Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

This townsman was wiped out so abruptly, as if he had been beheaded by the true king's magic sword!

Even Zhong Jun no longer has any memory of Ding Zhiyun.

Finally, Su Mo came to the wooden house at the end of the town.

Now that Tian Wangguang sees him, he no longer has the same fear as before, which is a good thing.

"Master Tian." Su Mo looked into his eyes: "Do you still remember Ding Zhiyun?"

"Ding Zhiyun?" Tian Wangguang recalled a little, and finally nodded: "I... I remember, he... seems to be in charge of the guard and night watch of the wood product warehouse?"

really!

Su Mo's eyes flashed, and the guess in his heart had been confirmed.

As long as people die in this town, all traces will be erased, and no one will have the memory of the dead.

No wonder those people didn't know Zhong Jun... Maybe it's because Zhong Jun died here!

In the past 70 years, Gantian Township has not experienced any incidents.

It's just because...the people who died in Gantian Town, no one can remember them, remember anything about them! .

Chapter 681

But now there is a problem.

What about the deceased?

Or, what about the dead body?

In the tomb under the wooden house, there are only the corpses of the townspeople of Gantian Town and Mr. Zhong~, nothing else.

Moreover, Ding Zhiyun in the warehouse, who was clearly right under his nose, and would not leave for more than half a cup of tea, unexpectedly disappeared inexplicably.

And there is no trace of it - that kind!

Su Mo realized that he may still have underestimated the danger hidden in Gantian Town.

Perhaps this seemingly beautiful and prosperous town, the horror hidden in the darkness is far beyond the perception of ordinary people!

And Su Mo also found a problem.

That is, the only way to go to the Great Tomb is through the underground passage behind the wooden house.

After he left Tian Wangguang's wooden house, he had tried it, no matter whether it was the real qi flowing down, or he escaped from the ground himself, even if he flew down a thousand feet, he could not see the shadow of the grave.

It was as if, the underground of the wooden house, like the inner gate of the fairy gate, opened up a small world alone.

It's just that the fairy gate opened up the world to preserve the spiritual energy for the disciples of later generations to practice.

The world was created here, but it was to bury the dead!

But this is just a metaphor.

Su Mo was absolutely sure that that tomb was definitely not a small world.

Su Mo looked at Tian Wangguang with struggle in his eyes.

More than once, he wanted to use the soul-stirring technique on this old man.

But the decayed soul of the old man is like a candle that has burned to the end, and only the last flame is left lingering.

It only needs the slightest disturbance to completely extinguish this flame and make his soul disappear in smoke.

"Ahem..." The old man was wolfing down beside him, perhaps because of his soul, his IQ did have some problems.

Su Mo took a deep look at him, and after quietly leaving a talisman on his body, he finally left the wooden house.

Mentality is very important, especially when things are at an impasse, you must not be in a hurry. The more anxious you are, the more likely some omissions or mistakes will occur.

After all, this was only his first day in Gantian Town, and Su Mo didn't intend to completely settle the matter here in two or three days.

And now it seems that the importance of Gantian town has far surpassed that zombie!

Zombies are easy to get rid of, but evil spirits are hard to find.

It was already midnight when we got back to the inn.

The shopkeeper in the inn had gone to rest a long time ago, and the waiters in the shop also slept soundly behind the counter. When Su Mo used the soul-stirring method before, he deliberately didn't wake them up.

The talisman on Zhong Jun's wooden door still exists, and in the house, Zhong Jun is sleeping soundly holding a large bundle of talismans.

After Su Mo looked around, he returned to his room and sat cross-legged, not only adjusting the true qi in his body, but also recalling everything he saw after he came to Gantian Town.

The first floor of the inn.

"what!"

The shop waiter who delivered Zhong Jun's meal before suddenly exclaimed and raised his head.

"Crazy, you?" The companion who was woken up next to him rubbed his sleepy eyes and complained; "If you don't want to sleep, get out, we have to work tomorrow!"

The waiter's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and there was a frightened look in his eyes.

After two or three breaths, he gradually calmed down, and smiled apologetically at his companion: "I'm really sorry, I just had a nightmare and woke up from fright."

"Nightmare? What nightmare?" His companion also asked casually.

The waiter pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "I...I dreamed that there seemed to be a fire in our town...a big fire."

"I... I was burned to death, and then an old man... seemed to be the crazy old man at the end of the village, holding a shovel, and buried me in the soil!"

"Then I just climbed up desperately... I kept climbing, and I finally climbed out..."

Having said that, the waiter stopped, picked up the teapot next to him and poured water down his throat.

The companion sneered: "I don't know why, go to bed quickly, if you can't wake up tomorrow, the shopkeeper will curse again."

For them, it's just a small episode.

It's just the second floor.

Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to penetrate the floor, and fixed on the waiter.

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"Nightmare? Not necessarily."

"I dreamed about the fire and my own death... Sure enough, Gantian Town is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface!"

There is nothing to say all night, and the moon is full and the sky is bright.

in the room.

Su Mo sat cross-legged, hesitating, but after a long time, he couldn't help shaking his head, showing a bit of disappointment.

No more.

The innate pure yang energy has completely dissipated, and it can no longer be breathed out, even when the sun is rising.

It is not far from the complete dissipation of spiritual energy and the complete end of heaven and earth!

That is to say, in the future, those Yin gods of the underworld will probably become even crazier and unscrupulous.

......................................

And it will not be long before the departure of my master.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhong Jun hiding behind the crack of the door.

"Come out, it's dawn." Su Mo couldn't help reminding aloud.

There was a creaking sound from the wooden door, and Zhong Jun said with a sneer: "Well, I strictly followed Daoist Su's instructions, and kept staring at the time on the wall clock, and only dared to come out in the morning when I caught it."

"Ah."

Su Mo nodded and walked downstairs.

"Su Daochang, how did the investigation go last night?" Zhong Jun hurriedly followed, she knew that Su Mo was not in the room in the first half of last night.

Su Mo had no intention of sharing it with her at all, but shouted to the old man on the counter: "Come, shopkeeper, two breakfasts."

People depend on food, although he no longer needs to eat, but he will never give up the pleasure of tasting food.

.........

The mountains are layered on top of each other, and there are trees and flowers everywhere. The scenery of the wilderness is still very charming at first glance.

A group of soldiers in military uniforms was walking in this wilderness. At a glance, there were hundreds of them, all of them carrying rifles on their shoulders.

And the leader is three people.

The one in the middle is wearing the uniform of a general, obviously a marshal.

The person on the left of the commander is wearing an officer's uniform, and it is not difficult to see that he is an adjutant.

It's just that, on the right side, he wears sunglasses, a long gown, and a mustache on his chin.

In his hand, he was holding a gossip compass.talent.

Chapter 682

In this era, warlords are almost becoming a feature, and they can be seen all over the Central Plains.

As big as leading an army of hundreds of thousands, cracking the earth to seal the king, as small as having hundreds of subordinates, running around.

Although the general was wearing the uniform of a general, he was ashamed and his clothes were torn in several places. The soldiers behind him also looked dejected. It was obvious that they had just suffered a defeat and their morale was low.

"Damn!"

He spat out bloody saliva: "I didn't expect that even a small town on the border would encounter a stubble, and lose dozens of my brothers in vain!"

There were more than 200 soldiers under him in total, and dozens of them died, so he felt extremely distressed.

The adjutant followed, bowed his head and said nothing.

It was the old man in a long gown, rubbing his mustache on his chin, looking down at the gossip compass in his hand, shaking his head, as if he was reading a book.

"Master Qian?" The commander-in-chief called out to the old man.

This is his master, surnamed Qian, called Qian Congxiu, he is a Feng Shui master.

Moreover, Qian Congxiu did have some skills. In the past few years with him, he found many ancient tombs and unearthed countless gold and silver treasures. This made him able to form an army despite repeated defeats. reason.

After all, many people joined the army these days, especially the army of warlords. To be honest, it was all for money.

Therefore, the commander-in-chief also trusted the old man very much.

This time, it was precisely because all the money and food had been used up, and Qian Congxiu just happened to discover a large tomb, that he came here on purpose.

"What's the matter, Master Qian, did you find it?" The commander asked tentatively, "I see you've been staring at the compass for a long time."

"I found the handsome man!"

Qian Congxiu suddenly showed a smile, with excitement in his eyes: "It's just ahead."

"Fengshui gathers here, good luck is overwhelming, I'm afraid... there is a dragon vein!"

"Hahahaha, I never imagined that I, who spent most of my life in chaos and confusion, would finally find a dragon vein!"

For those who study Feng Shui, looking at the dragon's veins is the most boastful thing in this life.

"Dragon vein?" The marshal scratched his head, he had never studied before, so he didn't know the meaning of the word dragon vein: "The tomb under the dragon vein is very big?"

A look of disdain flashed across Qian Xio's eyes, but there was still a smile on his face, and he said to him, "The tomb of the royal family!"

"Royal family?"

The commander also became excited: "Then what are you waiting for! Hurry up! Run!"

It took about half an hour to run.

When the group of soldiers in the back was about to foam at the mouth from exhaustion, the shadow of a small town finally appeared in front of them.

Maybe it's because I haven't seen so many soldiers.

All the people in the town gathered together, pointing outside, with a bit of fear.

The commander's name is Jian Yunfang. To be honest, he really enjoys the feeling of being in the midst of thousands of eyes.