Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Wearing a prison uniform, with shackles around his neck, his hands are firmly clamped on both sides of his head, and his feet are shackled. The friction of the chains makes a dull sound when he walks around.

With disheveled hair, he looks very embarrassed, but his back is straight, looking like Ling Ran.

Similarly, this prisoner's face was also covered with a layer of hazy black mist, making it impossible to see his real face clearly.

And now Su Mo finally understood what this high platform was - this is the execution ground!

The prisoner was brought to the execution ground, and after he was forced to kneel on the ground, the group of Yin soldiers left one by one.

The one who came up next was a fat, naked ghost with red silk on its head and a red-handled broadsword in its hand, standing behind the condemned prisoner.

This is the executioner.

Su Mo squinted his eyes, he always felt that everything in front of him was full of some kind of weirdness, as if... he was dreaming?

I'm having a weird dream.

Everything has a certain sense of unreality.

"Hey, someone is going to be beheaded again." A voice came from behind: "It's beautiful! It's beautiful!"

Su Mo turned his head, but found that all the ghosts were whispering, and it was impossible to tell who made the voice.

"Hey, he seems to be..."

"Hush! He is now a death row prisoner. How dare you say you know him? Don't die!"

"Whoever he is, it's fine if it's not me. Wouldn't it be nice if he was beheaded?"

"After the head is chopped off, can you still feel the pain?"

"So what if it hurts? It's not me who beheaded me anyway."

There was a noisy discussion, and all the ghosts were pointing at the figure on Xingtai, with a sneer in their tone and a kind of excitement of watching the excitement.

Looking at the chaotic group of ghosts, Su Mo was stunned, and suddenly felt a little funny.

It turns out... this ghost from the underworld is no different from a person from the yangworld.

Time just passed away amidst the discussions of countless ghosts.

The executioner on Xingtai did not cut the knife for a long time.

The executioner stood still, and the condemned prisoners kneeling on the ground were speechless, but the group of ghosts watching the fun below became anxious.

"Are you still going to cut it or not? Hurry up!"

"That's right, it's been more than half an hour, you should do it!"

"Hey——" a ghost yelled loudly, with a bit of a joke: "The one kneeling, it's about you."

The death row prisoner raised his head, his face was still covered by black mist, but Su Mo could sense his puzzled gaze.

The ghost hiding in the crowd laughed and said, "You're about to die, so can't you be a hero?"

"For example, shouting a slogan or something, for example... I lost a scar on my head that is no bigger than a bowl, and I will be a good man again in 20 years!"

silence.

The condemned prisoner didn't speak, but his body trembled slightly.

After a few breaths, he suddenly gathered his energy and stood up abruptly from the ground.

"Good!" The group of spectators began to applaud loudly.

Although blocked by the black mist, they couldn't see their expressions, but Su Mo could feel the excitement spreading.

The executioner snorted coldly, still holding the big knife in his left hand, stretched out his fat right hand, grabbed the shoulder of the condemned prisoner, and then pressed hard.

The condemned prisoner who stood up with great difficulty was held down by it, and knelt back heavily again, his knees touching Xingtai made a muffled sound.

"Call-"

The group of ghosts hissed, as if they were blaming the condemned prisoner for not living up to his expectations, for being subdued so easily, they couldn't bring them any more fun.

"Can you see the face of that person on Xingtai clearly?"

Finally, Su Mo turned his head and looked at a ghost next to him.

The ghost was one of those who had hissed earlier.

"Of course I can see clearly, we are standing so close." The ghost glanced at Su Mo: "Hey, I can't see your face clearly."

"Huh?" Su Mo touched his face, but there was nothing blocking it.

The ghost sneered, with a mocking voice: "Okay, stop pretending, I'll just play a joke on you."

"Who comes here to watch the excitement, who doesn't hide his face, for fear of being recognized by that person on Xingtai?"

"Afraid of being recognized?" Su Mo raised his eyebrows: "He's about to be beheaded, why are you afraid of him?"

"Aren't you afraid? If you weren't afraid, you wouldn't have covered your face."

Su Mo didn't answer.

The ghost said to himself: "It is only temporary."

"When he is beheaded, when he is dead, naturally no one will be afraid, and naturally everyone will take off the hood."

"Of course I have to take it down, otherwise how will I eat later?"

"Anyway, he wants to show kindness. Since he has helped us so many times, he should help us again."

"You know him?" Su Mo asked.

"I don't know." The ghost shook his head again and again: "Hey, who dares to know at this moment!"

Can't find a clue for a while.

Su Mo frowned slightly, and asked a few more words, but the ghost ignored him, and fell into the crowd, and they all went to Xingtai to make peace, as if watching the excitement was not a big deal.

"Hey, stand up again, why are you so cowardly?"

"Yes, get up quickly, why doesn't a dignified seven-foot man have the guts?"

"Don't let us look down on you, you are still a man!"

The death row prisoner kept kneeling after being pushed down once, and the spectators in the audience got anxious and kept shouting, all showing contempt, as if such a person didn't deserve to be called a man.

A ghost started dropping things.

Someone made a move, and the rest of the ghosts naturally followed, carrying things to throw the death row prisoner.

On the contrary, quite a few of them missed the Yin soldiers below.

Finally, several Yin soldiers got angry and pulled out the big knives at their waists one after another.

One of them scolded: "Silence!"

The whole place was silent.

No one dared to throw things on the stage anymore.

Even the sound was gone, all the ghosts shrunk their necks, like quails, huddled together and dared not make a sound.

Su Mo looked at the ghosts around him who were being scolded and kept silent, and finally couldn't help laughing anymore.

"Pfft-"

His mocking laughter was particularly noticeable in the quiet environment, and all the ghosts around him glared at him.

Su Mo didn't show any trace of fear, he let the mocking smile hang on his face, and looked at the ghosts staring at him one by one.

In the end, it was this group of ghosts who were so numerous and powerful that they became timid and looked away one by one.

In this way, the quiet atmosphere continued, but this time, no ghost dared to urge again. After all, the swords of the Yin soldiers had not been retracted, and they were still in their hands.

"It's noon!"

There is a voice.

Su Mo frowned, looked up, but there was only the endless night sky.

The voice could not tell where it came from, it seemed to come from the sky, it seemed to come from the ground, it seemed to come from Xingtai, it seemed to come from the belly of the executioner, it seemed to come from some dark soldiers, or even It came from the group of ghosts behind him.

A voice sounded, and the executioner who had been standing quietly all this time finally moved.

He pulled out the wooden sign stuck behind the death row prisoner, then walked up to him, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the death row prisoner's chin with a little force.

Swah——

The layer of black mist covering his facial features was torn off just like that.

And Su Mo could finally see the face of the condemned prisoner clearly.

That's him!

That's another Su Mo!

At this moment, the two Su Mo who looked exactly the same looked at each other from a distance of thousands of meters.

Just one kneeling on Xingtai, a prisoner on death row.

One standing among the ghosts is a spectator.

"Five stars cast color, illuminate the darkness. Thousands of gods and saints, protect my true spirit. Giant beasts, subdue five soldiers. Five heavenly devils, perish and disappear. Wherever they are, all gods welcome!"

Without any hesitation, Su Mo didn't want to wait any longer to see what would happen.

He pinched the handprint with his right hand, and hooked the earth veins with his left hand. At this moment, terrifying power erupted in his body and gathered on the handprint.

The ghost-killing mantra of the Taoist sect came out of his throat, like a bell ringing, reverberating between the heaven and the earth!

Stars appeared in the night sky.

This ghost-killing curse is to use the power of stars to kill evil spirits.

There is a vast light, falling from the nine heavens like a galaxy, covering the high platform, enough to destroy everything.

However... nothing changes.

That's right, bathed in the starlight, but the executioners on the high platform, the condemned prisoners, and even those Yin soldiers seemed to have not noticed anything, and they still carried out their actions.

click-

The big knife chopped off, and the death row prisoner's head rolled to the ground.

Su Mo staggered suddenly.

His soul was chopped off!

If it wasn't for the immortal veins in his body, which formed the cycle of five elements, and Chaoyuan Wuqi acted as an invisible knife for him, I'm afraid that one of his three souls and seven souls would be cut off at this moment!

The headless corpse lay on the Xingtai, blood gushed out from the neck, filled the entire Xingtai, and then dripped to the ground.

At this moment, the ghost group rioted.

All the ghosts cheered.

They swarmed up and took out something from their packages...it was steamed buns.

The snow-white steamed buns were stained with blood on the ground, and then they were desperately stuffed into his mouth.

"Daddy..." A child looked at the bloody steamed buns handed over by his father and hesitated: "This... this is the blood of a fairy, that fairy... didn't save us ?"

"Hurry up and eat! After eating this steamed bun, we can be reincarnated!" His father chomped down.

"But...we ate the blood of the immortal, what should the immortal do?" The child squeezed the steamed bun.

"Fuck him to death!" His father scolded, "Do you still want to be reincarnated? Anyway, the immortal saved us once, so he shouldn't mind saving us again. Eat fast, or we will be snatched up if you eat slowly. , this blood steamed bun, the more you eat, the better your reincarnation will be!"

All ghosts are running wild.

However, Su Mo found that every time they took a bite, the strength in his body would actually decrease by one point!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, his true qi circulated, and his right hand began to form seals.

If one spell doesn't work, try another!

It's just that at this moment, all the ghosts and the black mist on their faces disappeared.

Su Mo's seal movement stopped, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

These ghosts... he knows them all!

During these years of walking around the world, Su Mo has killed countless monsters, but he has also saved many souls and saved many people.

The faces scrambling for blood steamed buns in front of him are precisely those dead souls he saved, people he once saved!