thump!

The undead at the front was hit by a rolling pin and fell directly to the ground.

The body begins to wither withering visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it! It's this kind of thing again!"

Lee Carl subconsciously retreated.

It's hard to defend!

Although I know that this weapon has limited effect, I can still kill people in the first few strokes.

He raised his head and looked at the direction where the rolling pin flew.

Nothing was found.

"Who! Who is pretending to be a ghost here!" Likal hid behind the undead people and shouted loudly.

No response.

"Okay! You are unkind for the first time, don't blame me for being unrighteous!" Li Kahl said, but his eyes kept looking around.

No change.

Very quiet.

The rolling pin appears out of thin air.

What's even more strange is that the sword cultivators were also careful to observe, obviously they didn't know.

Who will it be?

The remnants of Zuoqiushan?

However.

There is only one way to go out. The city gate is controlled by the undead tribe, and no one can come in at all.

It's always a bit cunning in broad daylight.

Suddenly.

A sound of footsteps came.

The gate of the city lord's mansion was pushed open.

The group of people had different clothes and looked like villagers.

They were holding the guys doing their jobs in their hands and walked out slowly.

Lazy and leisurely.

"Who are you? How did you get in!"

The sword cultivator was shocked.

So many people!

They controlled the door, and there were sword cultivators patrolling in the city lord's mansion. How could they get in? And there were dozens of people!

Li Carl was even more confused when he asked this.

Either the sword cultivator is acting, or these people are really not from the owner's mansion.

Looking at the surprised eyes of the sword cultivator, Li Carl believed that these people did not know them.

If it was pretended, the sword cultivator could really win the Little Golden Man Award.

"Who are we? We don't know." The leading man was wearing thick cloaked clothes, and a hole in the straw sandals on his feet.

Not pretending.

It should be a villager somewhere.

But what era is it!

A pair of travel shoes only costs a few dollars, why are there anyone wearing straw sandals?

"That... you were going in just now, right?" The leader walked to Li Kahl, bent down, and took out the black-painted rolling pin from the dry body.

"You killed my man?" Li Carl did not answer his words, but subconsciously placed his hand at his waist.

Hundreds of undead people immediately surrounded him with hatred in their eyes.

"Yes, I killed the man because he wanted to go in." The leading man wiped the rolling pin and laughed: "Whoever goes in, whoever goes in, will die. These sword cultivators want to go in, they will die."

Is this a threat?

What are the abilities of a group of villagers who can stop thousands of them?

Li Carl smiled contemptuously and pointed at the mummy on the ground. "You killed my man and you will get your life!"

I thought it was a master, but just a group of villagers who only knew how to attack sneak attacks.

What big thing can be accomplished?

"I understand." The leading villagers turned around, looked at their companions behind them, and said, "There are still not many deaths, these people are not afraid. Brothers, let's make up!"

"Go away!"

The leader's rolling pin is inserted directly on the ground!

Then, quickly flashed!

The Undead Clan was startled at first, but soon found it a little funny.

"I think they are all crazy, and they are not very sick. Kill them all."

Lee Kar waved his hand, and there was nowhere to rest his anger.

"If anyone stops you, kill it directly. Search me carefully and you must find Mr. Leng Han."

After saying that, he waited and watched.

Those undead tribes drew their swords and prepared to break through.

But suddenly!

A villager with a sledgehammer took a walk over and hit the rolling pin directly!

clang!

There was a loud bang.

The eardrum hurts!

It seemed that he felt that his strength was not enough, and the strong man changed his side.

From a small hammer to a sledgehammer!

Another hammer!

clang!

Now, the rolling pin is halfway through.

Not only did it not have any deformation, it even changed black.

"What the hell! Kill them all!"

With Li Kahl's order, the undead tribes were about to rush over.

"Have you had kidney deficiency recently?" The leader glanced at the sledgehammer with disgust in his eyes.

He took the hammer and smashed it hard at the rolling pin!

clang!

A loud bang!

The undead knelt on the ground in pain, covering his ears and wailing.

Their senses are many times that of ordinary people.

The pain you endure is naturally many times more than that of ordinary people.

But before they could recover from the torture, the man had another blow!

clang!

The entire rolling pin was in.

"Fourth brother, you're doing it!" The sledgehammer was returned to the companion, and the man leaned back.

An old man with a hunched back walked out of the crowd, and he was the fourth brother.

The fourth brother is different from others, he has nothing to do with him.

Or, his guy's business is his own parts.

In front of everyone, the fourth brother unbuttoned his pants and urinated on the rolling pin.

The people of the Undead clan covered their ears in pain and widened their eyes, unbelievable!
To be continued...