The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 122 Corpse Group
The long street was littered with corpses.

They are all different, some are complete, some are incomplete, some are wearing armor, some are wearing cloth, some have normal bodies, and some are twisted and deformed.

At this time, four tall and fat corpses carrying a sedan chair passed by here.

Suddenly, the fingers of one of the corpses trembled, and the trembling gradually spread throughout the body and then to the surrounding corpses.

Bang! The first corpse to tremble slowly stood up. Then countless corpses, like shadow puppets controlled by someone, twisted and turned and stood up from the pool of blood.

They paced at first, and then sped up in various ways to catch up with the fat corpse that was moving farther and farther away in front of them.

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Whoosh, a gust of night wind mixed with the smell of blood and decay was blocked by the tall and heavy fence that suddenly appeared and interrupted the long street.

The tall and heavy fence was made up of a series of miscellaneous items such as stones and wooden boards, with sharp spears sandwiched in the gaps in the middle.

Behind the tall and heavy fences were gang members wearing iron armor, holding long spears and short weapons hanging from their waists.

They were thrusting the scattered spears at their feet into the gaps in the heavy fence ahead.

Behind them were many warriors holding weapons.

On the rooftops of shops on both sides, people with their index fingers on the triggers of their crossbows stared at the silent darkness in the distance.

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Qin Zhiming kicked the door open.

"anyone there!"

The courtyard was empty.

The main room was pitch black.

Qin Zhiming stepped forward quickly and was about to kick the door open again.
Whoosh! He turned his head to avoid the long needle that shot through the door.

"Who dares to break into the Plum Blossom Martial Arts School?!"

Listening to the roar in the room.

Qin Zhiming spoke.

"I am from Fanhai. Someone has broken in. Go out and meet the enemy immediately."

With a creak, the door opened.

A sturdy man with his arms below his knees and his upper body naked walked out of the house.

"What does it have to do with us? Ever since our martial arts school's disciples disappeared without a reason, the Fanhai Gang has stopped giving us money."

Qin Zhiming took out two large silver ingots from his pocket:

"Then I'll give you money. The three of you, follow me."

“There are only two of us here, and one person doesn’t live here.

Xiangyang, take the money."

As the cool sound came from behind the sturdy man, a charming young woman with a wooden hairpin in her hair, wearing a cloth skirt and an expressionless face walked out.

The young woman's clothes were a little messy and her face was a little red.

Lin Xiangyang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and stood there like a piece of wood, motionless.

The young woman didn't care and reached out to take the silver ingot.

"Please wait a moment. I'll go get the weapon."

After the young woman put the silver ingot back into the house, she changed into a pair of black tights.

Long cloth bags are tied around the arms, thighs, and waist.

She patted Lin Xiangyang who was still standing there.

"Go get some needles. Get some more."

After saying this, Lin Xiangyang turned around and walked into the house.

Soon, he walked out of the house with a long cloth bag tied to his body.

"Let's go."

Staring at Qin Zhiming's back, the young woman walked to Lin Xiangyang.

"Drug me? You're too naive.

He had the desire but not the courage to do it, so he took off his clothes for half an hour.

You made me sleep for a while, I will punish you when I come back."

Lin Xiangyang paused, gave a wry smile, and quickly caught up with the young woman who was walking side by side with Qin Zhiming.

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Looking at the defense line not far away, Jiang Yuan's thoughts emerged.

The millions of people in the territory had no time to escape, and could not escape.

If I were caught by the zombies, it would be fine if I died, but I’m afraid I’d join the zombie horde after death.

So Jiang Yuan ordered the people to stay at home.

Incense ashes were sprinkled at the doors and windows, and in every room there was a member of the Fanhai Gang holding a fire starter and a candle to ward off evil spirits.

Once an accident occurs, these people from the Fanhai Gang will use exorcism candles to drive away the zombies.

Not only that, Jiang Yuan also ordered his gang members to surround Yong'an Street with incense ash.

The zombies were forced to keep moving forward until they encountered a heavy fence.

However, these are only stopgap measures, and it is the warriors who truly determine victory or defeat.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan looked at the various martial arts gym owners who were guarding him. "I'm sorry to bother you all tonight."

"No trouble. As a warrior, I can't abandon the martial arts school and run away."

An old man with a white beard laughed.

"I can't do it either." "It's just a zombie, nothing special."

The gossip of the crowd diluted the tense atmosphere.

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the darkness in the distance.

"The zombies are coming!"

In the night, a bright light suddenly appeared.

It was a fire starter thrown by someone. It drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground.

The next moment, sparks collided with the kerosene flowing on the ground, and a heavy fence composed of flames took shape in an instant.

In the light of the fire, there was the sound of hurried footsteps, followed by the appearance of a horrifying group of corpses.

Since the flaming fence was several hundred steps away from the stone and wood fence, the several warriors who had just reminded everyone and served as spies stood on the roof and shouted.

"Hold on! Don't panic! The zombies haven't entered the line of fire!"

In an instant, the corpses collided with the flames, and billowing black smoke rose up.

The crackling sounds in the flames made the faces of several warriors acting as spies jump for joy.

But as more and more zombies poured into the line of fire, the line of fire began to weaken gradually.

At the same time, some zombies walked out.

Their clothes and hair were burned by the flames, and their flesh was charred.

The appearance of these charred corpses made the spies frown.

They all took out their hidden weapons and smashed them at the charred corpse.

Unexpectedly, even with their heads smashed through, the charred corpses still ran forward.

"Don't!" One of the spies jumped off the roof despite his companions' dissuasion.

The moment he landed, his right leg turned into a shadow and kicked the two charred corpses to the ground.

He threw two more punches, knocking down two more.

"Look ahead! Come up quickly!"

His companions' shouts made him look forward, and more and more charred corpses walked out of the fire.

Reluctant to give up, he could only grab the rope hanging from the eaves and return to the roof.

"Ready! Eight hundred steps!"

Looking at the fire line that was extinguished by the surging swarm of zombies.

The spies sighed and shouted to the back.

"Six hundred steps!"

Behind the tall and heavy fence, the people on the roofs on both sides had sweaty palms and their breathing became rapid.

"Four hundred steps! Hold on!"

As soon as the spy finished speaking, everyone on the rooftop clearly saw the horde of zombies approaching.

The burnt flesh, the horrible face, the weird movements, all make people terrified.

"Two hundred steps! Shoot!"

"shoot!"

Hearing the spy's roar at the top of his lungs, everyone also shouted out their fear at the same time.

Bang! The crossbow arrow that had been ready to fire whizzed out.

Dense rounds of arrows rained down on the galloping zombies.

It was futile. The corpses stopped and crashed into the heavy fence.

Bang!Bang!
The shaking heavy fence made the people holding spears tremble in their hearts.

A moment later, a pale arm stretched out from the gap in the heavy fence.

Crash, countless spears stabbed forward, turning it into rotten bones and flesh.

Slowly, the vibrating heavy fence began to make an unsettling creaking sound, and more and more limbs stretched out from the gaps.

"prick!"

The members of the Iron Armor Gang didn't care about that. They just knew that if anything got over the heavy fence, they would stab out with their spears.

At this time, the spy who was farthest from the heavy fence vaguely saw a figure moving in the darkness.

The next moment, countless weird zombies stepped into the flames.

Some had extra arms under their armpits, some had their hands replaced by double heads, and some had their limbs replaced by bone knives. . .

"Be careful of the monster corpse!"

As the spy finished speaking, he heard the sound of wind in his ears.

Puff! He looked at the bone knife that came out of his abdomen in astonishment.

Swish! The knife corpse jumped onto the roof and shook his arms. The spy suddenly broke into pieces like tattered clothes and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)