When Wang Ping'an passed by the 91 courtyard, he found that it had collapsed, and the 92 courtyard was not much better. There were many cracks on the walls of the three-story villa building.

"Hey, is there anyone at home?" Wang Ping'an stood in front of the gate and patted the door politely.

Bang bang bang bang, and only three shots were taken, the metal gate fell to the ground with a loud bang, and dust flew.

Wang Ping'an was embarrassed, looked at his palm, and suspected that his power had increased again.

"Ah... Help!" There seemed to be a scream of horror in the room, and the soul was trembling as if I saw a ghost.

"It's good to have sound, it means you're not dead yet." Wang Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the metal gate, and walked slowly towards the villa building.

"Don't come over, I've called the police. If you take a step forward, I'm not polite." A middle-aged woman's trembling threatening voice came from the room.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a friendly army. Look, I have a photo of you." Wang Ping'an raised the photo of his mobile phone and explained seriously.

"I don't believe it, I don't listen, I don't watch it." The woman sent a three-game rejection.

"Mom, you'd better look at it. He really has a photo of you in his hand." A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl reminded weakly.

"Hmm? Is that right? Show my mother the telescope." The middle-aged woman said, leaning against a window on the second floor, secretly observing.

Wang Ping'an felt helpless. He was a rare good person, but no one believed him?

This world is too cold and there is no basic trust between people.

The next door next door started fighting again, as if because of Wang Ping'an's existence, the practitioners of the Wan family deliberately led the zombies to Courtyard No. 92.

The practitioners of the Wanjiao family have ulterior motives and want to introduce Wang Ping'an into the battle.

"Hey, have you taken a good look? When the zombies really come over, I can't save you. I can save one, but I may not be able to save two." Wang Ping'an urged.

"Big brother, we have three people here, my parents and I." The girl reminded again.

"Oh, then I will only save your mother." Wang Ping'an knew that this was her little cousin, Wan Jiayi, the daughter of her aunt. Just now, her cousin Su Wu posted a photo of their family.

"Why only save my mother? I am much more beautiful than my mother and younger. Don't you think about it anymore?" Wan Jiayi was very dissatisfied and shouted angrily.

Bang, oh.

The sound of the slap on her body, accompanied by Wan Jiayi's scream, ended her boastfulness.

"Who are you? Why do you have my photos?" In the villa, my aunt Su Ziyu asked even more confusion after confirming with a telescope.

"Where are so many questions? You have 100,000 Why? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wang Ping'an. My grandfather Su Yuanchao asked me to save you. If your name is Su Ziyu, that would be right."

Wang Ping'an yelled impatiently, and then suddenly remembered that he had not introduced himself yet.

"My dad is your grandfather...? Oh, I remember, are you the child of your second sister?" Su Ziyu finally realized and knew the identity of the young man in front of him.

At this moment, a rumbling sound was rumbling, and several figures were as fast as lightning, breaking the high wall between Courtyard No. 91 and Courtyard No. 92.

Several embarrassed figures were chased by the zombie Bashan Taoist to the No. 92 courtyard and came to Wang Ping'an.

"You... are you too noisy? Do you want me to save someone well?" Wang Ping'an frowned and spoke to them unhappily.

Hehe, the zombie, the Taoist Bashan, was killed so hard that he was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he lost his nature. His two pointed fangs were exposed outside his mouth, which was extremely cruel.

He didn't even pay attention to Wang Ping'an's words, and rushed towards the closest old man from Wan family.

Ding, the long sword in the old man's hand stabbed the zombie's head.

But it made a sound like gold and stone, without hurting him at all. With the zombie's rage, the sword instantly broke.

The zombie's claws had crushed the old man's heart, and by the way, sucked the blood from his body.

Wang Ping'an could clearly feel that every time he absorbed a person's blood, the aura on the zombie became stronger and the dark clouds in the sky were pressed down even lower.

Boom, a flash of lightning as thick as an arm suddenly fell on the zombie's head.

Sizzling, the zombie trembled, smoked from his mouth and nose, and smelled all over his body, but after a few seconds, he returned to normal, roared to the sky, and his arrogance became even more arrogant and cruel.

Wang Ping'an could feel that this zombie was much stronger than when he woke up, and even ordinary lightning could not do anything to him.

However, the mind of the Taoist Bashan was becoming more and more confused. If he continued to kill, he would probably never be able to recover his rational appearance.

Thinking of the isolation formation on the periphery, someone must have set up a trap for this zombie, and at the same time set up a trap for the Wan family, hoping to use the lives and blood of the Wan family to corrupt the last bit of Taoist Bashan.

"Is it the big sects who control corpses and refine corpses that are doing it?" Wang Ping'an frowned and thought in his heart.

The Taoist Bashan was so angry that he killed another old man from Wan family, and he rushed towards Wang Ping'an.

His claws were like hooks, grabbing Wang Ping'an's neck.

Wang Ping'an also grabbed the zombie's claws and said angrily: "Even I dares to attack. What you sucked just now is not blood, but bile, right?"

After scolding, Wang Ping'an kicked the Taoist Bashan in the lower abdomen, kicked him away dozens of meters away with a bang, and fell back to the yard No. 90.

Seeing Wang Ping'an kicking the zombie so far away, Wan family who had never seen Wang Ping'an was shocked. There were three old men who knelt down at that time.

"Senior, please be sure to save our Wanjia. No matter what the conditions are, we promise you. Our Wanjia has developed in a low-key manner for hundreds of years and has made good relationships. We cannot break the incense and inheritance at this time."

"You thousands of families are low-key? Do you have a good relationship? Haha, I'm too lazy to pay attention to them. When Wang Ping'an happened to see his aunt Su Ziyu bring her husband and daughter downstairs, he immediately met her.

"This senior doesn't believe us? Is there any misunderstanding between this? Dongting, have you seen him, do you know what's going on?" an old man asked in confusion.

"There is no misunderstanding, we almost started to do it, and you know what kind of people are fighting to death now, right?" Wan Dongting said guiltily.

"..." I understand your sister, you may be more reliable. The only savior of the Wan family is no longer expected.

At this time, Wan Jiayi, who had just gone downstairs, hesitated: "You are really my cousin? You are so powerful. Such a cruel zombie was kicked away by you? If I hadn't seen this scene, my mother wouldn't have dared to come out."

"Jiayi, shut up!" Su Ziyu threatened coldly.

"Don't argue, it's the most important thing for us to run away now." The uncle, who was unknown, persuaded him.

My uncle is very calm, with a clean and clean appearance, wearing his eyes, like an educated businessman. At this time, except for his legs shaking, he basically has no negative emotions.

"Well, what's right, where is your car? Let's drive out." Wang Ping'an said.

"There are two cars in the garage, and two cars outside the gate... In order to save time, let's open the off-road vehicle outside the gate." Su Ziyu said hurriedly.

"Okay, then let's go." Wang Ping'an said, and was about to take them away.

At this moment, an old man kneeling not far away suddenly shouted to his aunt: "Wanqing, I am your cousin, you can't stand it and refuse to save him. When you were a child, your parents died early. I fed you with shit and urine."
Chapter completed!