"Hey, how did you find out about this thing? Do you rely on your bones to feel the vibration of the surrounding air?" Lu Yuan hurriedly retreated and shouted.

However, what surprised him was that No. 71 next to him did not seem to panic like him. Facing the bone feather duster, he had no intention of retreating or dodging at all. Instead, he looked at Lu Yuan with a very confused look.

"Didn't you recover your memory? Why did you look like you've never seen the 'dead' before?"

"Ah?" Lu Yuan was also stunned, and then pointed to the curious fellow villager a little embarrassedly: "You don't mean... the 'dead' you have always said before, just look like this."

No. 71 was also stunned when he said this, as if in this era, he didn’t know the “dead” as if he didn’t know that the earth was round.

During this period, the so-called "dead" finally rushed to the front of the two.

By the way, although this guy has many legs, it doesn't run fast because they are all gathered together. The toes hit the heels, the legs are inconsistent and they are mixed together, etc.

But in contrast, its dozen hands were surprisingly crazy, holding various weapons, and swung them down at the door of No. 71.

Lu Yuan's mind was sank and he was about to rush over to save this guy...

However!

What surprised him was that No. 71 was calm and calm, and actually greeted the deceased.

Next, there was a scene that stunned Lu Yuan. The fellow villager No. 71 actually shook his body, turned into a moment of afterimage, and then disappeared... And the next second after he disappeared, the "dead" with a fang-flapped claw was stunned for a moment, as if he was very confused about the lost target.

Sudden.......

"Gagahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

This tremor lasted for about three seconds, and then...

It just fell apart.

It was like a toy that was not stuck, it scattered on the ground in an instant, turning into a pile of bones.

It was not until this time that the fellow villager No. 71 showed his figure again.

Moreover, he continued to answer Lu Yuan’s question just now without blushing, as if he had done this bone feather duster for him, just like kicking a small stone beside the road.

"This guy must be the dead, but not all the dead are like it. After all, the corpses are spontaneously pieced together. They will become any shape, and there may even be some unlucky corpses. Because of the random pieced together, they will be entangled with each other and cannot even move."

No. 71 explained, and then looked at Lu Yuan worriedly.

"Your concussion doesn't seem to have fully recovered. If we really escape and come to the town, I can find a doctor for you." He said with concern.

"Uh...thank you," Lu Yuan said, "But what I care more about now is...what happened to you just now seems to have disappeared suddenly." As he said that, he pointed to the pile of bones beside him: "And... why did this deceased suddenly fall apart? You did it."

"Of course it's me, I'm a hunter, I was born to fight against these things." No. 71 said: "But the way we hunters fight against the dead is taboo. Even if you save me, I can't reveal it like you, so..."

"So I won't ask." Lu Yuan shrugged: "Then let's find a way out first."

"Yeah." No. 71 nodded, and then led Lu Yuan to the depths of the courtyard.

Along the way, the two men met three more dead people. As Lu Yuan said before, most of these dead people were strange in shape. One of the dead people was made of many heads, which looked like a large ball. However, because their heads were round, it didn't look very reliable. Lu Yuan picked up a stone casually and smashed it away.

The other two seemed to be barely maintaining their human appearance, and their end was that No. 71 had their heads pulled off. Moreover, the two deceased were obviously still at the level of "using vision and hearing" to distinguish the direction, so after losing their heads, they began to circle in the same place, unable to tell the difference between the south, south, west and north.

After experiencing these three small conflicts, Lu Yuan discovered that the IQ of the deceased in this slaughterhouse was really not very good. They didn’t know how to run away. When they saw a living person, they would only rush over and fight with him, and they would not call the police or ask for help, and they would not have the ability to use a gong to knock on others and warn others that someone had escaped from prison.

This also led to Lu Yuan and No. 71 not having to hide themselves.

So soon, the two of them came to a door that looked more like a 'house where people live'.

This house is made of wood and stone. Although the materials are simple, it is also built in a very stylish and has a large area, and looks like it has a 150 square meters of space.

Lu Yuan also discovered that the closer No. 71 approached the house, the lower it became. At this moment, Lu Yuan could clearly feel the ferocious murderous intent emitted from No. 71.

"Uh...are we going to escape?" Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why do I think we are walking towards the center of the courtyard."

No. 71 exhaled heavily: "I said before that with our current strength, we cannot survive outside the slaughterhouse." "Why?"

"This slaughterhouse is the most sparse of the dead because it is a butcher. However, as long as it leaves the courtyard, we will be swallowed up by the wandering dead in an instant."

Lu Yuan frowned: "No way, is there a large number of dead outside?"

"Of course, if you stand on a high place, it will be difficult for you to even see the soil on the ground, because looking around, it is full of carrion and bones."

Lu Yuan nodded with his eyes empty and said, "Okay, it seems that he rushed out rashly, it's really a dead end." As he said that, he looked up at the wooden house in front of him.

"If I'm not mistaken, living here should be what you call [butcher]."

"Of course." No. 71's voice seemed to tremble: "For a long time in the past, I was brought here almost every day... This is the butcher's home and the torture room where he tortures the living."

Just said this...

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A miserable scream came from the wooden house.

No. 71's breathing almost broke at this moment and ended abruptly.
Chapter completed!