Honkai Impact: Send your sister to World Snake at the beginning

"If you can't do it, let's go back."

"No, no, we've already come this far. It's not far from the location I inquired about. I'm really not willing to go and see it with my own eyes." Although the little fat man was scared to death, he still firmly wanted to see it. Are there really zombies?

Fu Xia: "Oh, it was obviously you who asked me to come, but you are so scared. How embarrassing."

Little Fatty: "I just didn't dare to come alone, so I called you here. If I really encounter a zombie, I may not be your opponent. Safety first, just be embarrassed."

Many people are scared to death, but still like to watch ghost movies for excitement. Little Fatty is this kind of person. If he really encounters a zombie, the little fat man will probably be as good as Mr. Ye and run far away.

While the two were talking, they had gone a long way. The area was eerily quiet, and the only light left was the flashlights in their hands.

"It is rumored that this is where an old man heard strange noises at night, like human roars." The little fat man took a flashlight and scanned the surroundings, and breathed a sigh of relief. There should be no zombies. "It seems to be a lie. It's probably a prank someone made to gain traffic. Damn it, I was fooled by such fake news. It's true."

"Fu Xia, let's go, Fu Xia?" the little fat man called, but did not hear Fu Xia's response. He turned around and looked.

Fu Xia stared at one spot with some doubts in his eyes.

"What's wrong? What did you find?" the little fat man asked nervously, his eyes constantly scanning the place where Fu Xia was staring, but he saw nothing.

"Yeah." Fu Xia nodded. "I have a familiar feeling that something is about to appear."

The little fat man was very frightened when he heard this. Seeing that Fu Xia still refused to leave, he stayed loyally with his legs swaying.

There was a strange noise in the distance, which made the two of them even more nervous.

"How about we go back." The little fat man hesitated and said this. It’s better not to see zombies or anything like that. Curiosity killed the cat and your life is at stake.

"Swish."

Something was moving in the grass ahead. The two of them stared at the grass as if facing a formidable enemy. No one in the old city knows how to prune plants. The weeds have grown half as tall as a person and are so densely packed that it is impossible to see what is hidden inside.

"Meow……"

A black cat jumped out of the grass, glanced at the two of them, and jumped away quickly.

"Huh, I was scared to death. What did I think it was? It turned out to be just a cat." The little fat man patted his chest with lingering fear and breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, not just black cats." Fu Xia looked at the grass, which was still moving.

There was a strange roar, and the little fat man hid behind Fu Xia, nervous.

"What's this?!"

The light of the flashlight seemed so weak in the darkness, and two flashlights shone on the grass.

A strange "creature" emerged from the grass. It had white hair and tattered clothes. It held a huge scythe in its hand and stared at the two of them with orange eyes.

"I'm going to get away, zombies!" With a shout, the little fat man ran away far away. It was his conscience to pull Fu Xia's clothes at such a moment, trying to escape with him.

"Huh?" Hot blood hit his brain, and he was stunned for a moment. Only then did the little fat man realize that he did not run back. Fu Xia stood there motionless, unable to pull him at all.

"What are you doing? Run quickly. Look at that scythe. If you don't run away, your life will be determined here."

Fu Xia shook his head, looking a little dazed. Looking at the dead man, he spoke.

"I seem to have thought of something. This guy is not called a zombie, but a dead soldier. This one is a guarding dead soldier."

The little fat man was so anxious that he couldn't do anything to his friend. He wouldn't allow himself to leave his friend and run away. Could it be possible that he could only knock him out and fight him away?

Just when the little fat man was brewing some dangerous thoughts in his mind, he saw an incredible scene. Fu Xia stepped towards the dead soldier.

While walking, Fu Xia said something. The little fat man's brain was shut down, and he stood there for a while, unable to move.

"This kind of dead soldier is a basic dead soldier unit. It has a weak desire to attack and a large forward movement. It can dodge when the sickle is swung down. If it is not surrounded, it can basically be easily dealt with."

Under the horrified expression of the little fat man, Fu Xia walked in front of the dead man.

At this time, as if the dead man had just discovered him, he raised his sickle and struck him straight down.

The sickle shone coldly under the light of the flashlight, and it looked like it was no ordinary weapon.

There is no feeling of obstruction when cutting through weeds, and the sickle cuts all the places it cuts.

The little fat man looked frightened. At the critical moment, Fu Xia took a step to the right and avoided the path of the sickle.

The dead man picked up the sickle again and cut it across in front of him. The attack range was a semicircle.

Fu Xia just took a step back and left the attack range of the sickle.

Next, as if he was toying with the dead soldier, Fu Xia moved left and right, narrowly dodging the moment the sickle was about to hit him every time.

The little fat man no longer worried about Fu Xia's safety at this time. He watched the performance in front of him with wide eyes and excitement. Yes, it was just like a performance. The sharp sickle of the dead man was like a toy in Fu Xia's eyes.

The little fat man felt like he was watching a martial arts blockbuster, in full 3D, and seeing Fu Xia's relaxed and carefree look actually gave him the illusion that I could do it too. However, the fierce attack of the dead man immediately made him realize the reality. His eyes could hardly follow the trajectory of the scythe. How could his body avoid it?

The dead soldiers were like emotionless killing machines, slashing repeatedly, although none of the attacks were effective.

Fu Xia was still dodging, and the boxing skills he had developed this year came into play. With his eyesight, he could analyze the dead man's next move and avoid it.

"Sure enough, the front movement is very big. As long as you see its movement, you can judge its next attack. The information in its head is actually true. Where does it come from."

It lasted for a long time, and Fu Xia was a little tired of it. There were only so many attacks from the dead soldiers, which did not pose any threat to him at all.

"When I first saw you, I thought you could make me feel the pressure, but it turns out you are just that capable."

When the dead man swung the sickle, his old strength had just been exhausted and the new power had not yet been regenerated. Fu Xia took a step forward, got close to the dead man's body, and with a simple grab, the dead man let go of the sickle, and the sickle fell to the ground. After kicking the dead soldier away, Fu Xia picked up the sickle and looked at the weapon carefully.

The dead soldier lost his weapon and kept rushing towards Fu Xia like crazy, but he was easily kicked away by Fu Xia every time.