On a Blind Date, My Identity As a Corpse Was Discovered

Seeing that the third uncle was poisoned with corpse poison, his face was obviously abnormal. Wu Tianzhen, whose eyes were closed, couldn't help shouting: "Innocent!"

But at this time Wu Tianzhen had completely lost consciousness and had no way to respond to him.

"boom--!"

"Bang bang bang!"

After several shots in a row, the bullets in the third uncle's hand were quickly used up, but they did not cause any damage to the corpse king.

"Roar!"

The Corpse King roared and ran towards the third uncle.

Just when the third uncle's military shovel with his back was ready to fight to the death.

"when--!"

Suddenly a figure stood in front of him, successfully taking the attack from the Corpse King.

……

Chapter [-] At a critical moment, the corpse carpenter shows up!

"Bro?"

The third uncle was startled when he saw the younger brother standing in front of him expressionlessly.

The thing he used to block the corpse king was the ancient black gold knife that he had always treasured.

But the third uncle knew in his heart that no matter how powerful this black gold ancient knife was, the little brother was not the opponent of this corpse king.

Now that he is here alone, it means that [-]% of Fatty has been killed, and he really can't bear to let them all be buried here.

So the third uncle hurriedly said: "little brother, leave us alone, take Pan Zi and leave here quickly."

But the stuffy oil bottle didn't pay attention to his words. Instead, he turned the black gold ancient knife in his hand and directly pushed the corpse king out.

The corpse king's long nails were cut off by the black gold ancient knife in an instant.

Pan Zi also took the opportunity to come to the third uncle and took him aside.

"Third Master, don't say anything about you leaving first. If this thing can't be removed, none of us can escape!"

……

Although the corpse king's nails were cut off, they grew back in the next second.

Seeing this, the stuffy oil bottle immediately held the knife in both hands, took a run, jumped up, and slashed towards the corpse king's head.

But how could the corpse king stand there waiting to be hacked?

It dodged with this fast speed, and directly pulled the arm of the stuffy oil bottle and threw him heavily to the ground.

The stuffy oil bottle rolled twice, releasing the force from his body.

But the Corpse King did not hesitate at all, and roared again and rushed towards the stuffy oil bottle.

Seeing this, Pan Zi took the military shovel and gave the Corpse King a savage blow from the side.

"Dang!" sounded.

The Corpse King didn't feel any pain at all, so naturally he couldn't hurt it.

But this time he angered the Corpse King, and the Corpse King directly pulled the military shovel along with Pan Zi.

Immediately, he opened his mouth to face Pan Zi and let out a long roar, "Hoo!"

The two fangs looked very terrifying, and a thick rancid stench rushed to the face instantly.

The corpse king's mouth contained thick corpse poison. Although Pan Zi tried his best to hold his breath, he still inhaled a lot of poisonous gas.

"Panzi!"

The third uncle shouted, and the stuffy oil bottle again carried the black gold ancient knife and rushed up quickly.

……

At the same time, Ling Yi from the Palace of Lu came out of the tomb.

"what sound?"

Just when Lin Sheng was about to drive the zombies out of here, he suddenly heard a roar that shocked his soul.

This voice carries extraordinary power and is mind-blowing!

"Zombie? And a zombie with Taoism!"

Lin Sheng quickly identified the source of the sound, and his expression changed slightly.

He hurriedly opened his yin and yang eyes, quickly looked around, and found that a powerful evil spirit was appearing in the tomb.

For a while, Lin Sheng's face became ugly: "With such a strong evil spirit, the level of this zombie is obviously higher than that of a bloody corpse!"

Lin Sheng couldn't help frowning. He carefully recalled the original plot of the Lu Palace, and then came to a conclusion.

This zombie is most likely the thousand-year-old corpse!

In theory, the thousand-year-old corpse should not wake up on its own, and it may have something to do with it.