C11 (2/2)
”Clang!” ”Bang!” His head was like a stone, shaking my hand until it went numb. I almost dropped the axe on the ground. ”Ga Ga …” ”Ga ga …” He slowly twisted his hands, like a machine, only a little rusty and creaking sound could be heard. His body is Fang Fang's, only his head is not, I can only chop at it with every axe.
After a few consecutive blows, I had already used all of my strength, yet he was still unscathed. This side is truly f * cking tough!
”Ah …” He suddenly stretched out his hands. The ten fingernails were three inches long. They were like sharp blades as they pounced towards me.
Is this a zombie or is this a transvestite? I didn't have time to dodge, so I used my hands to support my body. I lifted my leg and kicked him. He took a few steps back and used both hands to nimbly grab at me. It was as if he had been injected with chicken blood and his strength was great. His arms were like steel whips as they lashed on my body and knocked me down to the ground.
This heavy blow nearly knocked me out of my wits. Just a moment ago, he was acting like an old man, but now, it was as if he had been reborn. I slowly got up from the ground and swung the axe in my hand, chopping down with all my might.
”His speed suddenly became extremely fast. I wasn't able to hit him with my axes at all. Instead, he grabbed my neck.” ”Swish …” A yellow light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and his hand seemed to burn as he threw me onto the ground.
I hastily got up from the ground and coughed a few times. I saw the old man walk over from behind.
The old man held a willow branch in his hand, and directly whipped it towards the undead without saying a word. Every time it hit the undead, a fire mark would appear. However, he seemed to be afraid of the willow branch and kept backing off.
”Kid, give me the axe!” I hastily threw the axe over. The old man caught the axe and swung it backwards. The axe was sent chopping towards the undead's neck.
That head flew out from Fang Fang's neck and rolled on the ground. Fang Fang's corpse fell to the ground, but that head was still alive. It had a mouth like it wanted to say something. The old tutor stepped forward and used his axe to chop at that head. With a pfft sound, that head was chopped into pieces like a watermelon.
A stream of black smoke was ejected from the mouth of the head. The old man quickly took a few steps back, but it was already too late. The black smoke had already completely covered the old man's face.
The old man fell to the ground in pain. I hurried forward to help him up. I reached out to grab the black smoke from his face and it actually disappeared.
”Old Man …” Are you all right? ”
”Go back quickly …” Carry the body back! ”
I didn't have enough time to think, so I carried Fang Fang's corpse on my back and hastily left the forest with the old man. The old man's expression was rather unsightly. He returned to the shop and laid down on his bed. His face was ashen, probably because of the black smoke. Old Master, drink some water first. ” I poured a cup of hot water and handed it over. The old man slowly breathed out a mouthful of foul air.
The old man said weakly, ”Put the body and head together. Tomorrow, notify her family to come retrieve the corpse.”
”I understand. Please take a rest. I will take care of the rest.”
I walked to the backyard and put Fang Fang Fang's corpse in the coffin. I was lucky to have preserved the corpse, but I felt really bad inside. If it wasn't for me, Fang Fang wouldn't have gone looking for the water ghost on her own.
I set up a mourning hall, a few incense sticks, took the brazier, for Fang Fang to burn some paper. At this moment in my heart of the feeling, idle talkative very helpless and lonely, looking at my friends one by one leave me, really feel like a lost star!