Chapter 190 Gently awaken the sleeping soul
The three-headed dog was disliked because of its ugly appearance, and Zhang Da's idea of catching it as a mount was shattered.
"If you don't want to ride him, then don't ride him. He is indeed ugly, and he smells bad. I don't know how long he hasn't taken a shower." Zhang Da was also thinking about whether to feed him a bag of salt.
"Let me do it. Didn't you say you don't want to attract attention?" Ye Yan walked in front of the three-headed dog and pointed behind it, "There's delicious dog food over there!"
"Woof?" The innocent three-headed dog turned its head instantly. The fox head might have been with dogs for too long and couldn't resist the temptation and turned its head as well.
Ye Yan jumped up instantly, and knocked on each of the three heads with the Soul-Suppressing Hammer in his hand: "Three consecutive hits with the hammer!"
The poor three-headed dog's head tilted back and forth, and he fainted with his tongue hanging out.
The timed hammer is the night watchman's specialty. From a five-second hammer to a one-hour hammer, you can make a person stun for as long as you want. But if you want to make someone stun for a day, you have to rely on 2 or 4 consecutive hits of the one-hour hammer.
Because he was not sure how to identify the three heads of the three-headed dog, Ye Yan hit each head with a hammer.
Zhang Da also kicked the unconscious three-headed dog and said, "One hour is not safe, how about a few more hits?"
"Hit ten times in a row!" Ye Yan's hands hit each dog's head ten times as if he was convulsing. With that level of proficiency, he was worthy of being a gong beater.
After stunning the three-headed dog, everyone walked along the ditch for a short distance and saw the stairs leading up. I don’t know what the designers were thinking. Did they kill the enemies by knocking them down and then go down the stairs to collect the bodies?
After reaching the ground, the view became a little wider. Although the thick fog still existed, the view was much better than that on the sea.
The crowd only had to cross a flat area and a forest to reach Moria's castle.
However, this piece of flat land is not an ordinary piece of flat land, but a cemetery. There are black tombstones on the ground, including rectangular and cross shapes. The scene looks like a small game.
As he approached the tombstone, Zhang Daye whispered, "A large wave of zombies is coming."
The others were relatively calm. After learning the true appearance of the zombies, they did not find them that scary.
But Tom was still very scared. He held a bag of salt in his left hand, a bunch of garlic in his right hand, and a cross on his chest. He kept reciting the exorcism formula taught by his master in his heart - 'Go away, demons and ghosts, go away, demons and ghosts...'
Crack! A skinny hand broke out from the ground, grabbed the air a few times, and then the whole arm stretched out and grabbed the ground. As the arm exerted force, a dry head emerged from the ground, followed by a body and legs.
The zombie's clothes were tattered, his facial expression was slightly ferocious, and his movements were jerky, as if he was trying very hard to create a terrifying atmosphere.
Everyone watched his performance quietly, except Tom, who was frightened by him and threw the garlic, salt bag and cross in his hand to him.
That was not all. Tom took out billiard balls, tennis balls, bowling balls, cigars, fish tanks, electric irons, pistols, sledgehammers, and small axes from somewhere. All kinds of things fell on the zombie's head with a clang, forming a pile of small hills, which not only made him dizzy but also buried him completely.
I kept throwing things until I was tired and then stopped to rest.
Ye Yan hadn't gotten used to Tom's painting style yet, and asked in shock: "Where on earth did you hide all these things? Is there something up your sleeve?"
Tom spread his hands and shook his head, indicating that he had no idea what you were talking about.
The zombie buried in the debris couldn't stand it any longer, so he stood up and threw away the debris on his body: "Stop throwing it, bastard! Show some respect to the zombies who crawled out with great difficulty! I am a scary zombie!"
The zombies created by Moriah are afraid of salt, but the salt must be stuffed into their mouths. The bag of salt that Tom hastily threw just hit him on the head, so the zombie was fine.
Zhang Da also hugged the frightened Tom and said calmly: "Oh. Well, how about you continue?"
"Keep going!" The zombie angrily threw the cigar that had been stuffed into his mouth on the ground, "Come out, everyone! Let them know what terror is!"
This man seemed to be the leader of this zombie team. He wanted to have fun by scaring people who broke in here as he did before, but he didn't expect that he would become the fun himself, so he became angry and embarrassed.
Zombies emerged from the ground one after another and surrounded everyone.
Zhang Da was still as unsportsmanlike as before. Without waiting for them to crawl out completely, he picked up the sledgehammer that Tom had just thrown and started playing whack-a-mole with the zombies' heads.
“Gently awaken the sleeping soul…” Bang, bang, bang. Every swing of the hammer must hit the beat accurately, which is very relaxing.
At least this joyful way of playing dispelled Tom's fear. He took out a baseball bat and played whack-a-mole with Zhang Da.
Moreover, he is different from Zhang Da. He will target a head and hit it non-stop as long as the head does not retract.
The scene was extremely brutal for a while.
"That's too brutal. Let's go find someone else. That fish over there looks a little weaker."
"Right, right, right. If you can't mess with the cat, then what about the fish?"
A few zombies with a little bit of brains quietly moved away from the scary man and cat, and then saw Shark Chili slap the man and send him flying dozens of meters away.
"This...it seems like even fish can't afford to offend."
"Look carefully, that's not a shark. Let's switch to the girl next to it. I like pretty girls."
Then these smart zombies saw Artoria swing her sword, and the golden slash split seven or eight zombies in half, the kind that couldn't be sewn together without Hobak.
"Gurgle." The zombies swallowed their saliva. They still maintained relatively intact human bodies and the ability to swallow saliva was still there.
"It seems that there is no choice. That yellow-haired boy over there looks skinny and weak."
"It's him. There are so many of us here, let's beat him up together!"
In the end, half of the fifty or sixty zombies came to Ye Yan and said, "Boy, we have so many people here, just surrender!"
"It's a rare experience to be bullied by a few people. Usually we are the ones who beat up others." Ye Yan waved his hand, and six Huang Yao Banners floated up. The flag monsters came out from them, rubbing their hands together, with ferocious smiles on their faces.
For so many days, apart from doing odd jobs every day, they have only bullied that lustful skeleton once, and have never really fought. The flag monsters feel that they need to vent, and these soft persimmons in front of them look like they can be pinched.
Then the screams of zombies could be heard one after another in the cemetery.
Ten minutes later, the zombies stopped moving.
Not dead, just lying flat.
No one knows where this group of people came from. Even if they rely on their "immortality" to stand up again and again, they will still be knocked down.
Moreover, these people knew that they could not be killed, but they still beat them down over and over again without getting tired of it . I don’t know if they have any special hobbies.
So the zombies gave up. Lying down could save some energy. If they were broken, they could just go back and ask Dr. Hobak to sew them up. If they were crippled, maybe they could get an animal organ to upgrade.
Tom poked a zombie that was hiding its head in a hole and refused to come out with a baseball bat, feeling bored.
Cats are generally more interested in things that move, and these guys would be no fun if they didn't move.
A man walked out of the forest with a lamp in his hand. Tom was instantly happy. This zombie could move, so he ran over and hit it on the head with a stick.
"Ah... why are you hitting me? I'm just an old man who was seriously injured..."
Tom bit a finger. Is this a human? It looks like a zombie.
