Chapter 422: Those who stand in the front are guilty
"I, no, my surname is Long, are you mistaken? How can I deal with so many zombies?" Ning Feng'er was so scared that her face was pale, and the corners of her lips were trembling. Looking at so many zombies with claws, she felt a little panicked, and her verbal titles changed.
"Idiot, don't be afraid. Use your cinnabar gun to hit them. They are all ordinary zombies, which are easy to deal with. Only the movement speed can you not touch you at all. Aren't you from MI6? Just treat them as some paralyzed guys who don't walk smoothly. Can't you deal with these disabled people?" Long Junchen took out a piece of blue talisman paper and continued, "I still have two packs of glutinous rice in my backpack, and you can take them with you. Didn't I even get the thunder in my palm for you? There are also the Five Emperors' money, you can use it yourself and block it for a while!"
?Ning Feng'er knew that this was not the time when her mother-in-law was shy. Long Junchen didn't need a little girl who was dependent on others, he needed a tomboy who was a husband!
Ning Feng'er rubbed the cold sweat from the tip of his nose and calmed down. According to what Long Junchen said, he grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, then took a deep breath, pulled out the cinnabar gun and started shooting at the zombies.
?Because the distance is far, it is often impossible to kill one shot. It takes several shots to hit the cinnabar into the zombie's head. However, what made her feel a little relieved was that the edge of the pool cleverly blocked the zombies, forming a passage about three meters wide between them and the wall. In addition, the fork in the mine is narrow, and zombies are not ghosts and cannot penetrate the wall, so they line up one by one, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, reminding Ning Feng'er of a lyrics.
"The people who stand in front are guilty and regret that they have no way to retreat." - Perhaps these zombies really think so.
Ning Feng'er narrowed her eyes, and the cinnabar gun kept pulling, and bullets shot out one by one, calmly retreating to the zombies.
After all, Ning Feng'er has undergone special training. The design of the cinnabar gun is no different from that of ordinary guns except ammunition. So she quickly got into the state and shot more than ten zombies in succession. When the zombie team gradually approached, Ning Feng'er thought of another way, opened a pack of glutinous rice and sprinkled it separately on the path they must pass.
Although this glutinous rice cannot kill zombies directly, it can also cause damage to them. As long as a zombie passes by, both feet will be burned to smoke and their movements will slow down. Their movements are slowed down. In addition, Ning Feng'er's slightly tricked approach, so Ning Feng'er easily smashed their heads.
?Ning Feng'er shot continuously and killed more than 20 people in one breath. Looking back, there were still a steady stream of zombies crawling out from under the pool. He was very surprised. The pool was not very deep, so how could so many people crawl out?
I think I saw that there were only a small number of zombies floating on the surface of the pool before, and there were still many underwater. It seemed that the water in this pool was probably not very water, and it was all pressed up by the zombies below. Zombies kept falling down, and zombies kept crawling out of the pool.
"I'm almost gone, how are you doing! Long Junchen, can you hurry up? These zombies are coming soon!" Ning Feng'er looked at the zombie that was still surging out, and the little confidence he had just shot was gone, and shouted loudly at Long Junchen.
"It's almost done, hold on for a while." Long Junchen took out a black talisman paper, and while casting spells, he looked up and saw that the white-haired blood corpse with its teeth and claws had blown out six candles. The last candle was left in the White Tiger Seven Array, swaying to support Long Junchen and the others' last line of defense.
??A drop of cold sweat slid from Long Junchen's forehead, and then slowly dripped along his chin on the ground. Long Junchen rubbed his slightly cool nose with his hand. The situation was very unhappy. He glanced at Ning Feng'er behind him. The latter was overdrawn. The glutinous rice had been sprinkled, and only the last few bullets were left in the cinnabar gun... He fought with the white-haired blood corpse for time!
"Puff..." As the white-haired blood corpse blew again, the flames of the last candle struggled and trembled for a moment, and finally died!
"Ao!" A cruel scarlet flashed across the white-haired blood corpse's eyes, as if it had finally broken through some seal, and let out a roar of relief and a little angry roar. He grabbed the red line wrapped around the candle with both hands, pulled it hard, knocked all the candles away, broke through the seven-dwelling formation of the White Tiger, and ran towards Long Junchen with a ferocious look.
Long Junchen narrowed his eyes. Before the white-haired blood corpse could approach Long Junchen, he roared angrily, opened his mouth and sprayed a green corpse poison at the latter.
"The Mirror of Heaven and Earth! Hurry up and as the law!" Long Junchen kept chanting the spell with one hand, and quickly made a talisman with his other hand, stretched out his hand and wiped it in the air, changed the seal method, forming an invisible barrier to block the corpse poison.
The white-haired blood corpse hummed with disdain, slapped it with a palm, smashed the barrier, and continued to pounce on Long Junchen.
Long Junchen felt the suffocating ghost energy, looked at the white-haired blood corpse with the soul-devouring eyes, and his heart was slightly slight. Finally, he finished preparing the spell talisman. He quickly cut his fingertips, pulled out the prepared blue talisman paper, and quickly drew a few strokes with his fingertips, staring at the white-haired blood corpse, and chanted in a hurry: "Dutian Thunder King, He Yi Qiankun, Shenlong Assistant Guard, Mountain Demons, Evil Gods and Demons, Dare to have Zhang Lin, Thunder King attack, shatter its shape, ghosts and monsters are gone, and humanity is peaceful. Hurry up and as the law!"
After the spell was recited, the patterns on the blue talisman paper suddenly lit up and turned into ten golden and purple thunders, bombarding the white-haired blood corpses flying over. When each thunder was hit, it would leave a burning mark on the body of the white-haired blood corpse, turning the part into a burst of black smoke. After the ten thunders descended, the aggressive white-haired blood corpse had turned into a black-haired blood corpse. The drooping white-haired blood corpse turned into a black-haired blood corpse, but its forward rushing momentum did not stop at all. It widened its eyes with a ferocious look, and waved its hands to grab Long Junchen.
Chapter completed!