My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 1: Two hundred and eighth

Chapter 208 1.208 Success is less than success and more than failure

Liu Yexin screamed at that moment, and subconsciously grabbed the arm of Senior Brother Wang beside him, showing a look of horror.

As soon as I kicked the door of the wooden shed, a rotten corpse puppet with half of its face missing, rushed towards her body.

With such close contact, Liu Yexin was scared to pee on the spot, and she was about to sit on the ground.

Senior Brother Wang decisively grabbed Liu Yexin and flicked back, facing the corpse puppet, and a profound energy hit the opponent's head.

But the swaying corpse puppet didn't fall down. Instead, he grabbed his brother Wang more fiercely. The two hands that were rotten to the point where the bones pierced the skin and pinched Brother Wang's neck stubbornly.

Senior Brother Wang coughed, but fortunately, Situ Yi reacted in time, and a mysterious light hit the corpse puppet's head again, directly cutting off most of its head and falling to the ground, rolling at the feet of Willow Leaf's heart.

Liu Yexin was kicked twice by the angry sect brother before she screamed "Ah", "Shut up!"

Senior Brother Wang let out a long sigh of relief, clutching his throat and coughing violently.

Everyone saw that the circle around his neck was already black and blue, and there was also a light mark of blood, showing how much effort the corpse puppet had used.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiao Mu glanced at the half-head of the corpse puppet lying on the ground, suddenly raised his crossbow and aimed at Brother Wang's head.

Everyone was taken aback, and even subconsciously stopped Qiao Mu, "Little Junior Sister! What are you doing?"

The child's cold voice slowly raised, "Brother, you are infected. I'm sorry!"

White down grows on the body, which is a sign of the third-level corpse puppet.

On the half of the head on the ground, it is obvious that half of the face is covered with white fluff.

Senior Brother Wang has a long blood mark on the side of his neck, and the wound has been lightly cut, he! Scratched by a third-level corpse puppet.

The incubation period is only fifteen days at most.

Then he will mutate, and only if he is completely wiped out now can the imminent trouble be permanently annihilated.

The eyes of the Master Tiandao brothers instantly turned red, "No, it won't!"

"Go ahead and talk about it." Senior Brother Wang was particularly calm, directing everyone to move into the enclosed shed.

"Puppet!" Xiong Yan shouted.

Among the two dozen people with gray-headed faces and dilapidated clothes shrunk in the corner, one stood up swayingly, his chapped lips were cracked, and his speech was a bit unfavorable~IndoMTL. com~Don't do it, sirs. I, we are soldiers of the court. We are all soldiers of the North Camp, not corpse puppets. "The soldier who opened his mouth tried to swallow his saliva, and said the whole thing.

Xiong Yan blocked the door with his backhand. Although everyone entered the house, they were still on guard.

Ge Wei said, "A third-level corpse puppet just popped out among you. You must have been scratched too."

"No, no." The soldier explained with difficulty. "We have been trapped here for about four or five days. The companion just had something wrong with it since last night."

"My lord, we tied him up. Who knew he would suddenly break free just now and jump to the door." Another soldier weakly grasped a broken rope and smiled bitterly. "We really don't have the strength to stop him. Up."

For a while, the atmosphere was suppressed, until the top of the wooden shed made a banging combo.

Everyone looked up and saw that the third-level mutant corpse puppet was lying on the wooden shed, beating the shed hard.

(End of this chapter)