Please, It's A Scary World

This sudden change made Fang Ming and Qi Qi gasp.

The defeat, which was clearly stable, was reversed so lightly by the white paper.

In the white hell, there are no more white paper people overwhelming the sky, but it doesn't mean that the paper people have disappeared. Instead, these paper figurines were all turned into powder and entered the bodies of those tall corpse monsters.

Almost half of the autopsy monsters turned their backs in an instant, and swung their claws at their companions.

Caught off guard, hundreds of corpse monsters were directly torn to pieces.

For a moment, the white hell turned into a Shura prison.

There were torn limbs and flesh all over the place.

Especially under the blessing of the rain of corpses all over the sky, these corpse monsters are completely irrational, and they fight extremely ferociously.

On the paper money on the white paper itself, Fang Ming said with a dry throat: "Brother Bai Zhi is really strong, even Tomb Seven and Tomb Eight won't be able to handle this."

"Yes, is this the power of taboos above level 80? It really is unimaginable." Seventh Brother was also a little bit embarrassed for a while.

Just now he said that the white paper might not be able to hold on anymore, but he was slapped in the face in a blink of an eye.

The white paper family not only persisted, but also counterattacked.

Looking at this wave, I am afraid that it will not be long before the corpse monsters turned into flesh and blood after the explosion of Tomb Seven will be killed by each other.

As the white paper of the party concerned, Zi Meng heard the discussion between the two on his back.

He suddenly interjected: "Actually, it's just an application of my own experience. I was born in the endless abuse and hatred, and the previous corpse played the betrayal to the acme of perfection. Even death All died of betrayal.

Therefore, I can have a deep understanding of the word betrayal, and use "

Fang Ming nodded upon hearing that.

Indeed, the white paper itself is essentially a paper man who has seen all kinds of betrayals of the corpse since he was born with wisdom,

But thinking of this, Fang Ming couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation and fear.

"If it was the first time that Bai Zhi went to the residential building, I would not have chosen to live in peace with Brother Bai Zhi. I am afraid that the grass on the grave would be two meters high today."

"Fortunately... I am a daily player.

While Fang Ming was secretly rejoicing, the originally huge rain of corpses in the White Hell had now calmed down. It wasn't that Tomb Eight had failed, but he didn't dare to continue adding buffs to the corpse monsters below.

Keep going, not to mention whether the blank paper hell will disperse, these corpse monsters will definitely turn into rotten meat.

"Roar!"

Not long after, the last roar resounded in the white hell.

In the scene that was so lively as a battlefield, there was only one crippled corpse monster whose body was torn to pieces, screaming up to the sky.

It seemed quite a tragic feeling.

"Suddenly I feel a little pitiful for Tomb Seven and Tomb Eight."

Fang Ming curled his lips on the paper money on the white paper body, but his expression was still serious. Because, he simply didn't believe that this was enough for Tomb Seven and Tomb Eight.

Moreover, it is estimated that it will not be long before Huoba and Huojiu are preparing to re-invade China in addition to the blank paper hell.

Then it was really lively.

Fang Ming didn't have to wait long, just ten seconds later, there was a loud noise from outside the paper hell, and then two sharp claws poked in from outside.

This sharp claw is ghostly.

It doesn't look like an auspicious thing.

"Sure enough, you can't just sit here and watch."

"We still have to follow the system's suggestion."

Fang Ming's eyes flickered, and he had an idea in his heart.

at this time.

The black rain cloud of corpses in the sky also began to gradually dissipate, and the rain of corpses in the sky had stopped.

The white hell that was originally snowy has been dyed black, and the shattered flesh and blood of the torn corpse monsters on the ground suddenly began to squirm.

This kind of peristalsis is like being reborn from a broken shell. Strange auras continuously emanated from these flesh and blood supremacy.

Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky finally dissipated, but the sky did not turn into the original white, but was directly corroded into black. There is no going back.

Bai Zhi looked at the scene in front of him vigilantly, as well as the two claws torn in from the outside.

The next moment, eyeballs suddenly grew on the claw, and the entire claw grew in the blink of an eye.

But these eyes didn't seem to be satisfied, and they started to spread into the white hell.

From its edge, grew the first eye.

Then came the second, the fourth, and the (good) eighth.

The spreading speed was terrifying, and the flesh and blood seen by these eyes was scorching hot all over, and the blazing flames wrapped the flesh and blood, turning into monsters with teeth and claws again as they squirmed.

The monster was covered in fire and had eyes.

In the White Hell, from the ground to the sky, it is gradually covered with eyes.

Densely packed and disgusting.

Even if Fang Ming didn't have trypophobia, or even fear, seeing such a scene, he couldn't help but feel nauseated.

"It's the two from the crematorium who made the move."

(ps: It was a good update, but a friend sent me a game called Nadia's Treasure, and I played it for a day. Xing).