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Wang Jiajia's body had exhausted most of its strength in the previous battle.

At this time, her face was pale, her breathing was rapid, and she even had difficulty standing.

Judging from the noise, something must have appeared again. Wang Jiajia couldn't help but worry.

She looked up at Chen Yile, her voice trembling with weakness: "Yile, I... I can't hold on any longer."

Chen Yile frowned, secretly anxious.

He quickly looked around, trying to find a safe place for Wang Jiajia to hide temporarily.

His eyes finally fell on a tall tree with lush branches and leaves, enough to cover a person's figure.

"Jia Jia, you go up that tree first," Chen Yile pointed at the tree, his tone firm but full of concern.

"I'll hold it off here. No matter what happens, don't come down here."

Wang Jiajia was stunned for a moment, then nodded, although she was unwilling to leave Chen Yile to face the danger alone.

But she also knew that not only was she unable to help, but she might become a burden to him.

She gritted her teeth and dragged her tired body towards the tree.

Using up the last of his strength, he struggled to climb up the tree and hid among the dense leaves.

After watching Wang Jiajia climb up the tree, Chen Yile felt a little more at ease.

But he also knew that the current crisis was far from over.

He tightly gripped the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, his eyes fixed on the front, and the only sound he could hear was the whistling of the wind in his ears.

The leaves rustled and the air around them grew colder, as if some extremely terrifying existence was approaching.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the bushes, and the thing seemed to be getting closer.

The sound was extremely subtle, but it seemed extremely harsh in this silent environment.

Chen Yile's heartbeat quickened, he held his breath, his palms began to sweat, and he tried his best to stay calm.

Then, the thing finally appeared in his sight.

A tall, dark figure with stiff steps slowly walked out from the bushes.

As it got closer, Chen Yile could see its appearance clearly.

It turned out to be a zombie wearing Qing Dynasty official uniform!

The zombie's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and there was a yellow talisman stuck on his forehead.

Its fingers were as stiff as iron, its nails were black, and it emitted a strong corpse stench.

Chen Yile felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

The barrage of comments exploded instantly, and the audience was shocked by this scene and was speechless:

"Oh my god! Is this... is this a zombie? A zombie from the Qing Dynasty?!"

"Fuck, doesn't this stuff only exist in movies?!"

"There really are zombies! And they're wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms! This is too scary!"

"Brother Chen is in danger! This kind of zombie has iron skin and bones, and ordinary weapons can't do anything to it!"

"Run! Zombies are coming!"

"No! Brother Chen can't just leave Sister Jiajia and run away!"

"What should we do now? Will the demon-subduing pestle be useful?"

Every step the zombie took was like a heavy blow on Chen Yile's heart. He suppressed the fear in his heart, knowing that he had no way out.

Wang Jiajia was still hiding in the tree. If he escaped, Wang Jiajia would be defenseless against this terrifying existence.

Although the zombies' steps are stiff, their speed is not slow.

It slowly approached, and Chen Yile felt a growing sense of oppression.

He gritted his teeth, gripped the demon-subduing pestle tightly in his hand, and decided to strike first.

He suddenly shouted, raised the demon-subduing pestle, and smashed it hard at the zombie's chest.

The demon-subduing pestle hit the zombie, making a dull sound.

Chen Yile felt like he had hit a hard rock, and his arms were numb from the shock.

However, the zombies were hardly affected and continued to advance towards him step by step.

"Damn it! This thing's skin is too thick!" Chen Yile cursed inwardly.

He swung the pestle again, hitting the zombie's head and chest, and even tried to hit its knees, trying to knock it down.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the zombie's body was still as hard as iron and could not be knocked down at all.

The zombie's eyes suddenly opened, revealing two deathly gray pupils, staring straight at Chen Yile.

Chen Yile was startled and took a step back. Suddenly, he felt a strong yin energy coming towards him.

The zombie swung its hands towards Chen Yile so fast that he was caught off guard.

Chen Yile hurriedly raised the demon-subduing pestle to block, and the zombie's palm hit the demon-subduing pestle, making a harsh metallic collision sound.

The enormous force directly knocked Chen Yile back several steps, almost making him unable to stand steadily.

Before he could react, the zombie's other hand had already grabbed his shoulder like a pair of iron pliers, and its sharp nails pierced his clothes, causing blood to seep out.

"Oh no!" Chen Yile thought to himself.

He felt the hand was so powerful that it almost crushed his shoulder.

He struggled desperately, and with his other hand, he swung the demon-subduing pestle and smashed it hard on the zombie's arm, finally breaking free from its grip.

The zombie let out a low roar, the sound was like it came from hell, it was creepy.

It continued to pounce on Chen Yile, its mouth slightly open, revealing two sharp fangs, as if it wanted to tear the throat of the living person in front of it.

The comments surged again, and the audience held their breath, extremely nervous:

"Oh my god! Brother Chen, be careful! It's going to bite you!"

"Even the demon-subduing pestle is useless, how can we fight this?"

"Is he really made of iron? Is there no way to break through his defense?"

"Brother Chen, run! Find a way!"

"Please, Brother Chen, don't try to force this with such a terrifying thing!"

Chen Yile's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be torn to pieces by this zombie sooner or later.

He tried to calm himself down, his mind racing as he thought of ways to deal with the situation.

Although the demon-subduing pestle is a magical tool for exorcising evil spirits, it is obviously not very effective against this kind of zombie.

Just as he was anxiously thinking about countermeasures, a sudden flash of inspiration came to him.

Maybe we can use the method we used to deal with the shadow just now!

He looked down at the wound on his shoulder, blood still flowing slowly.

He gritted his teeth and decided to take a risk.

He quickly soaked the head of the pestle with his own blood and swung it towards the zombies.

The zombie seemed to sense something was wrong and its movements paused for a moment.

Chen Yile seized the opportunity and smashed the blood-stained demon-subduing pestle on the zombie's head.

The zombie let out a sharp roar and its movements became stiff, as if the blood had some kind of suppressive effect on it.

The barrage instantly boiled:

"It works! Blood works!"

"That's amazing! Brother Chen's blood can suppress it!"

"Seize the opportunity and kill it!"

"Oh my god! This plot is too thrilling!"

Chen Yile felt relieved to see the effect, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

He knew that this kind of zombie was extremely difficult to deal with and he would die if he was not careful.