Although I can't understand the words, Qin Luo also knew that the strangeness of this village must have come from this big tree.

But he had already checked around, and there were bare everywhere around here, not to mention towering trees, even low shrubs could not be seen.

It seems that I am going to go back to the haunted wooden house and take a look. Maybe I can find some clues there.

After making up his mind, Qin Luo was about to leave, but found that there were shadows on the window, and many stiff figures were slowly moving outside.

He walked to the window gently, slowly lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked at it with a corpse lying on the window.

When the corpse saw the living person, he immediately roared, clenched his fists and knocked on the window desperately, and the thin transparent crystal was smashed into pieces.

"How did this turn into a Resident Evil?" Qin Luo took off the 98k on his back with a wry smile, "Of course, it's better to fight zombies with a rifle!"

Two dead corpses scrambled to climb into the window, but they were stuck firmly on it. Their claws almost made him laugh.

"I hope You and the others were not captured by this group of blokes. If so, it would be too embarrassing..."

He retreated directly to the bedroom door, pushed the purple-gold 792 bullet into the chamber, then aimed at the window and gently pulled the plate machine.

"Boom!"

A large area of ​​fire instantly swallowed half of the wooden house and a large group of corpses wandering outside. Countless wood chips and broken limbs fell like raindrops, and Qin Luo crawled out of the half-dead bedroom.

"Ahem, cough, cough, it seems that I still underestimate the power of the purple gold bullet..."

He grabbed the snow on the ground and wiped his face randomly. Qin Luo carried his gun toward the big wooden house. On the way, there were occasionally a few dead corpses trying to attack, but they were all broken by him with green bullets.

"If you have the ability, come out to fight alone. What kind of birds are there for sending these shrimp soldiers and crab generals?" Qin Luo shouted as he walked, "If you don't come out, labor and capital will take your nest. I see how you can tolerate it."

Unfortunately, there was no response at all. Apart from the roars of the corpses, there was only the whistling north wind left.

The village is not big. In less than a while, he came to the front of the big wooden house. He strode up the steps and aimed at the door curtain.

"My God~"

However, the back was empty, and the two dead corpses just now had disappeared. Qin Luo, who had kicked the empty ones, came directly with a standard one-line horse, and a dull neigh came from his trousers.

Qin Luo took a deep breath of air conditioning, and he couldn't get up on the ground for a long time. He felt that his butt was about to lose consciousness. Fortunately, there were no corpses in the wooden house taking the opportunity to attack, otherwise he would have become the first time traveler in history to die of cheating. How embarrassing would it be...

After slapped himself in a green light, Qin Luo stood up tremblingly, grinning at the environment inside the room.

The first thing that caught my eye was rows of neatly timbered wooden chairs, with a walkway in the middle, and a tall square table at the bottom. This decoration looks a bit like a Western chapel, but the only difference is the Cross of Uncle Ye behind the square table.

The light inside the house was very dark. Qin Luo condensed the power of chaos in his left hand and slowly walked towards the table with the light. The benches on both sides were covered with black hip marks. It seemed that the dead corpses outside were supposed to be sitting on the chair just now.

Could it be that they are villagers?

But why did they become a dead corpse with holes again? Is it really related to the big tree on the painting?

The most important thing is where the four beauties and two little pets went...

After walking all over the house, I still found no clues. The four people and two beasts seemed to have evaporated from the world.

"Rush..."

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound like raindrops around, as if countless insects and ants were crawling, and the sound gradually grew from far to near and louder.

Qin Luo listened with his ears sideways for a while, and the sound seemed to be everywhere. The noise came from his feet the most. He lay down to hear clearly what it was. His face had just been pressed onto the wooden floor, and the rustling sound had stopped abruptly, and the wooden house immediately returned to a quiet state.

After a while, Qin Luo simply raised his kitchen knife and chopped it down. Before the blade touched the wooden board, a dark tentacle suddenly penetrated through the gap and stabbed him in the eyes with lightning speed.

Qin Luo, who had been alert to the ground, instantly entered the state of bright light. After a cold and cold light flashed, his tentacles broke in the waist and fell to the floor and twisted like a water snake. The remaining half spurted out a stream of green mucus from the fracture, and then quickly retracted into the gap.

Qin Luo looked down and saw that the skin of the tentacle was rough, looking like a tree root. The mucus that emitted a pungent smell immediately dripped on the ground, and a small hole appeared. This corrosiveness comparable to the strong acid made him very afraid.

Qin Luo instantly imagined the image of the tree demon grandmother in the Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl. Could it be that the weird big tree has become a spirit and is hiding under this big wooden house now?

Before he could think about it, seven or eight tentacles stretched out on the floor, and the ceiling on the wall was densely packed everywhere, and in an instant he was surrounded.

No wonder those dead corpses are full of small holes. It seems that these tentacle-like roots are the culprits.

Qin Luo snorted coldly, waving the kitchen knife in his hand without any leakage, cutting off large areas of tentacles like mowing grass. Although there are many enemies, they are more than one level lower than the Wen family's sword arsenal formation in the sword tomb, so naturally they can't do anything to him.

Although the tentacles were not threatening, the green mucus splashed everywhere made his face change. If this continues, he will even lose his footing.

"Woooooooooooooo~"

The nine-tailed silver fox cried out suddenly from the roof, and the tentacles around him suddenly stopped, and then they fell heavily to the ground and could not move.

Qin Luo's heart was as bright as a mirror. It must be that the Silver Fox activated the gravity control and took the opportunity to turn the kitchen knife in his hand into a afterimage. The thick wooden wall suddenly flew over, and a gap that allowed people to enter and exit was immediately revealed.

After getting out of the big wooden house, the snow outside was still rising. Qin Luo was about to look up, but the silver fox had already jumped off the roof and rushed into his arms.

"Where did you guy go? Where is Feilang?"

Qin Luo held it and ran and asked.

The silver fox narrowed his eyes, then pointed his butt with his front paws, and the nine big tails that were originally curled together slowly opened, revealing the little orange cat sleeping soundly inside.

"You are awesome!" Qin Lopez extended his thumb in admiration.

Countless long tentacles emerged from under the large wooden house and twisted their bodies desperately in the heavy snow.

With a strange creaking sound, the entire wooden house was supported by more and more tentacles, and it gradually rose to more than ten meters high.

Not only the big wooden houses, but a large number of tentacles emerged under all the wooden houses in the village. They pushed the house into the air and then twisted them together to form thick arms and legs, just like huge tree people.

Qin Luo saw it clearly now. It turned out that these tentacles were originally grown on the wooden house...
Chapter completed!