As the saying goes, "If you look ugly, it's not your fault, but if you look ugly, it's not your fault." And if you look ugly, it's even more wrong to scare children.

I couldn't help but raise my head and shouted to the sky: "Isn't it okay to change in the future?" I shook my hand and took out a blood knife from the jade coffin, used the black blood magic skill, and thrust hard towards the stone wall on the side. It was half a foot deep. The blood knife immediately bent into a semicircle and then "bang". The third-level treasure was folded into two sections, but the speed of the decline slowed down a lot. Then I took out the second blood knife and used the same trick again.

Just after I broke three blood swords in a row, the speed of the decline finally dropped to a level that I could accept. I brought the cold iron finger blade and used the black blood divine finger skills. I penetrated my fingertips and inserted it into the stone wall. I lifted my body hard and pulled it upwards more than two meters high. When I encountered a slope, I used my toes to use my light skills to go up. When I encountered a stone wall that was too smooth, I used my finger blade to break through the wall to borrow strength. I worked hard for more than half an hour before I returned to the ground.

Putting the boy on the ground, I sat down and gasped: "You don't have to worry about me. Although I am ugly, I am very kind and will not eat you."

The boy nodded obediently, as if he was still afraid of me, but he just squatted beside me and didn't dare to speak.

I just spent a lot of corpse gas and needed blood sucking to replenish it. Although there was only one little guy in front of me for "take", he was the first human race I have met in the past six months, and I couldn't get out of this mouth even if I was harmless to his human and animal appearance.

"What's your name?" I tried to make the voice "gentle" so that I would not scare the other person.

The boy "Muzi" answered carefully.

"Muzi? Are you Japanese?"

"It's not 'Muzi', it's 'Muzi'. The 'Zi' of 'Sangzi' means hometown." The boy explained. Judging from his tone of speaking, it seemed that many people reflected this when they heard his name.

I nodded: "You don't have to be afraid. I am a zombie player. My name is Hongxing. Haha, you don't have to be afraid of me. People have good people and bad people. There are also good zombies and bad zombies among zombies. I am..." I was about to say that I was a good zombie, but I remembered that I really didn't deserve the word "good", so I stopped at that time.

Mu Zi nodded and said, "I know, my brother is a good zombie."

I smiled and said, "How do you know I'm a good zombie?"

Mu Zi said, "You have spent a lot of effort to save me." After a pause, he said, "I have seen zombies before. Those zombies are different from you. They are covered in black hair, unlike you who are white. They are very scary. There are also players among them who specialize in sucking human blood. I was sucked by them and bitten to death twice. Later, my sister came to see me and drove away all the zombies."

"Oh? Are there any villages or cemeteries nearby? By the way, why are you still coming out to collect herbs so late? The beasts in the forest have bonuses at night, and you are not afraid? Do you know how to make kung fu?" I shook my head again. When this child saw me, he was so scared that he couldn't be much stronger even if he knew martial arts.

Mu Zi said: "There is a Liujiagou outside the forest. I am from that village. I learnt herbs with the doctor in the village and come to pick them at night. In addition, I know how to do kung fu. I have practiced the beauty boxing that my sister taught me to the 23rd level."

"Beautiful Fist? Is your sister from the Tomb Sect?" Seeing him nodding, I asked again, "Your medicine has spilled just now, what should I do?" I saw what price he prescribed. If I dared to blackmail me, I would suck his blood, so I would avoid rushing to the village.

Mu Zi shook his head: "Forget it, I'll pick some herbs that are not up to the level. Alas, I came to the deep forest just to pick some rare and good medicines, but unfortunately..."

"Eh..." I wouldn't be surprised no matter what he said he asked me to compensate me for anything. It was even reasonable to ask me for anything in reality. I didn't expect that he would confess that he had lost nothing good and wanted nothing, which made me feel embarrassed.

After thinking about it, I took out ten crystal-like lotus seeds from the jade coffin ring and handed them to Mu Zi: "This ice lotus seed is rare. I give you ten to compensate you for the medicine you just now. Now it's late at night, don't continue to rush around in this forest. Walking inside will be the territory of the Silver Ring Snake. You can't handle it alone."

When we were in Tianmo Ridge, we had a whimful idea of ​​combining my poison refining techniques. The Xuanmen and Xiaoxie's Xuanmen Alchemy and the method of Shoufu Kongmen to refine a Sanqing Pill as the signature of our sect. At that time, most of the fun were involved, and the alchemy methods between us were mutually exclusive and we could not get them together at all. At the beginning, we wanted to refine a poison that could be sealed with blood after failing to refine a poison that could be sealed with blood. But I didn't know that it was not successful.

At that time, Tianzun's "Secret Book of Lingxiao Alchemy 1/" introduced that this ice lotus seed is an extremely rare negative tonic. It can replenish a lotus of lost internal energy by taking it directly, and it has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the soul. Many advanced pill recipes have it, but it is very rare. Generally, the petals of snow lotus or snow ginseng are replaced, but the effect is much weaker.

A few days ago, I walked past a crater and there was a pond there. There was a lot of ice lotus growing inside. I took the sheep and cut all the ice lotus roots, and I got more than a thousand. I usually eat them as beans, but they can actually replenish my black blood corpse energy. This time I took out ten of them to give Mu Zi a drop in it.

The child didn't know the preciousness of ice lotus seeds, but seeing that they were selling very well and were cool and pleasant in their hands, they knew it was a rare thing, so they quickly put it away carefully.

I helped him find the basket, but there was not much medicine left, and most of it was sprinkled on the ground. I advised him to go back to the village, but he stubbornly insisted on continuing to collect herbs here.

Seeing that he was picking only some blood-stopping grass, a leaf clover and other garbage, he felt impatient: "The only half of the ice lotus seeds I gave you is enough to exchange for tens of thousands of tons of medicines!" Seeing that he was still not enlightened, he said goodbye to him and asked the direction of the village all the way.

Originally, it was more than 30 miles away from the Liujiagou mentioned by Muzi. Unexpectedly, I heard someone in front of me halfway through, and there were more than 200 people who were clamoring for a circle with torches. Before I could get out of the woods, I jumped to a big tree, hid in the thick canopy and looked down.

It surprised me when I saw it. It turned out that the more than 200 people were obviously humans, but they were all wearing gold paper shrouds! This first-level paper shrouds are the clothes of our zombie clan. Although the defense is surprisingly poor, the gathering of yin energy and additional curses is very powerful. Because of its poor name, I never wear this shrouds. However, I am used to seeing others wearing too much. I naturally know them. I didn’t expect that there were so many humans wearing this shrouds here!

More than 200 people stood in a circle wearing mourning clothes. There was an altar worth more than ten square meters in the center. The altar was divided into three layers. On each layer were a pair of boys and girls. It seemed that they were all NPCs. The three pairs of boys and girls were either sealed with black-skin scriptures or holding white bones and skeletons. They looked very strange and terrifying. There was a second-level hardwood coffin on the altar. There was a man sitting on the coffin at this time. The man was as thin as a piece of material, wearing a third-level bronze carved mourning coat. He held an orchid finger in one hand and a sword finger in the other hand, and a shape in the other. The more than 200 people under the altar were holding torches as if waiting for something.
Chapter completed!