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He continued to swing the demon-subduing pestle, constantly attacking the zombie's vital parts, trying to completely destroy it.

However, the zombie's body was still extremely strong, and although its movements were slow, it showed no signs of being knocked down.

The zombies' roars became more and more shrill, and their movements became more and more violent, as if they had lost their minds.

It waved its hands wildly, trying to catch Chen Yile, and Chen Yile could only keep retreating, looking for an opportunity to fight back.

At this moment, Chen Yile suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from behind.

He instinctively rolled over and narrowly avoided the zombie's claws.

However, his feet suddenly slipped.

He fell into a hidden tree hole. Fortunately, the hole was not deep. He only stumbled and quickly climbed out.

However, this slide created some distance between him and the zombies, giving him some breathing space.

Chen Yile quickly glanced around and found that he had no way to retreat.

Behind him was a dense forest, and in the darkness he could faintly hear the sound of strange wind, as if more dangers were waiting for him, and in front of him was the zombie approaching step by step.

Although the zombie's movements were slowed down by the suppression of blood, its power and threat were not diminished at all.

Every time he swung his arms, a gust of cold wind blew up, as if it could tear the air apart.

Chen Yile gripped the demon-subduing pestle tightly in his hand, gritted his teeth, and decided to fight to the death.

He knew in his heart that if he fell, Wang Jiajia would definitely not be able to escape the zombies' pursuit, and the consequences would be disastrous. Thinking of this, his eyes became more determined.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind: Yellow Talisman!

The yellow symbol on the zombie's forehead may be its weakness.

Chen Yile knew that he didn't have much time and had to take a gamble.

He calmed himself down, quickly recalled the mantra taught by his master, put the demon-subduing pestle to his lips, whispered a few spells, and then rushed towards the zombies.

The zombie seemed to sense his intention, let out a low growl, raised his hands and pounced towards Chen Yile.

Chen Yile suddenly dodged sideways and used inertia to go behind the zombie.

He gritted his teeth, jumped up with all his strength, and pointed the demon-subduing pestle directly at the zombie's head, aiming at the yellow talisman!

However, just when he was about to succeed, the zombie suddenly turned around, and its sharp nails almost scratched Chen Yile's face.

Chen Yile barely dodged it, his heart beating faster and he could almost feel the breath of death.

The zombie obviously didn't intend to give him a second chance. It growled, opened its mouth wide, revealing its sharp fangs, and bit straight towards him.

At the critical moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Yile's eyes.

He no longer dodged, but rushed forward and thrust his shoulder into the zombie's mouth.

At the same time, he inserted the demon-subduing pestle into the zombie's mouth.

Blood instantly gushed from his shoulder, and the zombie's fangs embedded in his flesh.

But at the same time, the demon-subduing pestle was inserted into the zombie's throat and twisted violently.

The zombie let out a shrill roar, the sound seemed to reach the sky.

Then, Chen Yile used up his last bit of strength to push the demon-subduing pestle upwards, directly piercing the zombie's head.

The zombie's movements instantly stiffened, and its pupils gradually lost focus, as if all its strength had been drained away at that moment.

Chen Yile gasped as he watched the zombies' movements gradually stop.

He covered the wound with one hand and struggled to pull the demon-subduing pestle out of the zombie's head with the other.

The zombie's body then fell backwards and finally fell to the ground, without any movement.

The audience finally breathed a sigh of relief at this point, and comments flooded out like a tide:

"Brother Chen is too fierce! He's simply risking his life!"

"I thought he was really going to be bitten to death, but he actually killed himself!"

"This move is too hardcore! Is his shoulder almost broken?"

"Sister Jiajia is finally safe. My heart is about to burst out!"

"This plot is really too tense. Can Brother Chen still stand up?"

Chen Yile looked at the fallen zombies and knew that the battle was finally over.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but the fatigue of his body and the severe pain of his wounds hit him violently at this moment.

He could no longer hold on and fell to his knees, with the demon-subduing pestle falling beside him.

His vision gradually blurred and the sounds in his ears became muffled.

In the moment before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear Wang Jiajia's anxious cry.

Then, his world fell into darkness.

Wang Jiajia hurriedly climbed down from the tree and rushed to Chen Yile.

Seeing the deep wound on his shoulder, my heart was filled with pain and self-blame.

She quickly tore off her clothes and simply bandaged him to stop the bleeding.

Although she was also very weak at the moment, she held back her tears and did not let herself collapse.

"Chen Yile, hold on!" Wang Jiajia held his hand tightly, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

She knew they still had a long way to go and this was not a safe place.

The comments fell silent again, and the audience was worried about the couple.

At this moment, Wang Jiajia stood up suddenly and forced herself to calm down.

She knew she had to cheer up, not only for herself, but also for Chen Yile in front of her.

She gritted her teeth, helped Chen Yile up, and carried him on her back with difficulty.

Walking towards the woods not far away, there seemed to be a path leading to an unknown direction.

"Come on, Sister Jia Jia! You can do it!"

"You must hold on! Brother Chen and Sister Jiajia must survive!"

"Are there any more dangers waiting for them? It really makes me nervous!"

Chen Yile and Wang Jiajia walked briskly along the forest path.

Although their hearts were still heavy, the current tranquility made them relax a little.

However, this calm did not last long.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the grass, as if something was slowly approaching.

Chen Yile subconsciously took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to block Wang Jiajia.

He stared at the bushes fiercely, ready to strike at any moment.

Just then, a figure jumped out from the bushes.

"Brother Chen, we're finished!" Wang Jiajia was disheartened. She had just encountered a zombie, and another one was coming right away.

That was really the end. She couldn't help, and Chen Yile seemed to have reached his limit.

"Don't do it!" The figure waved his hands hurriedly, his voice sounding a little hurried.

"I'm a human, not a ghost!"

Chen Yile was stunned for a moment, then relaxed his clenched fists and carefully looked at the figure in front of him.

He was a thin man in his twenties.

He was wearing a simple Taoist robe, with a heroic look between his brows, but he also looked a little tired.

"Who are you? There has never been a living person here." Chen Yile remained vigilant and asked in a low voice.

Wang Jiajia also expressed disbelief and sneered.

"Yes, don't lie to us. We have been here for so long and have never seen a living one!"