Breaking buzz! With a sound, the sword of the soldier of the chaotic army was shaken by the blacksmith's arms. Although his martial arts are sophisticated, he cannot deal with a strong man with iron bones and bronze skin in an instant.

Wang Foer opened his eyes wide and was shocked by the fight between the two.

"What kind of ghost world am I going to? How come I get so intense when I encounter a fight. The blacksmith moves like lightning. With a wave of his hand, he knocks down a wall. His intestines are turned out, but he is not dead. It's so weird!"

The saber was lost, and the soldier was no longer as violent as the blacksmith. He was careless and his neck was strangled by his hands. Even Wang Foer, who was quite far away, could hear the sound of the princess' bones. Thinking of seeing the scene of his neck being broken, Wang Foer stood up all over his body.

"Damn it! You will actually meet a madman with a copper ring for corpse. I still have to..." The soldier of the chaos suddenly burst into blue radiance in his body at the critical moment of life and death. He slapped the blacksmith in the chest with a backhand.

Crack! With a crack, the blacksmith broke several ribs by the soldier's palm force, but he refused to let go, and his hands tightened even harder.

The soldier struggled to hit several palms, but he could not shake the blacksmith's body. Gradually, he moved slowly and became weak. With a sound of a broken fracture like grinding teeth, his head drooped softly, obviously he could not die anymore. The blacksmith seemed to have no strength at all, and the two of them were just entangled together and stopped moving...

"What a fucking vulgar Yaya! What kind of world is this?" Seeing the soldier blooming with green radiance, Wang Fo'er thought he could turn defeat into victory, but in the end, both sides were injured and seemed to have died together.

He jumped out of the crisis of death and resurrection. He stretched out his feet and kicked a corpse lying down beside him, confirming whether the other party was really dead and had no breath. Is there any help? Fortunately, Wang Foer once drew autopsy pictures of the medical school for several months in order to make a living, but now he can resist the cramps in his stomach and prevent vomiting.

"Damn it, I'm really dead. It seems that I'm really reborn in some terrifying bird era! For the sake of this, I must first find a way to fill my stomach and then make a decision!"

He didn't dare to get close to the two guys who were hugging each other. If he was so damn, he thought he had no way to deal with it.

Enduring the biting pain on his back, Wang Foer cursed and didn't know which god he cursed. He entered a decent house in the village, plundered, and found more than a dozen melon-like things, and found a stove and cooked them randomly.

I don’t know what magical ability this body has. After struggling and busy for a while, the pain in Wang Foer’s back gradually became much lighter. When the melon-like thing was cooked, he touched the bowls and chopsticks and ate half of the pot on the stove. The hunger in his stomach was extinguished, and he suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep on the pot.

In his sleep, Wang Foer was returning home and hugging the beautiful girl he had met, but suddenly woke up by a dull heavy object falling to the ground. He rubbed his eyes and was about to scold him, but suddenly he could not afford to lose the village that there were no living creatures, but where did the sound come from?

He was very brave, but after all, there were countless new ghosts in the village. The sky outside was not dark, but it was already quite dark.

When he quietly touched the door, Wang Foer looked around, but saw nothing unusual. He was about to go back to the house and take a nap, but suddenly he was sweating coldly. He swept over the place where the blacksmith and the soldier were lying on the corpse, but he saw that it was empty, not even half a human hair.

"Can't there be zombies in this world?"

All the atheisms in my memory were completely gone at this time. Looking back at this world, all the experiences and experiences over the past few days, Wang Foer just murmured in his heart: "No, no, there are no ghosts in this world. I must have seen too much Van Helsing... Bah! I have never seen Van Helsing at all, I only saw Pirates of the Caribbean."

Another muffled sound came, and Wang Fo'er looked around and saw a mud wall blocking the direction of the sound. At this time, he had no courage to climb up to take a look.

Vomit! Vomit! Vomit...

The more scared you are, the more unlucky you seem. A strange sound suddenly came from a yard on the east side. With a sudden loud noise, the door panel was pushed into pieces of broken wood, and something black all over his body slowly entered Wang Foer's sight.

"This...isn't this the blacksmith? Why does it seem... not like a stranger?"

Seeing the other party staggering and stagnant, a faint green light flashed in his eyes. Wang Foer said that he didn't dare to call him, and asked about the family matters of "Is it good evening?". He turned around and retracted back to the house, looking around everywhere, trying to find a place to hide.

Before he could find a good hiding place, the blacksmith had already walked straight to this side. He did not turn around when he encountered the wall. He just leaned against his body and squeezed out the stacks.

Wang Foer's hair was blown up, and he was anxious and suddenly looked up and saw that the beam of the house was quite high. He was patrolling outside and saw a bundle of straw ropes in the corner of the house. He rushed over and shook it open, threw it onto the beam of the house, put it on, and then his arms alternated, and he quickly climbed up.

As soon as he climbed over the beam, he heard the sound of the wall being knocked down. The blacksmith rushed in as if no one was around, then walked straight, never turning around. When he saw the opposite wall, he leaned against him and rushed out.

"What kind of plane is this? Is it a trick of trying to get?"

Wang Foer didn't know whether this blacksmith was dead or alive, why he acted so strangely. He raised his hand and wanted to scratch his head, but forgot that he was on the beam of the room. He raised his hand and broke the tiles on his head, and shook his hand in pain.

However, this also gave him an idea. Wang Foer stretched his body and stretched out his head from the broken tiles. He found that the blacksmith had not walked far away. This position was quite beneficial, allowing him to see that the blacksmith had destroyed the house along the way had turned into a semicircle. Judging from the meaning, the blacksmith seemed to have to walk into the fifteenth moon.

"Isn't that the dead soldier?"
Chapter completed!