The shallow habitat is sunny and yin. The coffin is buried here. The body does not rot for several years. In addition, the climate and soil are wet, and it may become a corpse after a long time.

"The description in the book seems to be wrong," Yang Jian flipped through a thick brick book and guided everyone forward.

"Head", Hans scratched his head, "Do you think there are really zombies, this place?"

"Where do I look at it?" Bob twisted his arm, "This bird place has nothing special except colder."

"Woo", Xixi hugged Hans' thighs tightly, her body shivering constantly, not knowing whether it was fear or cold.

The sharpshooter looked at the strange rocks around him curiously.

"Don't be afraid of Sissi," Bob touched Sissi's little head with his thick palm.

"I, Bob, come to the palace."

As he said that, Bob walked to the end of the team, swaying with his lightsaber.

"I didn't expect that this authoritative book would make mistakes," Yang Jian closed the book with a little regret.

"If you have time, please send a letter to their publishing house to errata, and don't continue to mislead curious readers."

"Where do I see?" Hans spitted, "There may be some treasures underground."

"I said Xixi, why are you holding my calves?"

Bob was yelling behind him at this time.

"Xixi is naughty again." Feng planned to pull Xixi's little ears.

He lowered his head and saw that Xixi was jumping and walking happily.

"You birdman, Bob," Hans turned around impatiently.

"You are really happy with brothers, right?"

Yang Jian also turned his head and said, "Bob, this is not acceptable."

Everyone focused on Bob.

Bob stood there without moving.

His expression was muted, his eyes were dull, and his eyes were staring at his feet.

I saw that the hairy calf was being grabbed by a sharp claw that emerged from the ground and could hardly move.

"Ha...", everyone took a breath.

"So... there are really zombies!", everyone was talking.

Looking at Bob's side, as a fighting nation, the berserker is indeed extremely bold.

A brief sense of fear is directly transformed into its violent instinct.

"Grandma, you dare to grab my uncle's legs. You're so tired of living!"

Bob cursed and his blood was surging.

Say it's time to go!

His thick palms were directly held into eagle claws and directly grabbed the claws.

"Get out of the way for labor and capital!" He roared angrily, and his domineering arrogance broke out.

The exposed arms were like a small crane, uprooting the owner of the sharp claws.

With an ugly appearance, withered body, and bloodthirsty eyes, this is a fierce zombie!

"Go to die! Ghost thing!"

Bob raised the corpse thief with one hand and then swung it hard to the ground.

"Bang!", a burst of dust rose.

"Bang!", the corpse thief was slapped to the other side again.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!", the sound of fighting and cheering endlessly.

This was almost a crazy murder.

When everyone finally saw the corpse thief who had few legs, they could hardly sweat.

"Tsk tsk!"
Chapter completed!