Under the gray and blue sky, he walked mechanically.

He was not alone, but there were people like him in mud.

From the colorful forest of dead trees, these people were divided into three strands and headed in different directions.

He didn't quite understand why he was walking east, it seemed to be a call of fate. He vaguely felt something ahead of him.

The cool summer wind blew over his face, blowing a layer of fine dust off the dry mud on his face.

He looked around while walking, and the wild scenery was a little familiar and unfamiliar.

who I am?

Such thoughts came to his mind.

His stiff head seemed to become a little flexible. He vaguely remembered that his surname seemed to be... Lin?

Is his surname Lin? He is a little unsure, and his mind is still like a ball of paste.

He could only continue to move forward, like a walking corpse.

The sky became clearer and brighter, and a red sun jumped from the mountains and shone on the earth.

Warmth came towards him, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. It had been a long time... a long time... I haven't seen the sun.

The person in the same direction as him suddenly ran.

He also ran wildly along the black ruler path. The sound of the wind whirred through his ears, and his speed was so fast that he was secretly surprised.

As he ran wildly without any fatigue, he vaguely saw the mud house hidden by the trees. He stopped and looked at the extremely familiar village.

The memory slowly revived, and he remembered that he was a scholar in Sanqiu Village and Scholar Lin from Sanqiu Village.

But he was already dead, so what was going on with him now?

Shusheng Lin looked at his hands. His hands were made of gray mud. Not only his hands, but his body was made of gray mud.

He ran again, and then he saw the person who was winding like a water snake on the ruler path. The flow was far away from Sanqiu Village.

He remembered why he came here, and he came to drag these familiar or unfamiliar people to hell!

A violent feeling arose in his heart. A small colorful spore drilled out on his left cheek and instantly covered his left face. He and his companions rushed towards the people not far away.

...

"There is a monster!" Lu Kui, who was behind the palace, discovered the monster that was rushing towards him, and he shouted sternly.

These monsters are like humans, but have mud faces. The left face is covered with colorful spores that are as dense as mold. They roared at the crowd and ran as fast as cheetahs.

There was a commotion in the migratory crowd.

"Don't stop, keep keeping the formation and moving forward." Master Huang Fu shouted loudly, his face was extremely solemn. He had only encountered monsters after leaving the village. Moreover, these monsters were very strange, but the colorful spores on his face reminded him of the mold attached to the trees in the colorful aperture.

The crowd moved forward faster, but there were too many cars, horses, oxes and other things, and the tail inevitably formed a round shape. Only after the patrol members scolded him, could the formation be maintained.

Lu Kui put a small flame talisman on the spear in his hand, and he led several patrol members to rush towards the dozens of monsters.

Zhou Fan, who maintained order in the middle, also noticed an abnormality at the tail end. He rushed towards the tail end. While the straight knife was unsheathed, he had already taken out two small flame talismans with his left hand and slapped them on the back of the knife.

When Zhou Fan ran to the tail, Lu Kui's spear had already stabbed towards a monster who rushed to the front.

Bang!

The spear directly slashed the colorful clay man's face, and a burst of powder exploded, and the deep red flames spewed out, burning the colorful clay man to collapse.

Lu Kui breathed a sigh of relief in secret. These clay monsters were not difficult to deal with.

The colorful clay man was still running, leaving only a few to deal with Lu Kui and others, who wanted to cross the line of defense.

But Zhou Fan and the two Fu Masters have arrived.

Zhou Fan slashed out with one knife and easily cut off a clay man's head. He swung his sword very quickly. Xingshuang Rust Knife drew dazzling lines of fire, killing three or four clay man in one go.

It was not until the runes on the Star Frost Rust Knife were exhausted that Zhou Fan took out two more flame talismans to supplement it.

But he no longer needs to do anything, and all the ten colorful clay figures have been killed.

The panicked villagers not far away saw that the patrol team had killed the monster. They showed joy on their faces and cheered for the patrol team.

"Huh, it's just a monster at the Black Game level." Mao Fu Master Zhang Xu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a relaxed expression.

Lu Kui walked back with a spear in his hand and looked weird.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked with his knife and returned to his sheath.

Lu Kui hesitated and said, "These strange faces are a little familiar, and it seems that they have seen them somewhere?"

"The strange monsters, they may have come from the mutated colored clothes." Master Huang Fu made a sound and judged, "We should be faster, I'm afraid there will be any changes."

It’s just that with so many migrant people, I can’t get faster even if I want to.

Everyone did not say much, but began to follow the long team. Zhou Fan vaguely heard something behind him and looked back.

The clay monsters who were killed behind had turned into mud and dust, but now the mud and dust have become sticky and squirmed, and they are slowly reorganizing.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly and called out to everyone.

Lu Kui and the others looked over and their faces became ugly.

"Can't you kill me?" Mao Fu Master said in a deep voice, "Don't worry about them, let's leave here soon."

If you can't kill, don't get entangled with them.

Zhou Fan and others returned to the team and began to ride the prepared horse and urged the migration team to move forward quickly. The crowd was inevitably afraid. Someone threw the pigs that were walking too slowly and refused to leave on the road, whipped the cows and horses, and asked them to pull the cart carrying the food of the elderly and children to speed up.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there were indeed colorful clay men chasing us from behind.

Zhou Fan and other guards met again and killed more than a dozen colorful clay figures.

Among the warriors who killed the colorful clay man this time was Luo Litian. He held the axe and happened to see Zhou Fan split a clay man in half.

Luo Litian walked over quickly, and he called out in surprise: "Dad?"

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment before he realized that Luo Litian was not calling him, but called him Clay Man.

Because Luo Litian was staring at the clay man's half face.

"Is he your father?" Zhou Fan looked at the clay man who was gradually falling off the dust.

"There is no mistake. My father has been dead for many years, but I still have an impression of this face." Luo Litian's face showed a look of confusion.

Zhou Fan and Luo Litian told Huang Fushi and others about the situation.

"No wonder I feel so familiar. These people are all those dead in the village." Lu Kui said with a pale face.

This is the resurrection of the dead.
Chapter completed!