moon are hazy. All around, a thin layer of night fog fills the air. In the distance, heart-rending screams and laughter can be heard from time to time.

The sound of neat footsteps, stepping on the mud all over the ground, is coming this way, and the sound is getting louder and louder. Wen Long hurriedly hid behind a huge rock, and then, he saw a group of zombies wearing official uniforms, although their bodies were shaky, they maintained a neat and consistent pace, walking in front of him, as if a group of officials were patrolling.

There was cold air, blowing out of the neck. Suddenly, goosebumps spread.

Wen Long stiffened, and his heart beat violently. He gripped the knife tightly in his hand, large drops of sweat running down his cheeks and dripping down his chin.

He turned around sharply and stabbed him, and then, with a slash, made him stumble.

A flying human head, with a playful smile on his face, appeared in front of him, nose, pressed against his nose. The flying human head, obviously without a neck, erupted into a loud burst of laughter.

"Die!"

Wenlong shouted, leaned back, and slashed again. A knife slashed through the head of the flying man. Then, after a pause, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Wen Long shook off the head vigorously, and then, the sound of neat footsteps made him stiff, and the hideous expression on his face froze.

More than 20 zombies just watched him quietly, motionless. He was also motionless out of fear. These zombies exuded an aura of terror, making him look like a mouse that had seen a snake, and his body was weak.

A zombie broke the silence and staggered over. Wen Long screamed, brandished his knife and rushed forward, letting out a terrible howl. The knife was swung out and was limp and weak.

Bite!

The rusty knife and the snowy steel knife touched each other, and suddenly, the snowy steel knife was cut off with a knife, and only half of it was held by Wenlong in his hand.

And before Wen Long could make a surprised expression, his face had already frozen, and a line of blood spread around his neck.

The zombie reached out, grabbed him by the hair, lifted his head over, and tied it around his waist. The headless corpse was bleeding like a waterfall, and it fell straight forward.

Syllable!

smashed into the mud.

This zombie returned to the team, and in a series of neat steps, the group of zombies patrolled again and gradually moved away.

Cai Wei's cheeks were pale and she had fallen into a coma. She was chained to the back of the big black horse, and the big black horse galloped all the way, rushed out of the woods, and jumped into the river.

Then, with a series of violent branches snapping, a black shadow rushed out of the woods. He seemed to be afraid of something, he didn't dare to step into the river, quietly looked at the big black horse in the middle of the river, and watched the big black horse swim to the other side and disappear into the woods on the other side. After a long time, he turned around and turned back.

In a wood, the big black horse gasped violently, and spat out white foam from his mouth. His horse-faced face has a rich expression, and people can tell at a glance that he is immersed in the aftermath of the catastrophe. Big Mouth squirmed, and Cai Wei fell off her horse. Then, the big mouth rushed into the vast forest sea.

Not far from here, in a bush, swaying slightly. A short figure that looked like a human crept out of the bushes.

I saw that his face was ugly and dark, the corners of his mouth were upturned, forming a strange smiling face, and his body was covered with long hair, which looked like a monkey from a distance.