125: Chapter 125 Vicious Zombies

Chapter 125 Vicious Zombies

This kind of weather was suitable for ghosts to come out and cause trouble.

Thinking of this, the feeling in his heart increased.

When he arrived at the cemetery and saw everything in front of him, his heart could not help but tighten.

They saw that the people who had just finished were lying there.

It was as if he had experienced a calamity in the mortal world.

"Dad, Dad, where are you?" I glanced around and didn't see my father's figure. I hurriedly shouted.

When he walked over and looked at the empty coffin.

The panic in my heart made me feel even more irritated.

Where did his father go? The corpse was gone and his father was gone. What did that mean?

I took a closer look at the corpses around me. I didn't have a father.

Then... Then where did he go? I was a little confused as I circled around.

He could not find a single direction at all. Looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, the worry in his heart was self-evident.

I called out to my father over and over again, but my reply was a deathly silence.

Tears had long blurred my vision. I didn't know what to do.

The fear in my heart almost made me collapse.

But like an unconscious puppet, I called my father again and again and walked aimlessly...

"Yu er, get out of the way." Just as I didn't know where to go, my father's worried voice sounded from behind.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he turned around to take a look.

One could only see that the Zhang Qiang that should have been lying in the coffin was now attacking me with incredible speed.

Instinctively, I retreated behind me and managed to avoid his head-on strike.

Upon closer inspection, the sharp teeth exposed from his mouth finally made me understand something.

"Dad, has he become a zombie?" I looked at my father and didn't ask with certainty.

"That's right. He used the method, but for some reason, he broke the coffin and left." His father said helplessly.

"Then what should we do next?" I quickly ran to my father and asked him.

"Take this and I'll find a way to fight him. You stick it on his head while he's not paying attention." As his father spoke, he handed a yellow talisman to me.

"Corpse Sentinel Talisman?" I looked at the pattern on the talisman paper.

"Yes, success or failure depends on this. You have to be careful." As soon as his father finished speaking, he raised his copper coin sword and slashed at Zhang Qiang.

"Awoo..." "Awoo..." His father hacked at the Zhang Qiang that turned into a zombie and cried out in pain.

However, what followed was an angry roar. Then, he attacked his father.

His long claws cut his father's sleeves into pieces.

He was anxious, but he couldn't do anything. He could only find a chance to do it.

"Ah..." His father screamed.

Seeing the Zhang Qiang that pushed him down, my heart almost reached my throat.

"Yu er, hurry up, hurry up." Hearing his father's words, I suddenly woke up.

Then, with the fastest speed, he stuck the Death Sentinel Talisman to the Zhang Qiang that was about to bite his father's neck.

"Bang..." The Zhang Qiang that was still arrogant just now suddenly fell to the ground.

I didn't care about anything else and quickly ran over to help my father up.

"Dad, are you alright?" Looking at my father, who had black blood on his arm, I asked in a panic. At the same time, tears could not help but burst out of my eyes.

"I'm fine. I' m already so big, and I'm still crying."

As his father spoke, he raised his hand to wipe my eyes.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he quickly retreated.

"Hehe." I broke the tellurium for a smile.

Then, I saw my father take out a yellow talisman from his small bag and recite something.

"Phew." The talisman paper suddenly lit up and his father threw it onto Zhang Qiang body.

Looking at the lit corpse, his father finally let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the ground.

"Dad, your arm." I looked at my father's black-blooded arm and asked anxiously.

"Hehe, it's fine." As his father spoke, he took out a small box from his bag.

Looking at the box, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Could it be that there was glutinous rice inside that could poison the corpses?

The moment the box opened, I couldn't help but raise my hand to stroke my forehead.

This wasn't the glutinous rice I was thinking of. I saw a little insect that was as white as a baby silkworm lying quietly inside.

Perhaps it felt the light coming and its little head couldn't help but move.

Seeing its cute little appearance, I felt my heart All fast soften.

However, I didn't have time to appreciate it.

He saw his father grab the bug and quickly put it on his wound.

What made me feel a little incredulous was when the little bug came into contact with his father's wound.

His original indolence wasn't there. It was like a blood-sucking bug.

He put his mouth on his father's wound and drank it.

As it continued to absorb, its blood-white body began to turn black.

Seeing his father's blood turn red from its original black color.

His father picked up the little bug and threw it into the box again.

"Dad, what is this bug?" I couldn't help but ask. 0

"Heaven Silkworm." His father looked at me and smiled.

"No... Wasn't it because he was injured by a zombie that required sticky rice? "How can I use this?" I wasn't sure. I looked at my father and asked.

"Silly girl, you've seen too many zombie movies, right?" His father patted my head in amusement, stood up, and walked in the direction where the dead man had just been lying.

"Huh?" All right., in the future, I would never believe that glutinous rice could cure the corpse poison. So it was all fake.

His father glanced at the people who were quietly lying there and his face fell.

I knew he was feeling bad, but I didn't know how to persuade him.

Perhaps these people didn't deserve to die, but in the end, his father could only watch die one by one and was helpless.

His father felt sad. It was normal.

"Go back." Just as I was stunned, my father's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Then, I saw my father walk back in a heavy footsteps. I quickly followed behind.

……

After his father had organized people to bury the corpses, he dragged his exhausted body back home.

After returning, his father locked himself in his room. No matter how I knocked on the door, he didn't respond at all.

Although he was worried, he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

"Dad is fine. You should rest early." Just as I was staring blankly at the door, my father's voice came from inside.

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