Han Mo tightened his clothes, looked at a small inconspicuous bottle hanging around his waist, and walked quietly outside. He dressed like usual, with a purple-colored torn clothes, carrying a stained bucket of water backpack, lowered his body, and looked around at all times.

His appearance would definitely attract attention in a peaceful era, but in this troubled end of time, he was just a standard dress.

There was a riot in the distance, and Han Mo did not have the intention of watching the fun at all. Instead, he accelerated his pace toward other places. The strong curiosity generally brought disasters, and only by being cautious can he survive.

Unfortunately, some things cannot be avoided just by trying to hide. The wall next to it was broken, and a tall figure rushed out with dust from it, grabbing a person who was running away with one hand.

The fingernails were as sharp as a knife, easily pierced the skin and pierced into the person's neck. The tiny scarlet blood vessels penetrated deeper along the carotid artery and began to absorb blood frantically, while a person on the other side followed him and caught up.

Although Han Mo knew that there would be zombies, he did not expect to encounter them so soon. The tall figure was the one he had met at the city gate before. As expected, he was a zombie.

Han Mo lowered his body and ran to the other side. At the same time, he turned around and looked at the man who was chasing him. He looked ordinary and similar to Han Mo himself. He looked quite strong and dressed similarly. He was holding a long sword made of wood in his hand. The workmanship was not very good. Judging from the traces, it was probably just chopped out today.

"Peach Wood Sword!" Thinking of the contents of the real explanation of the weapon refining, Han Mo instantly understood how the damage on the zombie man appeared. This special wood was extremely restrained against zombies. Even if the zombie's invulnerable body was easily stabbed into a hole.

"From the breath, this person's strength is similar to mine, but I don't know what other magic weapons he has besides the Peach Wood Sword." Han Mo's escape slowed down and hid in the street corner and quietly watched the situation in the field.

"The face is natural, without a sense of stiffness, and can suck blood through blood vessels. This is a third generation zombie." Han Mo immediately made a judgment on the man, and deep down he became dissatisfied with his Taoist fellow practitioners.

Although the Taoist priests have the upper hand now, it is a zombie who is not very familiar with the Taoist priests. He was too careless and did not guard against the Taoist priests. He was successfully stole the chicken by the Taoist priests and was a little confused. Now that he calmed down, the Taoist priest probably had no advantage.

"But this is a gathering place, and there will probably be a correctionist coming soon, so he is so confident." Han Mo found that his colleague was holding a peach wood sword, his face was mixed with tension and excitement, and there was no fear, so he understood what attention this colleague was trying to pay.

With the help of this zombie, he enters the eyes of the cultivator and uses the resources of the cultivator to obtain more magic weapons. He is ambitious and smart enough. Compared with Han Mo, he is even more bold. If Han Mo had such an opportunity, he would think twice before doing it.

For example, Han Mo is now thinking about whether to go up and get a share of the pie and take this opportunity to get in touch with the upper class. After thinking about it, Han Mo still chose to give up. The amendment has unclear attitude towards Taoist priests, so he should let this colleague explore the way first. Although this may miss some benefits, in Han Mo's opinion, the risk is too high and there are opportunities in the future.

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

The sound he made just here is that there will most likely be a fellow tribe nearby, which will make his sacrifice not useless.

Fang Hao held the somewhat crooked peach wood sword, looked at the zombie rushing towards him, breathed a sigh of relief, circulated his spiritual power to his eyes, and strengthened 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 waved his sword and forced the zombie back. After the other party calmed down, he could only barely save his life under the opponent's attack. If the zombie hadn't been afraid of his peach wood sword and was paying tentative attention at the same time, he would probably have been in danger long ago.

"Am I bet wrong? No, maybe the corrector has arrived, but he is also interested in the Taoist priest, so he did not take action immediately, but planned to observe!" Fang Hao understood this, felt relieved, and immediately thought to himself that it was not good.

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

"I'm still proud!" Fang Hao used all his strength to hide towards the other side, and then he saw the space in front of him twisting, and the stone instantly collapsed and turned into dust. A man in a white suit looked at Fang Hao with interest, then turned around, pointed out with a point, and a white light flashed through the head of the zombie man.

Then the man was like a candle burned by a fire, and his whole body quickly melted, turning into a pool of liquid, and soon evaporated into gas and disappeared.

Fang Hao exhaled desperately. It seemed that he was right that the corrector had arrived long ago, but he had just been hiding in the dark. This would be good, reducing the Taoist priest's evaluation a little, making the corrector less hostility, or slower.

"I am very interested in your previous strength. Are you willing to talk about it?" The corrector came to Fang Hao and said with a smile on his face.

Fang Hao quickly agreed respectfully. Han Mo looked at the disappearing two people, carried a basket on his back, and walked out of the city. Judging from the attitude of the censor, the peer seemed to have won the bet. The peer would get the support of the censor next, and the magic weapon would not be missing.

However, Han Mo was not jealous. He had obtained so much, and the pressure he would bear would not be small. For example, Han Mo obtained the martial arts through the food in the drink cup. He didn't know what the peer used to do, but how to explain the existence of the martial arts next, whether to hand over the artifacts that inherited the martial arts, and the next tests of the correctors are all problems that need to be solved.
Chapter completed!