Chapter 1095
Zhang Xiaohou with Amnesia
A ghoul, larger than a normal corpse, with an unnatural bluish-purple complexion and sharp, black fingernails, was frantically attacking the villagers.
It is swift and incredibly strong. The weapons of ordinary villagers can only leave shallow white marks on its body, while a single claw strike can disembowel a person!
Several villagers were lying on the ground, their blood staining the muddy ground.
The old village chief lay not far from the undead, a horrific penetrating wound in his chest. The earthen-yellow magical light had long since extinguished, and his fate was unknown.
"Stop it!"
Seeing this, Su Xiaoluo's eyes turned red, and she ran desperately toward the winch of the nearest tree stump fence.
By simply lowering that heavy fence, we can temporarily separate the spirits and buy some time.
However, the bluish-purple undead seemed to possess a certain level of intelligence. It suddenly turned its head, its scarlet eyes locking onto Su Xiaoluo, who was running towards the winch!
It let out a piercing shriek, abandoned the villagers in front of it, and pounced on Su Xiaoluo like a cheetah on all fours! Its speed was astonishing!
"Xiao Luo! Watch out!" the villagers exclaimed.
Su Xiaolu heard the wind behind her and turned around to see the claws of the undead almost within reach! She could even smell the stench and death emanating from them! Despair gripped her heart in an instant.
At this critical moment—
"Firestorm - Burst!"
A slightly awkward roar rang out from the side!
A blazing fireball roared out and struck precisely in the path of the undead's attack!
"boom!"
The fireball exploded, and the intense heat and impact caused the undead to stagger, veering off course and grazing past Su Xiaoluo, knocking her to the ground in a close call!
The one who cast the magic was a young man who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with dark skin and a strong physique.
His face was flushed, and the afterglow of fire magic still lingered in his hands. He was Hong Jun, one of the villagers who had found and rescued Zhang Xiaohou earlier.
He had always secretly loved Su Xiaoluo, a kind and capable village doctor.
"Xiao Luo! Are you alright?!"
Hong Jun rushed over to help Su Xiaoluo up, asking her with concern while keeping a wary eye on the undead that had regained its footing and was now even more enraged.
"I'm fine, thank you."
Su Xiaoluo was still in shock when she looked at Hong Jun, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes.
Hong Jun stood in front of Su Xiaoluo, watching the undead rushing towards him again. He gritted his teeth, and his magic surged once more.
"Again! Flame Burst!"
Another fireball shot out.
But the undead seemed to have developed some resistance to the fire, or perhaps it was because the rain was gradually getting heavier, with large raindrops pattering down, greatly weakening the fireball's power.
The fireball exploded on the undead, only blowing off a small portion of the rotting flesh from its shoulder, revealing the dark, twisted bones inside, but it did not stop its charge!
Damn it!
Hong Jun's expression changed. He didn't have much magic power to begin with, and releasing two fire bursts in a row had already pushed him close to his limit.
The undead roared, their bodies billowing black smoke from the flames, yet they charged forward even more fiercely, their target being Hong Jun and Su Xiaoluo behind him!
That stance clearly indicated they were going to tear them both apart!
Despair flashed in Hong Jun's eyes, and he subconsciously pushed Su Xiaoluo further behind him.
The vengeful claws, reeking of stench and death, were about to tear through Hong Jun's chest.
"Rock Barrier - Phosphorus Stone!"
A low, aged voice, full of authority and anger, rang out!
Several sharp, yellowish-brown rocks slammed into the undead from the side like cannonballs.
It was the old village chief who had just been ambushed and seriously injured. He struggled to sit up at some point and, with his last bit of magical energy, unleashed his strongest mid-level earth magic.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The impact of the rock was extremely strong, blasting the bluish-purple undead into the air. It crashed into a nearby earthen wall, buried under rubble and bricks, twitched a couple of times, and finally stopped moving.
The crisis is temporarily over.
Hong Jun and Su Xiaoluo collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, their faces filled with lingering fear. The villagers rushed over to treat the wounded and check on the village chief's injuries.
As time passed, the residents of Luohua Village gathered the remains of the deceased villagers in the center of the village and burned them.
Half an hour later.
The village entrance was tightly shut by a simple fence made of thick wooden stakes and thorns.
On the watchtower, two villagers wrapped in tattered cotton-padded coats were nervously looking out. When they saw the approaching troop in the distance, they immediately rang the alarm bell.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The brief silence was broken by the sharp, muffled tolling of the bells.
A commotion immediately broke out in the village, with more villagers carrying makeshift weapons.
pitchforks, machetes, and even hoes surged behind the fence, watching the suddenly appearing, clearly battle-hardened group with bated breath.
"Halt! Who are you?!"
A middle-aged man with gray hair and a face etched with the marks of time stood behind the fence and demanded an explanation in a stern voice.
His aura was calm and composed, clearly indicating that he was a level 3 beginner earth mage.
The leading mage stepped forward to negotiate, displaying the emblem of the Magic Association and explaining his purpose.
Investigate the unusual movements of the dead, search for missing persons, and request permission to enter the village for rest.
When they heard that "Yangyang Village had mysteriously disappeared," the old village chief and the surrounding villagers all changed their expressions.
The fence slowly opened, and the procession entered Luohua Village amidst the villagers' wary yet curious gazes.
The village was small, with low, dilapidated houses, muddy streets, and an air thick with the smells of animal dung, herbs, and smoke.
The atmosphere here was oppressive and tense, with everyone's face bearing a lingering fear and exhaustion.
Upon arriving here, Fu Ye immediately detected the strong stench of blood.
If nothing unexpected happens, a group of people must have just died here.
Not long after.
Fu Ye then led He Yu and Mo Fan to a secluded little mud house.
The mud-brick house was dimly lit and filled with the bitter smell of herbs.
A young woman dressed in coarse cloth, with delicate features, was squatting in front of the stove brewing medicine; she was the village doctor, Su Xiaoluo.
Hearing hurried footsteps, she looked up in surprise.
When He Yu and Mo Fan rushed into the house and saw the person sitting on the straw mat in the corner, they were struck dumb and froze on the spot.
That's Zhang Xiaohou.
He was dressed in the coarse cloth clothes of a villager, and his body was wrapped in many bandages. The most shocking thing was his face.
From the back of the left head, diagonally extending to the left cheek, there is an extremely hideous, deep scar that reveals the bone.
The scar looked as if it had been torn apart by a sharp claw or blunt object, with the skin and flesh turned outwards. Although it had scabbed over, it was still bright red and twisted, almost ruining half of his face.
But that's not the most heartbreaking part.
Zhang Xiaohou sat there blankly, his eyes vacant, staring blankly at He Yu and Mo Fan who rushed in, his face expressionless, as if he were looking at two strangers.
He didn't even show the slightest reaction to the excruciating pain on his face (such a wound couldn't possibly be painless), he just stared blankly into space.
"Xiao Hou!!!" He Yu cried out in anguish, rushing over to hug him. (End of Chapter)