Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

There would be severe droughts wherever he went and he drank blood, so ordinary people would just be slaughtered.

He’ll definitely end up persecuted after running amok.

However, this drought demon still needed to drink blood?

Only low-level zombies sucked blood. The drought demon should already be above this.

Ning Shu stuffed the rest of her food into her mouth and stared at the drought demon.

The drought demon stared at Ning Shu and a grunting sound came from his throat.

If she had intelligence pills, she would give a couple to this thing.

In the future, she should also exchange for a few intelligence pills before each mission. In case she encountered a creature like this with low IQ and was unable to communicate, she could just stuff a couple intelligence pills into it.

She was now an advanced task-taker. Anything could happen in advanced planes and she could encounter even more bizarre worlds.

There would be all kinds of weird species.

Ning Shu was a bit speechless. Zombies in the romance novel plane could be so beautiful that even the heavens would be jealous. Why were they so ugly here?

If the male protagonist had looked like this, with a green face and fangs and sounding like there was old phlegm in his throat that he couldn’t spit out…

No girls would be able to fangirl over the romance.

Ning Shu decided to take a break. She was too tired.

She put the talisman paper on her forehead and planned to take a nap. After a short while, she opened her eyes and glanced over.

The drought demon was still sitting nearby and staring at Ning Shu.

Ning Shu was no longer afraid of the drought demon. Maybe he wasn’t looking at her, it was just that his eyes were unfocused and looking in her direction.

Ning Shu closed her eyes again. She didn’t know how long it had been since she’d properly rested. Since this place was always as bright as day, she couldn’t feel the passage of time at all.

Ning Shu was startled from her sleep. She looked around but didn’t see the drought demon.

Where did he go?

Ning Shu hurriedly looked behind herself, afraid that the drought demon was sneaking up on her from behind.

He wasn’t there either.

He didn’t leave, right?

Ning Shu took the talisman paper off her forehead and ran towards the stone doors. There were scratches all over them and one of them had been forced open.

Ning Shu was overjoyed and hurriedly left. She waded through the flooded passage and arrived at the tomb’s entrance. Ning Shu mobilized her spiritual energy and used the walls to jump out of the tomb. The sky was lit with the last glimmers of sunset and hazy moonlight covered the sky like muslin.

She was finally out. Ning Shu took a deep breath and enjoyed the taste of freedom!

She and Gu Rui were the only people left from those who’d gone into the tomb. Ning Shu now understood that everyone Gu Rui brought, except for his own subordinates, were basically there to be used.

Mo Juechen was stupid and naive. He thought he could get a secret martial arts manual, but he was sacrificed.

Cheng Mingzi, the old Taoist priest, rushed over for the world origin. However, he knew the specific location of the tomb, so there was no way Gu Rui would let him leave alive, let alone give him treasures.

Sure enough, Gu Rui was the most ruthless.

The most important thing now was to go back to the Fang family’s home. Ning Shu feared that Gu Rui thought she was dead and took over everything in the house.

Her family had a non-trivial amount of wealth. It was everything the old man had worked hard for all his life.

Ning Shu turned around and saw the drought demon standing not far from away. He was carrying a man, who looked like a hunter, on his shoulders.

Ning Shu: Σ(°△°|||)︴

She hurriedly took out the talisman paper and raised it towards the drought demon. She slowly backed away and prepared to run.

Escaping was the most important thing. Who cared about what happened to this drought demon.

The drought demon put down the man on his shoulders and the man fell to the ground with a ‘thud.’ Ning Shu glanced at the hunter.

The man was still alive, but he’d fainted.

Could it be that the drought demon wanted to bring the person back to the tomb to enjoy his meal?