Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

It was as if a drop of black ink had fallen into the clear water, and it gradually spread out, so that the sun was a little dim, and it actually revealed a bit of a cold chill.

Noticing that Su Mo was standing at the door without moving, the servant also stopped, turned his head and called out, "Young master, why are you still standing there? The old ancestor has ordered that if you don't arrive, the banquet is not allowed. "

When the name of the ancestor was mentioned, the servant's eyes flashed with complicated expressions.

It was jealousy, madness, bloodthirsty, and resentment condensed together, the purest malice!

It seems that being able to be so valued by the ancestors is an incredible thing.

Maybe he thought he was covering it up very well, but he didn't know that all this fell clearly in Su Mo's eyes.

"Let's go."

Su Mo didn't say anything, nodded slightly, and took a step forward.

The servant showed a stiff mocking smile, turned his head away, and led the way again.

Su Mo observed the surrounding layout, it was still the Wang family's mansion, but it seemed to be a little bit strange.

It's like... in a dream.

This reminded Su Mo of his experience in Qingfeng Town.

But this place is a little different from the dream world of 魙.

When the two passed by a puddle, Su Mo stopped and turned to look towards the water.

What was reflected on the water was a strange face!

It was a strange young man who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a brocade robe, his face was a little pale, and there seemed to be some unspeakable melancholy in his brows.

Su Mo's eyes flickered, and his yin and yang eyes opened in an instant.

The reflection on the water swayed and changed back into its own form.

"I'm a different person now?"

"That is to say, what I'm experiencing now may be a story that once happened, and I have replaced the role of the young master in this story."

Su Mo's thoughts raced, and he quickly figured out his current situation.

This may also be an opportunity.

The evil spirits hidden by the Wang family are indeed too weird, and they had no clue before.

Now he is actively pulling him into this plot, although the purpose is probably to harm him, but he can also catch this plot and find some clues.

Su Mo withdrew his gaze, but landed on the servant again.

As expected, he didn't see anything, as if he was just an ordinary person.

But the servant's expression completely changed in Yin Yang's eyes.

His face was distorted and ferocious, and he didn't even look like a human being anymore. The malice in his eyes almost flowed out, and there was a strong salivation in his eyes, as if he regarded Su Mo as some kind of delicious food!

"What's the matter? Young master 々`."

On the contrary, his voice was very gentle and gentle.

"It's nothing."

Su Mo withdrew his yin and yang eyes, and under his normal gaze, the servant's expression returned to that of an ordinary person again, with a look of caring that didn't seem fake in his eyes.

"Then hurry up." The servant said with a gentle smile, "It's not good to keep the ancestors waiting."

Su Mo nodded and followed his footsteps.

.........

The weak candle flame was flickering in the darkness, dying, and the hot candle oil was roasted by the flame and dripped, just falling on Kong Ping's forehead.

"what!"

The fat man in Taoist robes screamed and opened his eyes, subconsciously picked up the money sword on the table, and looked around vigilantly.

There was no movement in the darkness.

Kong Ping frowned, and tentatively called out: "Su Zhenchuan? Xiao Ming? Master Wang?"

When he woke up, he was alone in the whole room.

"Strange, what about people?"

Kong Ping scratched his head, but he wasn't too worried.

Su Zhenchuan's ability is much greater than his own. With him watching, his son and Master Wang should... have no problem.

But there was always a weird sense of unease inside.

Kong Ping cautiously took out the talisman, held the sword in his right hand, walked to the door and listened for a while, and after making sure there was no sound, he slowly opened the wooden door.

"Little flower?"

Seeing a pair of young men and women standing outside the door, especially the girl with buns, Kong Ping was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"

"Mom let us take you home!"

Zhuge Hua showed a look of contempt: "The promise of catching ghosts actually fell asleep in someone else's house."

"Eh..." Kong Ping showed embarrassment, scratched his head and glared at Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming pursed his mouth aggrievedly: "Father, I didn't say that."

"Su Zhenchuan has already caught the ghost and has already returned to the house, but you are still sleeping, so mother asked us to call you back."

"So efficient?"

Kong Plane looked embarrassed again.

Originally, he was planning to show his hand in front of this true biography of Maoshan, to save some face, but this time, he lost all his old face.

"That's enough, Dad." Zhuge Ming smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, Mother has prepared a big surprise for you."

"big surprise?"

Kong Ping leaned over: "What big surprise?"

"Don't say I told you when you go home." Zhuge Ming leaned close to his ear and said softly, "The bronze armored corpse was transported here, and it's at the mansion now."

"Bronze Armored Corpse!"

Kong Ping's eyes widened suddenly, and the expression of ecstasy was beyond words: "Okay! I've been looking for it for decades, but I didn't expect it to come to my door... Hurry up and go home!"

The three of them ran away and left the palace.

But when he walked to the gate, Kong Ping suddenly frowned and looked back.

Under the night, the entire Wang family mansion was shrouded in shadow, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

The feeling of uneasiness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, and I always feel that something is wrong!

". ¨Father, what are you waiting for?" Zhuge Hua said with a smile: "I heard that Maoshan also has the method of refining corpses. It's too late to go back. Be careful that the bronze armored corpse was snatched by Su Zhenchuan."

The three words Bronze Armored Corpse completely shattered the uneasiness in my heart. Kong Ping chuckled: "I can't take it away, I can't take it away! Although Maoshan is powerful, he doesn't have the privilege to grab things on my Zhuge family's territory."

.........

Passing through the courtyard is a long corridor. The red paint on the pillars on both sides reflects a dark red luster in the sunlight.

It doesn't even look like red paint, but another red liquid.

The servant walked quickly to lead the way, and there was already a faint noise in the distance.

pat-

Su Mo paused, lowered his eyes, and looked at the drop of dark red liquid dripping in front of him.

He raised his head slowly.

Like a big tree full of fruit.

At the top of the entire corridor, countless corpses hang in the air!

With the breeze blowing, these corpses swayed back and forth above his head like wind chimes.

I don't know how long the corpse (Wang Li's) has been hanging. The skin all over the body has lost moisture, and it sticks tightly to the bone like the bark of a dead tree.

Every corpse had a familiar and weird smile on its face, its shriveled eyeballs rolled down, and all eyes seemed to be intertwined on Su Mo.

Among the countless corpses, there was a fresh corpse.

That is Wang Shunyuan!

He hovered over Su Mo's head.

A black iron hook pierced through his mouth, and then penetrated his jaw, hanging it like a fish.

Wang Shunyuan's face was the same as the other corpses, with a weird smile, and his eyes were fixed on Su Mo.

"Young Master?" The servant turned around, still with the same smile on his face: "Why did you stop again, don't make the old ancestor wait in a hurry."

No wonder it feels familiar.

Su Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Because, the smile on this servant's face is exactly the same as the smile on the faces of those corpses above his head!

ps: Due to manual review now, many chapters cannot be published, so don't worry, just wait patiently! .

Chapter 320

As the breeze blew, the corpse above the head swayed back and forth, and a few drops of dark red fell on the servant's face.

However, he didn't seem to feel anything, and he still stared straight at Su Mo, but when the blood flowed to the corner of his mouth, he opened his mouth to ingest it.

"lead the way."

After a little silence, Su Mo spoke softly.

If it is said that he participated in the plot with the idea of ​​looking for clues before, then now, Su Mo has really developed a strong interest in this so-called ancestor.

The servant's smile remained unchanged, and he turned around stiffly like a marionette.

Passing through the colonnade, there is a spacious front hall.

The atmosphere seemed to break away from the eerie and gloomy all of a sudden, and become lively.

A happy scene in the hall.

The large round table was filled with bowls, chopsticks, pots and plates, and the strong smell of meat wafted around. Several children with shofar braids chased and frolicked back and forth, accompanied by adults' scolding.

The round table was already full of people, and at the top seat was an old woman with pale hair in a brocade robe.

His face was full of wrinkles and spots, but his vicissitudes of life showed kindness. He was lowering his head and chatting with the middle-aged woman beside him.

It was the scene in that painting!

"Little Master."

The servant stood at the door and stopped, turned to look at Su Mo: "Go in, the ancestor has been waiting for you for a long time."

The kind old woman in the hall also looked at Su Mo, raised her skinny arms and waved at him.

Su Mo glanced at him, then walked towards the hall calmly.

A ferocious smile appeared on the servant's face, and he even raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showed an almost unbearable salivation.

As if about to enjoy a sumptuous meal.

Yet at this moment.

Su Mo suddenly stopped at the door of the hall.

The old woman inside showed an eager look, and kept waving at him, opening and closing her mouth as if calling his name.

The servant also frowned: "Young master, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a few silk threads condensed with a biting chill suddenly sprang out from Su Mo's fingertips and tied him directly.

The servant's face changed, and before he could struggle, Su Mo moved his fingers slightly, and threw him up into the hall.

"Ah-ah!!!"