high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 7 The Painted Man

The beast in front of it had its arms limp and drooping in front of its body, like two dead snakes, and no surprise or anger could be seen from its rotten face.

Without looking back, Bai Shu suddenly turned his elbow and blasted the zombies that were flying over behind him, and the black blood splashed all over the two of them.

He stared at the white trick in front of him, and the corner of his lips twitched.

The sound of wind and thunder sounded again, this time even more violently. A hunched figure rushed through the courtyard like lightning, his fingers spread out, and he firmly clasped the zombie's head.

That face rubbed against the ground intimately, and at the same time as the sound of blacksmithing, a little spark was born.

The rotting bones and flesh were quickly worn away by the huge force, and the canine teeth fell off, exposing the pitch-black gums.

It struggled on the ground, but couldn't even lift its arms, and the hand was like iron tongs, firmly welding it to the ground.

"rise!"

Bai Shu's breath sank, and the tattered top exploded, breaking into strips of cloth.

The spine straightened suddenly like a rising dragon, the big tendons bounced like rubber bands, and the body made a crackling sound.

Amidst a series of noises, Bai Shu carried the zombie and jumped several feet upwards, and in the turbulent air current, he tried his best to throw the zombie upward.

His ten fingers were clenched and intertwined, forming a fist. When he fell, his figure froze in the air, and then, a sudden punching sound broke the air, as if all the air was split under this fist.

Amidst the majestic muffled sound, Bai Shu's fists slammed into the head of the zombie.

Two fingers of broad bluestone slabs were broken into stones one after another, revealing the pitch-black soil. Amid the scattered dust, Bai Zhu slowly stood up.

The zombie that had been wrestling with him for a long time had its head shattered and fell limply on the ground without making a sound.

Three heads left—

He coughed a few times, his blood was surging, and his face flushed unnaturally.

The sides of both hands were black and blue, and they swelled up like hair cakes. Bai Zhu tried to make a fist, but gasped in pain.

He ran towards the boundary where the long knife fell, and the three zombies chased after him.

Roar!

Bai Shu rolled around like a lazy donkey, picked up the long knife on the ground, stretched out his arm and stabbed the zombie in the eye socket.

"Damn it!"

Before he could draw out the long knife, the other zombie hugged his arm.

Baishu's kneecap twisted, bumping into the big mouth it was biting towards.

Bang!

Bang!

After knocking it open with the handle of the knife, Bai Shu turned his wrist over, continued to stab into the eye socket, and then pulled upwards, bringing out a stream of black blood.

The last one.

Bai Shu looked at the living corpse jumping on one leg in the distance, its other leg was cut off by the root, as if it had been sliced ​​off by a sharp weapon, and it looked ridiculous as it walked and jumped.

A good zombie, why does it look like a strange species?

Bai Shu slandered inwardly, the blade dragged on the ground, when he got close to him, he slashed off the other leg, and when it fell down, he slashed down with the knife and opened the ladle.

Fourteen zombies have all been killed so far!

There was still a round of sun hanging high in the sky, slanting down from the gap in the thin purple mist, there was silence in the water pavilion, the breeze was blowing the rutabaga bushes, and the small pieces of the branches rubbing against each other came from the wind.

Quiet, it seems that something is not normal.

Bai Shu thought that this fight would cause the zombies wandering in the garden to hear it, but the situation was beyond his expectation.

There was no sound of footsteps, no roar, and the vicinity of the water pavilion was as quiet as death.

He put the knife back into its sheath, looked around deeply, and ran away.

In the water pavilion, everything is silent, as if nothing happened——

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Tuk Tuk!

Half a moment after Bai Zhu left, footsteps sounded softly.

A pair of red silk shoes with small toes broke the silence of the waterside pavilion.

The tall, slender figure with a full five-meter length bent down, leaned on the bricks and tiles of the building, and bent down.

It was a man with thick oil paint on his face, the color was very bright and beautiful.

The color of his lips was bright red, so red that it was about to bleed, and the beard between his mouth was lowered, and when he bent down, it fell straight to the ground.

A linen robe was wrapped around his body, and the robe was occasionally opened, revealing the skinny body inside, with ribs protruding, as if they wanted to pierce the dark yellow membrane of the epidermis.

It picked up the corpse on the ground, trembling, and slowly sent it to its mouth.

goo—

Without any chewing action, it doesn't even have teeth.

The zombie slid in, and a large swollen bag quickly bulged in its throat, and it slid down to its belly little by little.

he he he he he--

It raised the corners of its lips, and the corners of the eyes of the tall man in red silk shoes with small caps were deeply cracked. From nowhere, he let out a joyful and cheerful laugh.

Not long after, the corpses on the ground were sent into its mouth one by one, some fell into the belly, and some were already choked in the throat.

he he he he he--

It stretched out its dry and slender withered claws, stretched slowly towards its own throat, held it, and then grabbed it hard.

puff!

The throat was almost completely crushed by it, and it connected to the chest and abdomen, and a bloody hole could be seen at a glance.

It spread five fingers and knelt on the ground. The head and body were barely connected by a slender neck bone, and the jaw was connected to the throat bone, all missing.

Numerous lotus root-like lines emerged densely from the fracture, but within a short time, the broken body had already returned to its original state.

squeak-

It supported the roof of the house with its hands, and slowly propped itself up. Under the force of the palm, the green bricks crackled and shattered into pieces, like firecrackers at a festival.

"Hiccup~"

It pats its belly like a pregnancy in October. After eating, its ribs protrude more, like a row of iron hoops, enclosing a balloon that is about to burst.

The oil paint on the face became more and more colorful, almost colorful.

The strange five-meter-tall man held his belly in his hands, and some exquisite buildings only reached his shoulders. He cast his gaze far away at the place where Bai Shu was hiding, and smiled, with a longing or earnest smile on his face.

"He can't eat."

A voice sounded softly.

At the feet of the oil-painted man, a man dressed in blood and with a strict iron mask on his face spoke lightly.

"He and I..." The blood-clothed man paused, "It's the same way!"

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Bai Shu jumped over the railing lightly and jumped into a small building through the open window.

This is a warehouse, the air is dry and turbid, several large iron boxes two people tall are placed side by side, and the black iron locks are the size of a fist.

Perhaps someone escaped from here during the catastrophe, or it may be due to other reasons. There are no blood stains and remains outside the building on the ground, not even a single zombie.

Bai Shu searched around, pushed the half-unsheathed long knife back into its sheath, and sat down on the ground.

The back of the hand on that side became more and more swollen, and the color changed from black and blue to purple red. When holding the knife, there was a sharp pain.

True unicorn arms.

Bai Shu looked at it for a while, then silently put down her hand.

Calculated, this first time he went out, he killed a total of fourteen zombies, and he had to add the extremely difficult one that involved most of his mind.

Using attribute value to improve, although you can get real martial arts experience, but Bai Shu has never fought against others, whether it is in the previous life or in the present life.

The collision of fists and feet, the whistling wind in his ears, the sound of broken bones, blood flying past his eyes... Although he has already experienced the mysteries of martial arts, today's battle seemed to open the door to a new world for him .

Bai Shu was in a trance for a moment, shook his head, and withdrew his mind.

It's over, and now, it's time to harvest.

(End of this chapter)