I made myself the protagonist

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Blood flowed everywhere along Pan Rong's arm, leaving a long bloodstain on the ground.

Following the smell of blood, the zombie turned around and jumped over. With a sudden leap, it landed less than three meters behind Pan Rong in an instant.

Seeing this, Zhao Sicheng immediately held his breath.At this time, he could no longer force himself to stand out. Seeing the zombies leave, he stumbled to his feet and ran towards where Ling Yun and the others were, trying to gather the strength of other companions to find a solution.

Run, can't stop.I must have a way... I must be able to get rid of this monster!
Pan Rong herself didn't know how to deal with the zombie in front of her, but if she didn't lure it away, everyone would be killed by it.

There was still some time before dawn, and hiding alone would not be able to make it to the end of the mission.Now she can only gamble on whether Ling Yun and Su Li, two smart people, can find a way to solve the mission!

Pan Rong was breathing rapidly, and the severe pain from all over her body made her movements more and more sluggish.

Her mind was still full of complicated and confused thoughts, she staggered in the dark, and accidentally stepped on the steps under her feet.

Pan Rong exclaimed, and rolled down the dozens of steps to the ground in embarrassment. Her lower body felt numb from the pain before, and could no longer move.

"I can't, I seem to have... reached the limit..."

Pan Rong struggled and climbed a few steps forward, until a huge footstep "boom" landed not far behind her, she was startled suddenly, and froze on the spot.

Sure enough... can I only go here?

With tears in her eyes, Pan Rong closed her eyes tremblingly, preparing to face death.

However, the pain of being torn apart as imagined did not appear. At the moment when the black sharp nails were about to pierce Pan Rong's body, a wooden stick studded with iron nails mixed with strong wind hit him heavily. On the back of the zombie's neck.

"it's not finished yet!"

Ling Yun jumped down from the steps, with both arms exerted strength, he grasped the wooden stick and swung violently: the iron nails scratched the zombie's criss-crossed face covered with gullies, and together with the bluish-black blood and minced flesh, it hit A few sharp fangs fell out of the zombie's mouth.

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Su Li and Zhao Sicheng limped and rushed out. They each held one end of the ink line, and ran in opposite directions with the zombie's location as the center, and soon trapped it again.

"You... why are you back..."

When Pan Rong saw her companion, she was both happy and moved.

The zombie wanted to break free again, but white smoke rose from its skin and flesh, making it howl in pain.This time, the ink thread was soaked in rooster blood, specially used to restrain the female ghost in its body.

"This time we are cultivating both material and law, I want to see how you escape!"

Zhao Sicheng gritted his teeth, seeing Pan Rong who was almost sacrificed for everyone not far away, all kinds of complicated emotions rushed into his heart.

He held the ink thread in his hand, watched the blood dripping from his palm, and muttered something.

"Fatty, are you crazy?!"

Ling Yun restrained the zombie, and after hearing Zhao Sicheng's movement, he immediately realized that he was going to use his last life as a bargaining chip to use the third blood spell.

However, Ling Yun wanted to stop it, but it was too late.A red light flashed, Zhao Sicheng tilted his body and fell heavily to the ground.

He raised his head with difficulty, and smiled miserably at Ling Yun.

The moment he lost consciousness, the ink line stained with Zhao Sicheng's blood quickly pulled away.

The zombie roared, shaking Su Li away from the other end. Su Li hit the back of his head heavily against the wall, and because of the concussion, he vomited out disgustingly.

But even so, she still held the ink thread stubbornly, trying to stand up from the ground again.

There was a fierce light in the zombie's eyes, and he turned around and was about to pounce on Su Li.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Yun waved the weapon in his hand to try to stop the opponent.The zombie's attention was attracted by him, and he stretched out his iron-like right hand, directly grabbed Ling Yun's neck, and lifted him in front of him.

Ling Yun swung the wooden stick and threw it at the zombie with the last of his strength, but it blocked it with the other left arm.

With a backhand twist from the zombie, Ling Yun's entire right arm was torn off in unison, and a large amount of black blood immediately flowed out from the wound. The corrosion of the corpse poison and the pain of the broken arm made him howl uncontrollably.

The sharp nails pierced Ling Yun's body, and with a wave of the zombie's right hand, Ling Yun's whole body was thrown to the wall like a piece of rag.

"I...I can't die..."

Looking at his seriously injured companions not far away, Ling Yun was filled with grief and indignation, and the hopelessness of being powerless ate away at his last will.

The blood loss made him feel dizzy and his body became colder and colder; the wound seemed to be burned by fire, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up under the pain.

Ling Yun fell into a pool of blood, took out the bottle of expensive healing potion from his bosom with difficulty, and drank it down.

The potion stopped the blood from the wound in time, but it couldn't stop the corpse poison from spreading.

"Kang Dang" "Kang Dang"

Just when his consciousness was dissociated, Ling Yun vaguely heard a series of crisp metal impacts.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and in his sight, an iron chain exuding black mist suddenly protruded from the darkness and wrapped around the zombie's neck.

At the end of the iron chain, the purple-robed ghost squinted his eyes, held the roster in his left hand, and pulled it lightly with his right.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yun saw the female ghost being pulled out of the zombie's body by the iron chain.

Is this... summoned by Zhao Sicheng? !

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the soul-detaining ghost took the roster back to his waist, and regardless of what happened next, he directly dragged the female ghost struggling frantically at the end of the chain, and disappeared into the darkness.

Losing the power of the female ghost, Ling Yun obviously felt that the zombie's movements became sluggish.

He forced himself to stand up, and the black blood dripped down the wound all over the floor.Ling Yun grabbed the remaining handful of glutinous rice from his pocket with his left hand, and sprinkled it on the zombie's face.

The glutinous rice burned the zombie, and white smoke suddenly appeared from its disgusting face.At the same time, Ling Yun activated his teleportation ability and came to Zhao Sicheng's side, and picked up the ink thread that he had dropped on the ground earlier.

On the other side, Su Li staggered to his feet, overcame the discomfort caused by the concussion, forced himself to run, and joined hands with Ling Yun to wrap around the zombie.

"Quick, fire up!"

Ling Yun's face was as pale as paper. The invasion of corpse poison and the use of the ability just now made him feel dizzy. If he hadn't relied on this last bit of willpower, he might have fallen down long ago.

And Pan Rong also gritted her teeth, crawled to Su Li's side with difficulty, and took out a box of matches from her pocket.

"go to hell!"

Trembling, Pan Rong polished the match and threw it at the zombie's feet.

The gasoline on the zombie was not dry before, and with the fight just now, the oil flowed down the corner of its clothes to the ground.

In an instant, the flames quickly spread to the zombie's body. Under the engulfing fire, the zombie roared, and the skin on its face and body peeled off like a wall, and then turned into a puff of black smoke, disappearing into the flames.

"Why, why is this happening?!"

The flames turned green, and Qian Xiaohao's distorted face gradually emerged amidst the crackling fireworks.

Gray flocs floated down from the sky, spreading all over the ground, like a black snow.

The alley where everyone was located and the buildings not far away turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and slowly floated into the air.

This is enough to show that Qian Xiaohao's spiritual world is gradually collapsing.

"Let it go, you've been torturing yourself from the beginning to the end."

Ling Yun dragged his half-disabled body to stand up, stared at the painful face in the fire, and said slowly: "I know, you still have kind thoughts in your heart, and you don't want to hurt us in your subconscious. Otherwise, when we Xiao Bai and Yang Feng couldn't have appeared in the crisis twice."

Whenever ghosts stay in the world, it is always because of resentment.The inability to let go is due to obsession in the heart.

If ghosts are formed by the deceased's own obsessions that cannot be dissipated, then zombies are the obsessions of others.

"In this story, the Uncle Dong who turned into a zombie is Aunt Mei's obsession with not wanting to lose her husband; it is the obsession of the terminally ill Ah Jiu trying to save her life; she is the actor you have been looking for half your life to escape from the story. Obsession. Perseverance with one thought leads to obsession. Life and death, good and evil, are often all within a single thought."

The photos of Qian Xiaohao, who were regarded as treasures in the past, fell like snowflakes, fell into the fire and were burned to ashes.Ling Yun picked up one of the photos, looking at Qian Xiaohao's face, which was only half burnt, his eyes were gloomy.

Life is alive, and the whole life is poor, and all the time is spent on testing the future, in order to see the future.

However, life is about to end, and when looking back, I have a chance to break through the fog, see the cause and effect of coming and going, and be liberated.

"The works you have performed have brought full memories and joy to the childhood of our generation. Zombies never die, we will never forget them. Even if the vicissitudes of life and the years pass by, these works will still be in the hearts of future generations forever. An indelible classic. Now, it is time for this drama without an audience to come to an end." Ling Yun said.

In the flames, those movie clips and Qian Xiaohao's brilliant career are like a revolving lantern, constantly switching and flashing.

"Really... that's good..."

After listening to him, Qian Xiaohao closed his eyes and showed a relieved smile: "Thank you."

"Goodbye, Qian Xiaohao."

Ling Yun threw the last photo into the fire.

The flame devoured the obsessive soul, dispelled the night, and illuminated the sky.Ling Yun raised his head, looked at the gray snow slowly falling in the sky, and slowly closed his eyes.

It's all... finally over.

　Soul Ghost: Unexpected, it’s me again.

　　I have to work overtime in the last two days, so I don't think I have much time to write a book. I will send it with [-] words for a while.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)