Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"Yes! Yes!"

The black shadow body was trembling because of the pain. When he heard the question at this moment, he raised his head and said, "I have eyes that don't know Mount Tai, and I offended the immortal. No matter how much the immortal asks, I will know everything and answer everything." All! I only ask the immortal to spare my life!"

Wei Wufeng and the others looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in the eyes of their companions.

 …

This...is a fairy?

Su Mo ignored the group of people and asked directly, "What is this place?"

The darkness outside is not ordinary black people. If a mortal goes out with a torch, the light of the fire will be swallowed by the darkness immediately, and nothing can be seen.

But under Su Mo's eyes, such a little bit of weirdness couldn't be stopped.

He could clearly see that the outside was no longer that dilapidated small town.

It's a high-rise house, extremely prosperous!

Feeling that the silk threads on his body had loosened a lot, Soi Ying finally regained his breath, and after a few breaths, he responded: "The City of Dead Death."

Dead city in vain?

Hearing these three words, Wei Wufeng and the others panicked instantly.

They have never seen a fairy, but there are many folk legends about it.

Legend has it that the City of Undeserved Death is a place in hell that is dedicated to gathering those souls who died in vain. Could it be...they are actually dead?

Only Su Mo remained calm.

And the black shadow also explained: "It's not the city of vain death in hell. It is said that this ghost city was built by a ghost king to collect those ghosts who wander in the mortal world and cannot enter the underworld to reincarnate."

"Then why do you want to kill us?" Among the crowd, a person from the Wei Mansion scolded angrily: "We have no grievances or enmities with you!"

However, the black shadow sneered: "We ghosts have stayed in the city of Wushi for hundreds of years, and we have hardly seen a few living people on weekdays."

"Now I suddenly smell the smell of a living person, as if someone who has been hungry for hundreds of years smells the smell of meat... Why do you think I want to harm you?"

chi chi chi-

As soon as he finished speaking, the green silk thread on his body suddenly tightened.

Heiying screamed in an instant, and repeatedly said: "Shangxian, spare your life! Shangxian, spare your life!" Then.

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However, instead of loosening the silk thread, it became tighter and tighter!

Heiying felt that his soul would be completely strangled in the next moment, and he couldn't help feeling hopeless, secretly hating himself for talking too much just now.

Finally, after three or four breaths, when its body had become translucent, the silk thread tied to its body finally relaxed a little, and it let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you... Thank you Shangxian for raising your hand." Its voice was no longer ferocious as before, but weak.

Su Mo looked at it for a while, and then continued to ask: "Who is the owner of this dead city?"

"It's a ghost king who has practiced for thousands of years."

Soi Ying's body trembled slightly in mid-air, as if he was afraid of something, and even his voice became much quieter: "It's called... the Old Black Mountain Demon!"

Hearing this name, Su Mo's fingers flicking the book froze.

After practicing alchemy, with the improvement of his realm, his memory is naturally extremely powerful. Those fragments that have long been blurred in his previous life can be easily recalled without missing any details.

The name Montenegro Old Demon is naturally not unfamiliar.

But Su Mo is still not sure which movie the old Montenegro demon is from.

After Hei Ying said the name, he didn't dare to move, his eyes showed pleading.

"What else do you know, say it all."

"Yes."

Hei Ying didn't dare to hide anything, like beans poured out of a bamboo tube, he told all he knew and heard.

It's a pity that he had just turned into a ghost not long ago, and he was contaminated with the evil spirit in the city of vain death, so he turned into a ghost in a short time.

Therefore, it doesn't know much about this ghost town that has been in shape for thousands of years.

I just heard that this old Black Mountain demon was not originally a ghost in the world, but an old ghost from hell.

Later, for unknown reasons, he escaped from the underworld to the world of heaven.

This ghost city is also its residence in hell, and it was renamed the city of death after escaping to the underworld.

Hell?

Hearing this name, Su Mo's expression changed slightly.

In fact, as early as when he first came to this time and space, he had already tried to activate Commander Yin on the back of his hand.

However nothing works.

Thinking about it, this period of history is just a fragment of time and space, which records a past event that once happened, so how can it accommodate the existence of the underworld and heaven.

And today is the birthday of the Montenegrin old demon.

On the day of escaping from the underworld, it will be designated as one's birthday, implying rebirth!

Within a thousand miles, all the evil spirits and ghosts came to this dead city to celebrate their birthday.

After all the things he knew were told, the black shadow was suspended in mid-air like this, with a look of prayer in his eyes.

But under its desperate gaze, Su Mo opened his right hand and then clenched his fist.

puff-

The green silk thread was locked tightly, and before the black figure could even make a scream, it was directly strangled into pieces by the wood-attribute spiritual energy thread, and then turned into blue smoke and slowly dispersed.

The cold atmosphere permeating the temple dissipated.

Corner position.

More than a dozen people in the Wei residence looked at Su Mo with complicated eyes, with shock and awe intertwined on their faces.

On the contrary, Wei An's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Finally, he couldn't help but squeezed out of the crowd, and shouted excitedly at Su Mo: "You...you are a god!"

"Xiao An!"

Wei Wufeng quickly scolded, pulled his arm and dragged him behind him.

Then he looked at Su Mo anxiously: "Immortal, the children at home are too young to be sensible..."

"It's okay."

However, Su Mo didn't change at all, as if he was still the kind and gentle ordinary scholar: "Why don't you just wait in this temple for now, there are evil spirits everywhere outside, if you go out now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out of this ghost town."

"I left a talisman in the temple. The ghosts can't find it here. You just need to wait for dawn and the ghost town outside disappears. You can leave naturally."

"Thank you, Immortal!" How could Wei Wufeng not know at this moment that the other party was protecting the lives of himself and others, so he hurriedly paid respects.

The dozen strong men behind them also bowed their waists at the same time.

Su Mo waved his hand, opened his right hand, and a long sword on the ground fell into his palm.

The real qi was transported at the fingertips, like carving tofu, easily writing and drawing a complex incantation on the steel sword.

"This is an evil-slaying curse, and its power is extraordinary. Ordinary ghosts will be killed immediately when they are cut. I think Wei Patriarch is very courageous and has a chivalrous heart. I hope you will use this sword and don't kill innocent people indiscriminately. "

After drawing the talisman, the sword automatically flew to Wei Wufeng's side, and then stuck it upside down at his feet. The shining sword reflected silver light under the bonfire, and the talisman shone brightly.

Wei Wufeng quickly pulled out the sharp sword, put it carefully into the scabbard, and cupped his hands towards Su Mo: "Thank you, Immortal, and please be careful all the way, I will wait..."

Not finished.

He looked up, but found that Su Mo had disappeared at some point, and there was only a cup of tea left in place.

In the temple, more than a dozen strong men looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Only Wei An looked at the place where Su Mo sat, his hands clenched into fists, his face full of excitement.

.........

As soon as he left the temple, Su Mo found himself in the center of a busy city...

The surrounding pavilions are densely covered with lanterns and festoons on the eaves, and red lanterns are hung all over the walls.

Crowds filled the streets, rubbing shoulders, and the sounds of selling were endless. It was a lively scene, as if it was a major festival.

But in Su Mo's Dharma eyes, he could clearly see that the people coming and going around him were all ghosts!

His clothes were ragged, his face was corrupt, and his eyes were numb and cold, like a walking dead.

Only when looking at those stalls, will there be a look of longing.

On the stall, a large number of meat steaks were hanging, and there were even pots on the fire, which seemed to be cooking something.

There are also a few eyeballs scattered around the steak.

The stall owner with an apron on his back and a big knife in his hand was a fat man over three meters tall, with three heads on his shoulders, the other two were one-eyed, and the middle head had only a big mouth.

Chattering and cursing: "A bunch of poor ghosts! You don't have any coins, and you still want to eat meat. If the Lord of Montenegro hadn't set the rules, you guys would be meat on my chopping board sooner or later!"

Following the ghost group, a bridge appeared in front of them not long after.

The bridge was built on the lake, but the lake was bloody, and there were countless rotting corpses floating in it.

These corpses are still moving, entangled with each other, like catfish in the water.

The bridge was also hung with lanterns, and there were two tall ghosts standing on both sides. Whenever ordinary ghosts dared to approach, the tall ghosts would not even give an explanation. Their heads were split open, revealing a terrifying big mouth. , to swallow the approaching ghosts.

Standing in the group of ghosts, Su Mo looked at the two ghosts, his brows were slightly frowned, and a thoughtful look flashed across his face.

Behind the bridge is a majestic high-rise building with more than ten floors. The light red light shines through the windows of the high-rise building.

In all likelihood, the old Black Mountain demon is among them.

And the other party has experienced a long time, maybe the clues of Ghost King Mountain can be known.

Now the main question is... how to get in?

As for breaking in, Su Mo immediately ruled out this idea.

This ghost city was arranged by the old demon of Montenegro. With such power, it proves that the opponent must be in the realm of refining gods and returning emptiness, that is to say, the earth fairyland!

Ordinary ghosts are stronger than ordinary people, but ghosts in the cultivation world are much weaker than monks of the same level.

Moreover, it is not a real ghost cultivator, it has come to this point entirely by accumulating resentment and evil spirit.

Therefore, it is naturally not as good as a real monk in the fairyland, who can communicate with the earth's veins and capture the dragon.

But it must not be underestimated. .

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Just as he was thinking, a ghost car suddenly approached.

At the ghost car dealership, all the ghosts showed fear and awe on their faces, and they moved closer to both sides like a tide, branching out a passage.

Su Mo was also among the ghosts and looked intently.

Those pulling the cart were not steeds, but two tall, muscular monsters with heads the size of fists.

Black chains were wrapped around their waists.

The carriage stopped by the bridge, the curtain was lifted, and a thick bone arm stretched out from inside, holding a token.

The two ghosts guarding the bridge picked up the token and looked at it carefully, then respectfully handed it back to the arm, and then moved out of the way.

Seeing the ghost car walking up the bridge and approaching the attic, Su Mo slowly withdrew from the ghost and walked towards the street behind.

He had seen quite a few carriages of this style before, and although the aura inside was more than a hundred years old, it was no different from ants to him.

It is not a problem to take down the old demon of Montenegro, but it is not a problem to take them down quietly.