Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

So the second young master, within a few breaths, turned into a clay sculpture of a tiger, then fell down from upstairs and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of mud.

The lobby fell silent.

All the evil cultivators stared blankly at the handsome young man at the door who was wearing a Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back, with a warm smile on his lips.

No one noticed that a khaki trace quietly spread from Su Mo's feet, and rushed in all directions at a terrifying speed.

It was as if a drop of black ink fell on the rice paper, and it was quickly rendered.

Su Mo looked at the group of evil cultivators in the hall, shook his head, and stopped looking. Instead, he turned around and walked down the stairs slowly.

He Qixiu manipulated the zombie to follow closely behind, with a shocked and complicated expression on his face.

He had been standing by the side watching the scene just now.

"Zombies are useless."

Su Mo glanced at the bronze armored corpse: "Put it here."

"Ah? Oh!" He Qixiu instinctively planned to ask.

This is a bronze armored corpse!

He reacted in an instant, quickly agreed, and then put the copper bell in his hand on the railing of the stairs.

But when the two of them walked downstairs, he finally couldn't bear it and turned his head to take a look.

With just one glance, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle point, and he froze in place, dumbfounded.

This brothel, at some point, turned into a fabric made of mud. The exquisite pavilions and towering stairs, because they turned into fragile mud, could no longer bear their own weight and began to collapse.

And in the banquet hall, the group of cultivators who would have caused chaos in the world without the suppression of the immortal gate, all quietly turned into clay sculptures, and together with the collapse of the building, they turned into mud together.

And this orange-yellow soil is still spreading in all directions. All the pavilions, towers, pavilions, monsters and ghosts, or the talisman pills on the stalls are all turned into mud in an instant. The soul dissipated directly.

He Qixiu quickened his pace a little, and before the mud swallowed up many pills and talismans, he quickly grabbed them and stuffed them into his pockets.

Su Mo naturally saw this scene, but he just smiled and ignored it.

In this way, the two walked all the way to the outside of the ghost city.

Because the formation inside the ghost city was also corroded and destroyed by the boiling earth energy, it didn't take much distance to get out of the ghost city and reach the top of the hill.

He Qixiu turned around to look, but found that the black mist dissipated, and all the buildings inside reflected the unique dim luster of the soil under the sunlight, and the sculptures still had various expressions on their faces.

Some have ferocious faces, as if they were rising with anger, some are terrified, as if they are facing a catastrophe, and some are running and fleeing, with one foot raised and the other arched, unfortunately, they have still become the symbols of many sculptures. part.

All of this is like a unique sculpture exhibition.

But only He Qixiu, who has experienced these things, can truly appreciate the horror and incomparability hidden inside!

Xianmen, Xianmen!

He finally understood why his cheap master kept repeating these two words!

Snapped--

A soft sound.

He turned around in astonishment, only to find that it was Su Mo beside him who snapped his fingers lightly.

Immediately afterwards, successive roars sounded.

In the ghost city, those mud towers and sculptures fell to the ground one by one, turning into shattered pieces.

Not long after, the sky was full of dust in front of my eyes, and with the mountain wind blowing, I finally saw the scene in front of me clearly.

There are no noisy streets, and there are no countless demons, only the broken mud on the ground loses moisture in the sun and gradually turns into hard lumps.

But Su Mo didn't stop.

He waved his sleeve robe, and countless white papers fluttered out like butterflies.

These white papers fell to the ground in the wind, and as soon as they touched the ground, they changed shapes one by one.

Some turned into pavilions, some turned into demons and evil cultivators. Not long after, that ghost city appeared before them again.

People come and go, very lively.

Dozens of blank papers fell down, and the gorgeous brothel rose from the ground, and countless blank papers flew in, turning into drunken guests and charming ghost girls.

In the hall on the third floor, countless Xiexiu were sitting peacefully, a dozen or so fox girls were singing and dancing, the proprietress Zhu Yeqing was standing at the door holding a small fan, with a flattering smile on her face.

Lu Shanjun laughed loudly, showing a heroic posture, while the second son's eyes were fixed on Fox Ji, showing the appearance of a soul conferring.

Everything before seemed to be an illusion.

This ghost city has never been destroyed, and what he saw just now seems to be just a weird dream he had!

Cold sweat broke out on He Qixiu's forehead, his hairs stood on end, and he didn't even dare to turn his head to look at Su Mo anymore.

"How?" But Su Mo's voice came from the side.

"Master...what does Su Zhenchuan mean?" He hurriedly saluted and bowed his waist, his attitude was more than respectful than before, and this time it was also mixed with palpable fear.

"How is this ghost market compared to the previous one?"

"Exactly the same!" He Qixiu didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly responded.

"Ah."

Su Mo laughed, and waved his hand, then a black mist surged, covering the ghost city, and the formation in it (Nuo Zhao) was completely repaired at this moment.

"When those old guys come here, they always want to leave a surprise for them. It's better to hit the ground than to choose a place. They just choose this ghost market. I hope they will like this gift."

Listening to Su Mo's words, He Qixiu sighed, and muttered in his heart: "Surprise? This is completely intimidating!"

think about it.

If I didn't know it, I lived in this ghost city for more than ten days, and suddenly one day, my drinking companions turned into the kind of paper dolls that were burned for the dead, and all the dancers and guests around me turned into paper dolls .

Even my close friends and friends who ate at the same table have all become lifeless paper figurines.

What a terrifying sight this must be!

Glancing at his masterpiece again, Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, and turned his gaze to He Qixiu: "It's time for me to leave."

He Qixiu is a smart man, otherwise he would not be alive now.

Therefore, he instantly understood Su Mo's subtext.

puff-

The young man knelt down on his knees, with his head stuck to the ground, and bowed to Su Mo, "True teachings!"

"Because my kidneys were weak and weak since I was a child, and the old guy cast a blood soul curse on me, so for a while, all I did was serve him in daily life and do some chores and purchases!"

"Although I have become stronger in recent years, I have never done anything harmful to nature. Even the human blood that feeds zombies is bought by me from beggars with copper coins. I wish you what you want, and there is no fraud or oppression! "

"Please also hang down the curtain of the true biography, and spare my life!"

In the face of life and death, there is no dignity or no dignity.

For He Qixiu, being alive is a great fortune!

ps: [-] in [-], Dazhang.

Chapter 755

He didn't dare to lie. Su Mo had also seen before that although this young man was full of evil spirits, it was also because of his practice of evil methods.

There really isn't even half of the spirit of blood resentment that really kills people.

A finger stretched out, and gently tapped He Qixiu's brow.

His body trembled suddenly, and there was a look of fear in his eyes, because that Lu Shanjun from before turned into a puddle of mud just like that, and his soul flew away.

But even though he was terrified to death, he didn't dare to move at all. Instead, he straightened his body so that the finger could land on the center of his eyebrow.

He Qixiu understood that his own life and death depended on the thought of the true biography in front of him.

If you obey, you may live, but if you dare to resist, you will surely die!

A cool breath came from between the eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented sense of relaxation flooded my whole body, as if the shackles of many days were all cut off in one fell swoop!

He Qixiu raised his head in astonishment.

But it was discovered that Su Mo had disappeared at some point, and on the empty and lonely hill, he was the only one still maintaining a kneeling posture, kneeling on the top of the mountain.

The mountain wind blew past, shaking the corner of his clothes.

He Qixiu suddenly burst into tears.

He felt the Blood Soul Curse that had been completely dispelled in his body, and felt the slight magic power in the meridians gradually recovering and becoming active. He only felt that he was reborn at this moment, and truly had life!

It's just that the power of the evil way was also completely eliminated by the blood soul curse, and now there is only the purest spiritual power, which is almost nothing, and there is no difference between it and ordinary people.

But this is already the best ending!

He Qixiu took a deep breath, suddenly turned towards the direction where Su Mo was standing before, and buckled his head three times in succession.

After a long time, he stood up, brushed off the soil stained on his knees, and stared in one direction, with an unprecedented look blooming in his pupils.

"Maoshan...Maoshan!"

.........

The spring breeze blows, and the flowers bloom everywhere.

Unknowingly, the twelfth lunar month of winter has passed, and Renjia Town has become more lively than ever.

Just after the new year, those warlords are also recharging their energy, so at this moment when the rare wars in the Central Plains are the rarest, the group of traders hiding everywhere gradually became active, and began to come and go. accumulate money.

In the magnificent study room.

Ren Tingting was annotating many account books with an ink pen in her hand, and behind the long table, there were many small tables. On these tables were sitting beautiful women, also holding a brush, annotating along with them.

They are all women of the fox clan.

The main purpose of Hu Qiyue bringing this group of fellow-clansmen to the human world is to educate them so that they can better adapt to and understand human society.

She is a very smart woman, knowing that once the end of the world really comes, then this world will probably be completely reduced to the domination of mortals.

Therefore, as a monster clan, one must integrate into it as soon as possible, otherwise there will be big troubles in the future.

The fastest way to improve your IQ is actually doing business.

As a well-known big merchant, the Ren family is just right.

pat-

With a soft sound, Ren Tingting put the ink pen on the inkstone, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her beautiful eyes frequently looked outside the empty house.

Logically speaking, she can be regarded as successful in cultivation now. Although she is not yet in the realm of refining and transforming qi, she is not far away from the soul leaving Qingming. After all, there is the spirit of heaven and earth in her body to assist in her cultivation.

With the cultivation base, annotating these ledgers is like flying a pen, like a god's help.

But today I don't know why, and I have been restless. After half an hour, I managed to approve a few books.

She slightly covered her heart with her jade hand, and could feel her heart beating faster.

After a while, Ren Tingting finally stood up, and said to the fox girls behind her, "You guys stay here to comment, I'll go out and have a look."

"Yes!"

The fox girls naturally knew the identity of this gentle woman in front of them, so they were all respectful and did not dare to overdo it.

Walking through the refurbished street, the small funeral shop soon appeared in front of you.

The door was ajar and unlocked, she knew it well, because Hu Qiyue had been living in this funeral shop during this period of time.

With a slight force, the door made a soft sound and was pushed open.

For some reason, Ren Tingting felt her heart beat faster.

She closed the wooden door casually, walked into the hall with a few steps, and then saw that familiar figure, standing behind the long case, holding a talisman pen, outlining patterns on the yellow paper.

Just like when I met him for the first time.

Only this time, there was a big red shadow beside that figure, holding a teacup in plain hand, serving beside it.

Ren Tingting opened her mouth, her lips trembled, but she couldn't make a sound.