Village Building Order Frenzy Chapter 127: Wooden Spear Jack

The rain stopped,

The sky is still very dark, only the grass on the ground is green and bright, especially spiritual.

Under the shadow of clumps of weeds, puddles of various sizes lie there quietly, reflecting the black clouds and skylight, and there is a somewhat unique wildness in the silence.

Zhang Yang got out of the tent again, leaning on a wooden spear in both hands. Although his body was so weak that a gust of wind could blow him over, his eyes were as dangerous and cunning as a wild wolf.

After looking around for a long time, he trembled and walked towards a cowhide tent more than 100 meters away.

These are the only three tents left in the makeshift camp, and they were left for a reason.

Maybe a rotting corpse awaits inside, or something even more horrific than death.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yang came to the tent. After a little hesitation, he chose a sturdy position, grasped the center of gravity of advancing and retreating, and finally turned away and used a wooden spear to gently lift the entrance of the tent. curtain.

A rotting stench rushed out, the people inside were dead, the bodies were highly decomposed, and white maggots could be seen tumbling freely.

But Zhang Yang still carefully inspected every corner of the tent.

"This is a strong man. The leather armor on his body, the sword and shield around him, the calluses on the tiger's mouth, and the placement of the weapons all prove that he is a seasoned warrior."

"And the wound on his body, on the left arm, can't be seen by any weapon, but at least the man was well bandaged and treated before he died."

"So the reason for his death is interesting. It wasn't due to his injuries, nor was it an infection of the wound. It was more like some kind of disease, a disease that could be contagious. Otherwise, this guy's weapons and equipment still have luggage. Not here anymore."

"It can even be deduced from this that this temporary camp was quickly abandoned, perhaps because of the panic caused by this mysterious blight."

Zhang Yang thought for a while, then stabbed the corpse with a wooden spear and smeared the spear tip with the rotting yellow liquid.

He then turns around and heads to another tent.

This tent is no different, even more dilapidated, and its owner should have been dead as well.

But Zhang Yang still maintains the utmost vigilance, and the steps to be done are not bad at all.

Wait until he turned away and carefully opened the tent curtain for a moment, only to hear a swooshing sound, and a crossbow arrow whizzed past ten centimeters from Zhang Yang's head, and then he didn't wait for Zhang Yang to react. , With a low roar, a violent bear-like body slammed out, holding a sharp dagger and stabbed down fiercely!

Uh, the stab is empty.

Zhang Yang was holding a two-meter-long wooden spear, so not only did he stand on the wrong side, but he was also two meters away. The killer designed by the big man was very brutal and subtle. He was definitely a professional fighter. Quick, it is also difficult to dodge this fatal blow.

But right now—it's embarrassing!

The big man, like a violent bear, had fierce eyes and a sharp blade in his hand, but he could only lie on the ground, in front of Zhang Yang, he didn't dare to move, or at least he couldn't move.

One of his legs is rotten.

What's more, the wooden spear in Zhang Yang's hand is aimed at his eyes, only one centimeter.

The two sides stood motionless for a few minutes before Zhang Yang spoke.

"Want to die? Or want to live?"

The sound exit automatically turned into some kind of squiggly insect language.

Zhang Yang is no stranger to this.

The big man didn't speak. He had gray hair, blue-white eyes, tall cheekbones, and three hideous scars on his face. He was about forty years old.

"Splash!"

The big man spit out a mouthful of phlegm and closed his eyes, not even interested in communicating.

Zhang Yang smiled and continued to use that worm-like language: "My name is Jack the wooden spear, I am the divine sacrifice of Aninanitoni, the greatest mountain **** of Shenmu Peak, and I will say three sentences next. First, I have no interest in killing you; second, I can save you; third, the price for saving you is that you must become a devout follower of the God of Shenmufeng Mountain."

Hearing this, the big man finally opened his eyes, his eyes were quite disdainful.

"The son of Joseph the cobbler Takken, the little cobbler Rick Joseph, you deserve to die in the **** heap, when did you become a sacrifice? Humph! And the **** evil god, I'm waiting for you to be **** Howling on the fire and purifying your sinful soul!"

I make up!

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, but he actually failed to pretend to force. This guy recognizes himself, and from his tone, he seems to have a very pious belief.

"My name is Jack Woodspear now, so let's get to know each other officially!"

Zhang Yang has a smile on his face, doesn't care, and is very thick-skinned.

Because he has determined that this big man is also infected with that kind of deadly infectious disease, but his body is strong enough to hang his life all the time, but if there is no way to solve this plague, sooner or later he will have to die.

In this case, there are more places to operate.

"Humph!"

The big man continued to close his eyes, indifferent.

Zhang Yang smiled and moved slowly while holding the spear, but the tip of the spear smeared with yellow liquid was always aimed at the big man's eyes, temples and other vital points.

"In my hometown, there is a behavior called boiled eagle, I don't know much about it, but now, my friend, do you think you are like an eagle? And the most violent and dangerous kind of eagle ?"

"I'm in a terrible situation now, but I still have enough time, enough means to get you through ~IndoMTL.com~ Well, unless you're looking for death, then I can't help it at all."

"Of course, you can also treat me like an eagle, and it will be a fair war."

Zhang Yang spoke softly, as if facing his closest friend.

Gradually, he slowly stepped back, and the wooden spear was still aimed at the back of the big man's head, cervical spine, back heart, and even the other intact and healthy leg.

Zhang Yang's intention is very simple, he wants to get the crossbow, and the next step is the official start of the game.

"I guess, you should be a person of status. Look at your silk underwear and the embroidered pattern on the sleeve. Does it represent the family crest?"

Zhang Yang leaned against the entrance of the tent, the crossbow inside was only one step away from him, but he did not go to get it, but carefully looked at all the clues that the big man carried and pointed out one by one.

In this battle, the heart is the most important!

And the big man listened quietly, like a dead man, ignoring him at all.

Zhang Yang also speaks to himself,

"Although your hair and beard have become messy in the past two days, I can still see the well-trimmed outline before, so I dare to guess that you should be a very disciplined person."

"And a noble with a wealth of wealth, high status, and strict self-discipline, I can't think of any reason for you to refuse my rescue?"

"It can't be because I'm a low-status cobbler! Before that, I shouldn't be qualified to be the enemy of a noble like you."

"Then, there can only be one reason. Do you hate heresy?"

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