Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"It's just an ocean." Su Mo waved his hand: "I'm curious, why did you do this?"

He Qixiu was silent for a while, and sighed quietly: "There is still an old mother in the family, and she used to make a living from roasting sweet potatoes when she was young. After closing the stall, she always left me one to satisfy my hunger."

"It's all about seeing things and thinking about people.".

Chapter 735

Evil cultivators are hateful, but after all, they are human beings, and human beings have the seven emotions and six desires, as well as past family ties.

It’s just that some evil cultivators become less and less human as their practice deepens. When they do more evil things, the kindness in their hearts will be gradually thrown away, and they will eventually become no different from demons.

He Qixiu is still a beginner, and he has never really practiced evil ways. As for killing people...Su Mo has seen it, and although this kid shows a look of a city, he really doesn't have any resentment on him, more What's more, it's lifeless entanglement.

It's right to think about it.

Qi Shouzheng's own magic power can be regarded as high-strength, and to accept such an apprentice, more is to let him serve him, to fight and kill, this kid can't help much.

Those dead breaths were all acquired by Qi Shouzheng when he was asked to dispose of the corpse after he killed someone.

"Are you responsible for taking care of the Xuankui zombie?" Su Mo asked suddenly, his tone seemed a little cold: "The zombie is a bloody zombie, and it needs to be fed with human blood from time to time. Where did you find human blood?"

"bought!"

He Qixiu didn't dare to hide it, and at the same time, he also knew that the person in front of him was a righteous immortal, so he quickly bowed and said, "That old guy is greedy for the world of mortals, and he likes wine, meat and beauty, so every time he stays, he always chooses a prosperous county. Don’t dare to mess around.”

"So every time, I can only look for those homeless beggars, lure them with money, let them cut their own wrists, and put a bowl of blood."

"Ten pennies can buy a bowl of blood. Although the old guy cursed me, he didn't care much about my daily money expenses. He would always leave some money with me. So along the way, I only rely on money to buy blood. Blood, the excess is stored, but it can barely satisfy the Xuankui Zombie."

Speaking of this, He Qixiu paused: "And he often goes out with zombies, it seems that he hunts and kills those cultivators so that the zombies can suck blood. That's not something I dare to ask."

Su Mo didn't speak, just looked at him like this, those calm eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

He Qixiu bowed his body even lower, lowered his head and said nothing, but felt an invisible weight on his body, which made him almost out of breath.

After a long time, Su Mo finally looked away, and the pressure disappeared.

"Since there is an old mother at home and she doesn't go to serve her old age, why did she embark on this evil path?" Su Mo walked in the snow like an ordinary person, but he walked all the way without leaving any footprints, and his body was never stained with snowflakes .

"In troubled times, I can't help myself." He Qixiu smiled wryly: "The old guy happened to pass by the village. His character should be able to be seen from the true biography. If I don't agree, I'm afraid when he leaves, it will be the death of my mother and me." day."

"I can only ask him for a sum of money to give to my mother, and trick me into saying that I am going on a study tour."

The two stopped and walked.

Su Mo's footsteps stopped suddenly: "Here we are."

"Ah?" He Qixiu raised his head in a daze, only to find that there was already a rice shop in front of him.

.........

Outside the door, snow falls all over the courtyard, and inside the house there is a furnace to sing Taoist scriptures.

For some reason, Su Mo liked this mortal world even more after stepping into the fairyland and watching his own road of mortals.

It's just that there are so many turmoil in the mortal world now, and there are wars and chaos everywhere, so deep down in his heart, he also has a lot of expectations for the peaceful and prosperous world in a hundred years.

To play in the world without changing his appearance, to enjoy the feasting when he is awake, and to lie on his pillow under the bright moon when he is drunk, this is the fairy in his heart, and it is also the worldly way he longs for.

Recently, I have been quite interested in some strange stories.

Although he didn't need any kind of stove at all with his cultivation level, but with two slices of steamed buns on top of the charcoal fire, smelling the scorched and cooked noodles, and watching the ghost stories in his hands, it was quite special.

He Qixiu sat cross-legged in the distance, those blood soul curses were not just simple spells, but more like some kind of Gu insects.

When Su Mo was beside him, the Blood Soul Curse lay dormant, not daring to attack it, and He Qixiu experienced the feeling of unhindered cultivation for the first time.

It's a pity that the world is at the end of the law, and his spiritual energy is exhausted. No matter how talented he is, he can't cultivate anything after all.

This kid took the opportunity to occasionally ask Su Mo some questions about his practice. Su Mo could naturally see his careful thinking, but he didn't point it out.

Maybe it was because he had a lot of insights about his old mother before, so in his spare time, he would also give some pointers and teach a few public spells that are publicized in Taoism.

Although Su Mo showed an approachable appearance, He Qixiu did not dare to overstep in the slightest, and still kept his attitude very low, and would not take the initiative to ask unless necessary.

This is his cleverness, at least in this troubled world, it is the capital used by the weak to settle down.

Two days passed in a flash.

Beside the stove, a black talisman emits a faint light.

Su Mo pinched two fingers, and a trace of spiritual energy poured in, and an old man's voice sounded from the talisman: "Old zombie?"

Since most of the members of the Corpse Exorcism Sect switched to other ways, Qi Shouzheng, who maintained the path of refining corpses, was also jokingly called an old zombie by many evil cultivators.

"Qi Shouzheng is dead." Su Mo said, but his voice became that of a middle-aged man.

He Qixiu next to him just raised his head and stared at the talisman, but he didn't show the slightest surprise, because Su Mo had already made an agreement with him before.

To get into a ghost market, one needs to make some disguises, otherwise, if Su Mo's identity is exposed, no one will dare to participate in that ghost market, and Su Mo's idea of ​​killing them all will naturally come to naught.

Therefore, it is necessary to pretend to be a part of the evil cultivator.

Logically speaking, it is best to pretend to be Qi Shouzheng, after all, he has read all of Qi Shouzheng's memories and learned about his life.

However, Qi Shouzheng knew too many people, and among the evil cultivators, there were also many friends he knew well.

So Su Mo chose another person - Li Daoyuan!

That's right, it was the real owner of the Xuankui zombie, Senior Brother Li who was attacked and killed by Qi Shouzheng.

This person has always been withdrawn and doesn't like to socialize with others, so even if he was in the exorcism sect before, he was still a loner, let alone in the evil cultivation world.

Everyone knows him, but no one is familiar with him, at most they have come into contact with him once or twice.

So pretending to be him, Su Mo doesn't need to act at all, just keep silent the whole time, just pretend to be cold. .

Chapter 736

There was silence on the other side of the talisman for a while, and the sound of discussions and quarrels could still be vaguely heard.

After a long time, the old man spoke again: "Li Daoyuan?"

Practitioners naturally have excellent memory, so even if they only met Li Daoyuan once, they can still hear from the voice: "Aren't you dead?"

"There must be some way to save life." Su Mo snorted coldly, and a mature and slightly hoarse voice came out of his throat: "It's my junior brother Qi who has been robbed."

What Su Mo revealed was naturally that Qi Shouzheng failed in the sneak attack and was killed by him instead.

After a little silence, the old man on the opposite side snorted coldly: "Hmph, Old Ghost Qi deserved his death."

"I just said, as his senior brother, your mana is much stronger than him, and you are protected by a bronze armor corpse. How could you be killed by a surprise attack so easily?"

"The ghost market was originally scheduled to be held tomorrow, but many Taoists didn't have time to come, so it was postponed for three days. I will give you the route first. You go to the village at the foot of the mountain and wait temporarily. When the time comes, someone will naturally lead you there. "

After finishing speaking, the light on the talisman flickered for a few times, then dimmed.

As for the identity, the people on the opposite side never doubted it.

Because Li Daoyuan seldom contacts the outside world, there are only a few people who know his voice.

Seeing the talisman recover, Su Mo turned his gaze to He Qixiu who was next to him: "You should know how to do it."

"Disciple understands!" He Qixiu hurriedly bowed his waist and performed a teacher's salute.

It's not that Su Mo really accepted him as his apprentice.

It's just a fake identity.

Qi Shouzheng was killed, and He Qixiu, an apprentice, naturally had to follow Li Daoyuan.

Did not make him wait long.

On the talisman, the light flowed, and finally turned into a detailed map. The end point of the map was marked, which was a remote village at the foot of the mountain.

.........

In the endless river of forgetfulness, countless corpses and ghosts float in it.

This is the bottom of hell, where the underworld is.

It's just that, in the middle of the original orange-yellow spring water, a touch of black is emerging, as if ink from the big beach has poured into it, but this ink is not flowing in from the outside, but churning up from the depths of the yellow spring.

And this ink is expanding at a very slow speed.

The underworld is boundless, crossing the main hell, so even if countless Yin soldiers and twenty judges are here at the same time, they cannot thoroughly monitor every inch of the place, and there will always be some omissions.

At this moment, somewhere on the shore.

Several huge figures stood together. They were wearing divine robes and crowns. Their faces were shrouded in a cloud of black mist, making it impossible to see clearly. Each figure exuded a terrifying pressure, so that some of the underworld All the ghosts swam desperately, or sank underwater.

"Is this really the case?"

The atmosphere of silence didn't last long before it was broken by the voice of a yin god: "If we really do this, we will have no way out."

"There are still many layouts in Yangjian, and there is still a period of time before the end of the Dharma. I can try it first. If it doesn't work, I will do this."

"Agreed." The other Yin God was silent, but he also expressed his attitude.

"Try?" Finally, the Yin God who seemed the tallest spoke, his voice was low and mocking: "Does the layout of Yang Shi really work?"

"A few days ago, I think you all sensed the promotion of that Maoshan True Inheritance."

"The heavens are all purple, and his avenue must be extraordinary, and he may even surpass ordinary celestial beings. As long as such a Taoist cultivator achieves the position of Dazheng, he can forcibly suppress us."

After a pause, the Yin God continued to speak.

"Now, although he has not been promoted to the realm of refining the void, he is already an earth immortal. He is invincible under a real person. I even sense the breath of the heavenly general!"

"God general?" A yin god asked in surprise, "Heavenly Court has already left, where is the god general?"

"I don't know either." The tallest Yin God shook his head: "But I really sensed that divine power."

"That is to say, from now on, our divine power will no longer be effective against him. No matter what method we use, we will no longer be able to compete with him unless we enter the world of the living. Once the layout is discovered by him, we will All arrangements were destroyed."

"Hmph, we have done so much, don't we just want to enter the world of the mortal world? In other words, our group of people is already at a disadvantage, and we no longer have the capital to compete with him."

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As soon as these words came out, all the Yin gods fell silent.

They could comfort themselves before, they only need to wait for the group of great masters to leave, and then they can easily move across the world and lay out their plans calmly.

But now, Su Mo has been promoted to Earth Immortal, and he is even more blessed by the gods, completely breaking all their expectations.

"Then let's fight!"

Finally, the God of Yin said: "If you succeed, you will be immortal, and you will rule over Yin and Yang. If you fail, your soul will fly away, and your body will die. Since we have no escape route, we don't have to worry about anything!"

Several other Yin gods either agreed or remained silent.

The tallest Yin God made a final decision: "That's it!"

"Arouse Huangquan Wangchuan, forcibly break through the two realms of yin and yang!"

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"Let the underworld flow into the yang world, even if the yang world is reduced to hell from now on, together we can build a ghost city, stand on top of the underworld, and continue to enjoy the position of the yin god!"

"Where are the mortals?" A Yin God asked.

"The mortals who sincerely believe in us are selected, and they are kept in the ghost city, providing us with incense and vow power, and the rest of the mortals are fed to the countless ghosts in the underworld."

"The end of the Dharma is coming, the great world will rise, and this world should also be overturned!"

.........

Maoshan Hall.

Zixiao was sitting cross-legged, giving lectures to many elders under his sect, and three great virtues stood beside him as Dharma protectors.

It's just that when he waved his whisk and recited the mantra.

"Crack-"

With a crisp sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the jade handle of the whisk, and then, under the eyes of everyone, the jade whisk in the hands of Master Zixiao split into two pieces.

"This!" The three great virtues stood up at the same time, looking at half of the fly on the ground in horror.

The other elders all looked panic-stricken and whispered to each other.