"Gah!"

The bloody female corpse with red eyes climbed up to the roof of the church. As soon as she stepped on the eaves of the church, she couldn't wait to rush towards Lu Shuai.

"Bah——!"

Because it exerted too much force, it slipped on wet moss.

The whole body slid out sideways.

My chin hit the eaves in embarrassment.

There was a crisp "pop" sound.

The mutated blood vessel on its chin was ruptured.

Blood splattered on the spot!

"I'm dizzy."

Lu Shuai, who took a few steps back and stood on the anti-slip mat, was helpless by the funny scene in front of him.

He has picked up his axe.

As long as the female blood corpse pounces on him, he will treat the female blood corpse to a feast of division.

Who would have thought, this female bloody corpse fell down by herself.

Behind, there was another red-eyed female blood corpse grabbing the male blood corpse and climbing up.

"Bang!"

History repeats itself!

The second female corpse that climbed up only had Lu Shuai in her eyes.

It stepped on the slippery purple moss eaves with its bare feet.

I jumped forward, my feet slipped and I fell down again!

Not only did it fall down on its own, it also knocked down a bloody corpse of a force-sensitive man who was climbing up behind it.

"What are you doing..."

Lu Shuai was completely speechless and felt very frustrated.

He had to take two steps forward.

Stand on the edge of the eaves.

In this way, if a bloody corpse climbs up, he can directly chop the opponent.

Finally, the next soul of the axe-dead appeared——

A middle-aged and elderly powerful male bloody corpse with a very thick build grabbed the male bloody corpse and climbed outside the eaves.

"Roar!"

It screamed fiercely and suddenly jumped up.

Just like a tiger in the zoo, it wants to prey on Lu Shuai.

"Well——"

Lu Shuai's big ax hit the middle-aged man's bloody corpse's shoulder with the wind pressure——

"Click!"

The bloody corpse of the stick man was entangled with mutated blood vessels, and his armor-like strong shoulders were chopped open in the air.

The ax blade, which had been re-polished by Lu Shuai, was extremely sharp.

The ax struck into the chest of the bloody corpse of the stick man.

The mutated heart of the bloody corpse of the stick man was cut and exploded.

While it was still flying in the air, it began to twitch and shed blood.

He fell off the roof violently.

"Roar!"

Another power-type blood corpse climbed up one after another.

Lu Shuai is like Jiang Taigong waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Swinging the ax easily, he chopped down the second power-type blood corpse.

After fighting against the ruthless sea for more than a week, he was finally able to fight against flesh-and-blood corpses again.

Lu Shuai enjoys the process of crushing blood corpses with his strength and IQ.

The next ten minutes.

He stood leisurely on the anti-slip mat.

It's like whack-a-mole.

If a bloody corpse climbs up, he will chop it down.

In a short time, all the bloody corpses surrounding the church were hacked to death.

There was a bloody silence around the church.

Lu Shuai enjoyed the sea breeze.

He jumped off the roof and harvested the crystal core of the blood corpse with ease.

On the white lighthouse diagonally opposite.

The boy wearing the helmet just now has already run up to the glass observation deck of the lighthouse.

"Pa."

Take off your hot helmet and throw it to the ground.

The man in the helmet showed a haggard face with a pointed chin.

He anxiously dug out mineral water and antipyretics from his backpack.

He pounced on another thin boy who was lying on a shabby mat under the corner of the tower.

"Brother Lu, please don't let anything happen to you! I found antipyretic medicine!"

The man in the helmet clumsily helped his companion up. Because there was a thick book tied to his arm, he accidentally hit his companion on the head.

"Uh..."

The thin young man who looked like a girl groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry, Brother Lu, please take medicine quickly."

The man in the helmet unscrewed the mineral water bottle for the thin boy, and without any explanation, stuffed medicine into the thin boy's mouth and filled it with water.

"Bah...bah."

A handful of very bitter pills were stuffed into his mouth. The thin boy used his last will to spit out all the pills.

Then he complained feebly: "Are you going to... poison me?"

"Poison your mother?"

The man in the helmet is a little confused.

Maybe it’s been too long since I haven’t slept.

He didn't realize what the thin boy was saying.

Their conversation was all in Chinese, not the local Korean.

The two young men are both trainees who came to Korea to study art.

He is a Chinese trainee signed by the most famous entertainment company starting with S in Bangzi Country.

The thin young man with the fever is called Lu Han, and he and Lu Shuai are fellow residents of the imperial capital.

I am 20 years old this year, I have been studying in Korea for two years, and I will make my debut soon.

The stupid young man wearing a helmet is named Huang Zitao. He is three years younger than Lu Han and is seventeen this year.

He is a young man from Qingdao who claims to have learned martial arts when he was a child.

With his own set of stick skills and the fact that his father spent a lot of money on him, he stood out among the trainees in China.

Soon, he will debut with Lu Han as the youngest member of the team.

Being a trainee in Bangzi Country is hard.

Not only do you have to undergo a lot of hell-level special training every day.

They still don’t have enough to eat.

This is not a rumor, this is true.

Korean entertainment companies deliberately control the food intake of these trainees just to keep them in the best shape.
To be continued...