Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

dusk.

Old house.

Walking corpse.

Without thinking, Li Changan chased him up.

Snapped!

It was rain boots stepping into the water in the house, and the water splashed crisply.

Immediately afterwards.

Snapped!

Snapped! !

Snapped! ! !

After anxious.

Li Changan has swept in like a strong wind.

The walking corpse was kicked into the room by the Taoist priest, and now he staggered to his feet.

He looked up sharply.

That face, like a face person, was flattened and rounded.

The facial features are messy and the bones are misaligned.

Only one Danfeng eye on the center of his face could vaguely show Dian Xiang Dai'an's former appearance.

As usual, the Taoist priest cut it with a sword long ago.

However, the sword is not there at the moment, he has only a pair of fists.

Taoist priests haven't learned any martial arts fighting, but they have the fierce dexterity honed by life-and-death fighting, and the vigor and strength brought about by a strong body.

No nonsense.

The face is a punch, like a hammer, smashing its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

She raised her hand to catch the sharp claws swept by the walking corpse, twisted her hands vigorously, twisting it like a twist, and taught her how to make her hand bones soft and rotten.

Then, he stepped past the bite and kicked hard against the side of the bent leg.

"Crack."

The leg joints suddenly folded into a frightening angle.

So she lost support and fell to her knees in the stagnant water.

After facing the face for a short while, the walking corpse was beaten out of shape by Li Changan, but it swayed and got up and struggled.

Li Changan is not a soft-hearted person, twisted, condescending, and punched his heart!

puff!

Slightly muffled.

The fist actually passed through the chest, as if breaking open a mass of fleece.

But the Taoist priests were not happy.

Even a lump of rotten meat should be covered with bones, let alone a walking corpse?

His instinct is wrong.

Immediately pull out his arm.

But at this time, something seemed to grow in the chest cavity of the walking corpse, which was tightly wrapped around the sleeves.

Instead of pulling out his hand, Li Changan got up from the ground with the corpse, and suddenly came close to him.

A strong musty odor mixed with a faint corpse gas poured into the tip of the nose.

The Taoist priest almost never gave up his breath.

at the same time.

The other intact claw of the walking corpse took the opportunity to bite it, and the Taoist priest had to raise his hand and grab it. The walking corpse was stronger than expected, and the two were in a stalemate for a while.

What's more terrible is that the arm of the walking corpse was abolished by Li Changan. It was only hanging softly on the shoulder like a dead snake. At this moment, it suddenly came back to life. Suddenly raised its "snake head" and swelled silently and swiftly. Wrapped the waist and abdomen of the Taoist priest.

then.

Take a hard lean!

Caught off guard, Li Changan was squeezed to cough up bitter water.

After loosening his hand a little, the ghost claw took the opportunity to drill towards his neck. Fortunately, the Taoist priest reacted quickly and grasped it again. Otherwise, it would not be the raincoat on his body that was caught, but his neck.

But he didn't wait for him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Crack."

In the distressed old house, one person and one corpse were standing together, and there was a sound of interference.

It was the sound of stiff joints turning.

The voice was close at hand.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Right in front of Li Changan's eyes, the head of the walking corpse turned around with its back facing itself soaked with rain.

In the center of this face, there is still the depression made by the Taoist fist, the facial features are scattered, the mouth is crooked to the base of the ear, the corners of the mouth are torn, the gums are exposed, and the teeth are crooked and inlaid.

Such a weird face, perhaps just to hear the description, only makes people feel funny.

But when it touches your face and bites your nose with a big mouth open, it is only creepy!

And Li Changan is not only facing the issue of terror or not, but also the issue of death.

The head of the walking corpse swayed from side to side, and then suddenly shook it over. The mouth of the "funny" corpse snapped together, and its teeth crunched.

Can be a second or two later.

It let go in a daze, and a few corpse water dripped from its mouth, and only a few strands of cloth were scattered.

Looking at it again, except for a raincoat, it was empty.

It turned out to be at a critical moment.

Li Changan tried his best to break away a little restraint.

Then the whole person shrank back.

Jin Cicada escapes its shell.

Slipped out the loose raincoat.

And now.

Wow!

His left foot slammed into the stagnant water, and the water splashed backwards.

People have kicked the ground with this foot.

Take off and spin.

The cloth saturated with water snapped in the air.

The heel of the rain boots had already hit the walking corpse heavily.

boom!

The walking corpse flew out again.

Rolling the plow to drive cold water all the way, smashing into the dark and deep corner of the corner, "Kang Dangdang" didn't know how many objects it smashed.

This time.

Li Changan didn't rush to pursue anymore.

He raised his hand.

Observe carefully.

The right arm that once pierced the chest of the walking corpse was nothing unusual, but only the gloves were stained with some white filaments that looked like hyphae. They stood upright, twisting and twisting, not knowing that it was the wind. Yes, still, they are already living creatures.

Li Changan took off his gloves and threw them to the corner of the old house. The corpse flew into the darkness.

Before landing, suddenly, a vague thing sprang up in the darkness and grabbed it.

After a moment of silence.

With the ripples spreading under the water, a chilling chewing sound spread.

immediately.

A silhouette that barely maintained a human figure stood up slowly in the dimness.

The movements and postures are very strange.

It's like a marionette.

It is not the joints or muscles that control the movement, but something else?

Like... Mycelium?

Li Changan's face remained silent, but his heart was tricky.

What the **** is the opposite? How to cut it off?

Thinking time.

A few beams of light swayed into the old house, and then there was a mess of footsteps and noise.

The corner of Li Changan's eyes swept away.

It was Professor Shao and they finally remembered to come to help, and they were screaming at their throats to embolden themselves.

However, as soon as he arrived at the door, a few flashlights showed the horrible appearance of the walking corpse, and that bold courage was immediately discouraged, his voice became dumb, his face turned white, and he patrolled at the door and did not dare to come in.

Li Changan didn't count on them, he just stared at the corpses, without looking back.

"Give me a guy."

Behind him, he responded in a mess, throwing in a bunch of things like hammers, shovel, door sticks, poles, kitchen knives... and there is also a can of anti-wolf spray.

The Taoist's eyes moved slightly.

opposite.

The walking corpse immediately seized the opportunity.

Suddenly waved.

That arm swelled up several meters, and five sharp claws swept across like steel hooks.

The Taoist immediately became short, and the corpse claws swept across his head.

"careful!"

I don't know who screamed again. However, without reminding, the Taoist priest had already caught sight of it, and another corpse claw came quietly in the other direction.

Take advantage of the fact that the Taoist priest is not able to reach the defense and is not firmly established, and he must be smashed.

However.

Dao Ren Li is used to fighting, how could he be tricked by this little trick?

He simply gave up the center of gravity and fell into the water.

Not only did he escape the "secret arrow", he also had a sinking kitchen knife in his hand.

And pointed to the sword tactics across the edge.

In the darkness, a bright blue light suddenly appeared.

Soon.

Without getting up, the cat walked down the gap under the arms of the walking corpse, swiftly drilled.

Suddenly, the sharp blade was reflected on the water, dragging two dim arcs in the faint room.

Electric flint.

Not in the arms of the walking corpse.

It hurriedly retracted its arms to defend, but Li Changan was already dancing with the sword.

First cut.

The green light lifted up, and the left arm of the walking corpse was broken shoulder-to-shoulder.

The second cut.

The Taoist leaned over again and flashed past the retracted corpse's claws, the blade revolved, and the walking corpse's left leg was broken by the knee.

The third cut.

He had walked around behind the walking corpse, got up and slashed down, and the walking corpse's right arm flew out with his shoulder blade.

Fourth knife.

The momentum of the downward split continued, dragging the blade, and the right leg of the walking corpse was broken.

The last cut.

The Taoist priest has already returned to the walking corpse, and it will not have time to fall into the stagnant water, but seeing the blue light swept away, an ugly head soars into the sky.

Li Changan picked up the raincoat next to him with his toes, raised his hand, took it, and shook it away. He held the head of the corpse in the air, then rolled it up, collecting all the scattered torso of hands and feet, and pressing it against his feet through the thick raincoat.

The dust settled.

He just exhaled the turbid breath in his chest for a long time.

"Slash the demon."