Chapter 535: Han Moxiu's True Notes (5)

Han Mo tightened his clothes, glanced at an inconspicuous small bottle hanging on his waist, and walked out quietly, dressed as usual, purple tattered clothes, carrying a stained With a bucket of water in the basket, he lowered his body and looked around all the time.

If he looked like this in a peaceful age, he would definitely attract attention, but in this troubled world, it is just a standard dress.

There was a commotion in the distance, and Han Mo didn't have the slightest intention to watch the excitement. Instead, he quickened his pace and walked towards other places. Exuberant curiosity usually brings disasters, and only by being cautious can he survive.

It's a pity that some things can't be avoided if you want to. The wall next to it was directly broken, and a tall figure rushed out with dust, and grabbed a fleeing person with one hand.

The fingernails were as sharp as knives, and they easily pierced through that person's skin and pierced into this person's neck. The tiny scarlet blood vessels went deep along the carotid artery, and began to absorb blood frantically, while a person on the other side followed closely.

Although Han Mo knew there would be such a thing as a zombie, he didn't expect to meet him so soon. That tall figure was the one he met at the gate of the city before. As expected, he was a zombie.

Han Mo lowered his body and ran to the other side. At the same time, he turned his head to look at the man who was chasing him. He looked ordinary, similar to Han Mo himself. His body looked strong and he was dressed similarly. Holding a long sword made of wood, the workmanship is not very good, judging from the traces, it is estimated that it was cut out today.

"Peach wood sword!" Thinking of the content in the true explanation of the refining tool, Han Mo instantly understood how the injuries on the zombie man appeared. This special wood is extremely restrained against zombies, and even the invulnerable body of zombies can easily A hole was poked out.

"From the perspective of breath, this person's strength is about the same as mine, but I don't know what other magical weapons he has besides the mahogany sword." Han Mo's escape speed slowed down, and he hid in the corner of the street and watched quietly. Condition.

"The complexion is natural, without stiffness, and can suck blood through blood vessels. This is a third-generation zombie." Han Mo immediately judged the big man, and he became unfavorable towards his fellow Taoist priests in his heart.

Although the Taoist has the upper hand in the current situation, it is because the zombie does not understand the Taoist. He was too careless and did not guard against the mahogany sword. He was successfully stolen by the Taoist, and he was a little confused. Now that he has calmed down, the Taoist probably has nothing to do. What an advantage.

"But this is a gathering place. It is estimated that there will be correctors coming over soon, so he is so confident." Han Mo found that his colleague was holding a mahogany sword, his face was only mixed with tension and excitement, and there was no fear. I understand what this colleague is paying attention to.

With the help of this zombie, he can enter the eyes of the corrector and use the resources of the corrector to obtain more magic weapons. He is ambitious and smart enough. Compared with Han Mo, he is more daring. If Han Mo has such an opportunity, Will think twice.

For example, Han Mo is now thinking about whether he should go up to share a piece of the pie and take this opportunity to contact the upper class. After thinking about it, Han Mo still chose to give up. It is right to explore the way. Although this may miss some benefits, in Han Mo's view, the risk is too high, and there will be opportunities in the future.

The zombie dropped the mummy in his hand, and rushed directly to this boy of unknown origin. Because of his forward mistake, he had been found exposed, and it was basically impossible to escape, so the most important thing now is to test out this boy The reason why I restrained myself before.

The noise he just made here, there are nine out of ten people of the same race nearby, which makes his sacrifice not useless.

Holding the crooked mahogany sword, Fang Hao looked at the rushing zombie, exhaled, and circulated spiritual power to his eyes to strengthen his dynamic vision, otherwise his senses would not be able to keep up with the speed of the zombie.

"The delay has been long enough. Why hasn't the corrector appeared yet?" Fang Hao swung his sword and forced the zombies back. After the opponent regained his composure, he could barely survive the opponent's attack. The zombie is still afraid of his mahogany sword, and at the same time he is paying attention to it as a test, maybe he is already in danger.

"Did I bet wrong? No, maybe the corrector has arrived, but he is also interested in Taoist priests, so he didn't make a move immediately, but planned to observe!" Fang Hao wanted to understand this, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then immediately secretly thought it was bad.

I saw a stone rushing towards his head at an extremely fast speed. He could see clearly with his eyes that had exerted spiritual power, but his reaction speed was not so fast. He could only watch helplessly as the stone rushed towards his head. .

"I'm still holding on!" Fang Hao tried his best to hide to the other side, and then saw the space in front of him twisted, the stone collapsed instantly and turned into dust, a person in a white suit He looked at Fang Hao with great interest, then turned around, and pointed out that a white light flashed through the head of the big zombie man.

Then the big man was like a candle being burned by a fire. The whole person quickly melted and turned into a puddle of liquid, which quickly evaporated into gas and disappeared.

Fang Hao breathed out desperately. It seemed that he guessed right. The corrector had arrived long ago, but he had been hiding in the dark. That's all, it would be better if the evaluation of Taoist priests was lowered, so that the correctors would be less hostile, or Speak slowly.

"I'm very interested in your previous power, would you like to talk about it?" The corrector came to Fang Hao and said with a smile on his face.

And Fang Hao also quickly agreed respectfully. Han Mo looked at the two people who disappeared, put on their backs, and walked out of the city. Judging from the attitude of the corrector, that colleague seemed to have won the bet, and the next colleague will With the support of the correctors, there will be no shortage of magical artifacts.

However, Han Mo is not jealous. He has gained so much, and the pressure he will bear next will definitely not be small. For example, Han Mo obtained the skills through the food in the drink cup. But then how to explain the existence of the exercises, whether to hand over the artifacts that inherit the exercises, and the subsequent temptations of the correctors are all problems that need to be resolved.

"Until the situation becomes clear, I will still remain independent. Even if I want to be exposed, I must be with the group. I will hide myself in the crowd and make more preparations..." Han Mo calculated in his mind that there seemed to be several magic weapons And several spells are great for escaping.