Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 734
The most unfortunate thing is that the stronger the opponent is, the stronger these undead creatures will be.

With trembling fists, Yan Nianzhen knocked out a weird creature who didn't know whether it was a mutant rabbit or a small hound, but the creature quickly came back, and this time the black teeth in its mouth were even longer and sharper.

"Tip 1, don't use yourself to touch them, or you will suffer backlash."

Awakening's reminder came too late.

After Yan Nianzhen attacked the weird creature with his fist, the black liquid dripping from the weird creature stuck to his fist like a stubborn stain.

Yan Nianzhen's flesh and blood turned into a mummy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ning Mei and Ma Jing, who originally planned to fight with bare hands, hurriedly took out their weapons, but for some reason, what Ning Mei took out was a Zwilling frying pan?

Yan Nianzhen endured the pain and swung the knife from the palace... Cough, cut off his wrist.

Seeing the flash of the peerless sword, Yan Nianzhen's infected hand was completely cut off by himself, and a bunch of small dark creatures rushed up to fight for each other.

Yan Nian was sweating coldly from the pain, but when he saw those dark creatures scrambling to devour his withered hand, he still couldn't help feeling sick.

I don't know if it's because the hand is exhausted, or if the peerless sword is indeed a peerless sword, Yan Nian really brushed all the broken wrists, and you can see the neat muscles, bones and even blood vessels inside. , but not a drop of blood flowed out.

Fortunately, Yan Nianzhen did not attract more dark creatures. The peerless sword in his hand turned around, and all the dark creatures that were planning to attack him turned into black smoke and disappeared.

These animals seemed to be just a prelude. When Yan Nianzhen, Ning Mei, and Ma Jing suppressed their fear and nearly killed them, there were more heavy footsteps in the depths of the forest.

The three of them immediately formed a triangle and stood, so that they could take into account attacks from all directions.

But even though they had dealt with so many undead creatures, the fear in their hearts still hadn't diminished at all. Yan Nianzhen's face was pale and sweat was pouring down, and the wound on his severed wrist seemed to be getting worse.

Atletico Madrid was a little absent-minded, and people couldn't help worrying about whether he still remembered how to use the Elder Wand later.

Ning Mei was shaking so much that she could hardly hold the pot in her hand.

(End of this chapter)