Fang Xingyang put the dark elf down, held her hand and slowly backed away.

At the same time, he entered the secondary reserve ammunition depot in his mind.

"The system is huge, can this kind of conventional ammunition hurt this thing?"

Fang Xingyang stared intently at the black smoke that was rapidly condensing in front of him and said seriously.

[Ding - [Undead] can be affected by physical attacks, but some undead may be surrounded by a magic field, so the damage caused by physical attacks may be reduced. 】

Fang Xingyang had an idea when he heard that he could be attacked physically.

"Buy 20 steel balls."

[Ding——You have spent 400 ghosts to buy 20 steel balls, and the remaining ghosts are: 16165]

20 steel balls immediately entered Fang Xingyang's portable bullet bag.

Although Fang Xingyang still has more than 20 thunder element bullets and 20 glass beads in his bullet bag, he feels that it is better to use steel balls for the chaotic undead in front of him. After all, steel balls are more durable and will not cause damage when hit.

It shatters after hitting the target.

Ahead, the black mist finally condensed into the shape of a chaotic undead spirit, but it was much smaller than the one Fang Xing Yanggang saw attacking their shop.

He estimated that the Chaos Necromancer in front of him was not the one who attacked their shop, but another Chaos Necromancer, or a clone created by the large Chaos Necromancer.

"Here, what is this? How did it get here?"

The dark elf was still immersed in the joy of finding her family just now, but the sudden change made her dumbfounded, and she still doesn't understand what happened.

"Are you looking for the wrong person? This is not my family!"

Fang Xingyang had a few beads of sweat hanging on his forehead and pulled her behind him.

"I don't know where it came from, but don't run around this time. Your family will be here soon."

After saying that, Fang Xingyang raised his hand and fired two shots.

The two steel balls hit the body of the Chaos Undead, directly shattering the bones in its body. The tentacle without the support of the bones immediately collapsed, giving Fang Xingyang and the Dark Elf a chance to escape.

Fang Xingyang pulled her and ran in the direction of the building in his memory, but before he could run a few steps, the dark elf grabbed him from behind.

Just as Fang Xingyang was about to turn around and ask what happened, he saw the dark elf taking off his shirt.

"Drink...I can't run anymore...let me fly for a while..."

After saying that, the small wings behind her flapped rapidly, and the whole elf flew up.

Fang Xingyang swallowed, "You, don't fly around... I'll lead the way for you."

After saying that, he led the dark elf and ran out of the alley where he was, looking up and seeing the familiar building.

The black brick and stone exterior walls stand tall among this building complex, and inside the high walls are two Gothic-style spiers...

This is it. If Fang Xingyang guessed correctly, behind this high wall, there should be a doghouse.

But on this high wall, there was no door that would allow him to enter the backyard of the sorcerer's house.

He successfully led the dark elf to a dead end, and it was a dead end that was only separated by a wall from the destination.

When Fang Xingyang was raising his head and wondering how to get in, the roar like a low sonic weapon appeared again.

"Ahhh! It's coming after me. It's so scary!"

The dark elf was so frightened that he instinctively flew upwards, leaving Fang Xingyang standing in the alley blocked by a high wall, with a look on his face (′ー`)?

"Take me with you!" Fang Xingyang shouted to the dark elf, and a sharp blast of wind suddenly burst in front of him.

Poof——

It felt like he was knocked away by something. Before he could recover, he was nailed to the wall behind him by a sharp black weapon.

[Ding - It is detected that the host body has suffered serious penetrating injuries, and the movement speed bonus of the [Bloody Massacre] state has been changed to a defense bonus! 】

Above Fang Xingyang's head, the dark elf seemed to be frightened by this bloody scene. She floated above Fang Xingyang, her horrified eyes sometimes looking at the long thorn pierced in Fang Xingyang's belly, and sometimes looking towards them slowly.

The approaching Chaos Undead...

She knew that this was something she couldn't handle.

She swooped down from the air and tried to grab Fang Xingyang's clothes and take him away.

But Fang Xingyang's body was already nailed to the wall by the long thorn. As soon as she exerted force, Fang Xingyang's facial features twisted together in pain.

[Ding—Severe internal bleeding has been detected! Your life is under great threat!]

The system's broadcast was interrupted by two dull sounds of firing. Even if Fang Xingyang was pinned to the wall, his hand speed as a "quick shooter" would not be affected.

I saw him clenching his teeth, and his left hand quickly shuttled between his waist and the flintlock gun...

Boom boom! Boom boom! Boom boom...

The amount of ammunition in the portable ammunition bag suddenly dropped sharply. At this time, Fang Xingyang no longer cared about what bullets were fired.

All he can do now is to finish this wave of fire coverage before the Chaos Undead takes action again, because his body cannot withstand the next attack!

In front of him, the location where the Chaos Undead was originally located has been shrouded in smoke and dust.

"Hey, let me see who this is?"

Above their heads, a charming voice suddenly sounded.

Looking up, I saw a stunning-looking woman sitting at the top of the spire-shaped building, looking at everything happening behind her home.

"Little brother, it seems that you are in trouble... Now that we are all in my backyard, all you need to do is open your mouth and shout, and I will come, right? But you are still as cold as ever..."

As the witchcraft master spoke, he opened the small window and poked his head out, seeing the dark elf next to Fang Xingyang.

"Ah! This... such a cute little guy doesn't look like a little sister. Is it possible..."

"Stop talking nonsense, sister, I brought my baby to join you, help me..."

Fang Xingyang wailed, watching the smoke and dust in front of him gradually dissipate, and the chaotic undead spirit that had been destroyed by his round of fire was reassembling its body.

"How can such a little thing... pose a threat to you? Where is the magic weapon I gave you last time?"

Fang Xingyang thought of the witchcraft doll pinned to his lower back.

He also wanted to use it for self-defense, but where did the other party give him a chance? He couldn't even get close to the body of the Chaos Necromancer, and he couldn't get the "token" from the Chaos Necromancer and stuff it into the heart of the witchcraft doll...

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"You, don't be afraid... as long as I'm here, you'll be fine soon!"

The dark elf finally came to his senses, lying under him and spitting at his wound.

Above, a black rope stretched out from the small attic window.

"Oh... Really, you can come in directly through the gate, but you have to climb over the wall and drill out the window this way. What will you say to the neighbors if they see it..."

From the attic came the shy whining of the conjurer.

With the saliva of the dark elf, Fang Xingyang gritted his teeth and pulled out the black thorn.

In the alley, the broken body of the Chaos Undead was about to be put back together. Fang Xingyang grabbed the rope thrown by the magician and tried to pull up his tired body.

"Watch it, I'll tell you how to use the witch doll."

The voice of the sorcerer came from the attic, and at the same time, Fang Xingyang once again heard the sound of the chaotic undead behind him waving its long thorns.

Before he could climb up, the sharp sound of breaking wind struck from behind again.

Almost at the same time, Fang Xingyang saw a witchcraft doll thrown out of the small attic above his head.

The long black thorns pierced the witchcraft doll in the air, and in an instant, the alley was filled with roaring sounds as if a helicopter was parked above.

Fang Xingyang reached out and grabbed the window sill of the attic of the sorcerer's house. The dark elf held his legs underneath and forced him in through the small window...

In the attic, the conjurer was standing in front of another window looking out of the room, with a serious look on her face that was very inconsistent with her temperament.

"Little brother, it seems that you have really caused me a big trouble this time... In this case, do you count as entrusting me?"

Fang Xingyang lay on the ground sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

"Forget it...I brought my baby to join you today. It's up to you to decide how to deal with it..."

He was pale and breathing heavily, waiting for the dark elf's saliva to repair the wound.

At this time, it was good enough to survive, and he didn't care what conditions the sorcerer would put forward. Even if he was squeezed out of his life later, it would be better than dying now.
Chapter completed!