Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

"When you come out at night, if anyone finds that there is an extra door in the church, remember to come to me as soon as possible. You must not open it, let alone go in!".

Chapter 126

The sky was soon covered by night.

On the third floor of the restaurant, in the room facing the street, Su Moyi was at the window, with a faint light in his eyes, looking towards the church in the distance.

A funnel-like vortex of air flow hangs over the church. The vortex has four colors, namely, the air of the evil year, the air of the evil, the air of the evil, and the air of the evil.

With the opening of the three evil positions and the operation of the formation inside, these evil spirits accumulated more and more.

Recently, as long as someone dies in this town, the soul will immediately be contaminated with evil spirits and turn into ghosts!

However, I have also reminded what I should remind, and Su Mo doesn't want to care about those people who insist on dying.

Now all he thinks about is how to solve this evil position and how to get enough merit from it!

After all, Shabit can be regarded as a special evil.

And at this moment, in the church.

A monk in a gray robe is kneeling before the cross ~ praying.

When he finished praying, packed his things and was about to go back to the house to sleep, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing, making the candles on the altar in front of him dying.

"Hiss...strange, why is it so cold."

The monk tightened his clothes, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of an old wooden door out of the corner of his eyes.

The wooden door was inlaid in the center of the wall, covered with dust, and a rusty iron chain hung on the doorknob, as if it could be torn apart with a little force.

"When did a door appear here?" The monk froze for a moment, then walked over holding a candle.

There was an inexplicable cold breath on the wooden door, as if there was a huge ice cube hidden inside.

The monk subconsciously wanted to push it away, but suddenly remembered what Su Mo had instructed during the day.

But man is a curious animal.

The so-called curiosity killed the cat, and sometimes it can kill people!

The monk turned around and glanced at the cross on the high platform, feeling that he had enough confidence in his heart.

He gently tore off the big lock hanging on the door, and muttered: "I'll go in and have a look, it should be all right... just go in and have a look."

Pushing open the door, there is a staircase facing down obliquely, and the surrounding walls are covered with gray and white spider webs.

A biting cold wind surged up from the darkness under the stairs, causing the monk to shiver unconsciously.

He carefully cared for the candle in his hand, and walked down step by step through the place illuminated by the fire.

Walking through the stairs, there is a secret room that looks relatively narrow, surrounded by walls made of green bricks.

In the very center of the secret room, a foreigner wearing a priest's robe was lying on the ground, and a huge cross passed through his heart, nailing him to death.

I don't know how many years have passed, but the cross is covered with dust and cobwebs.

Seeing this scene, the monk was obviously taken aback. There is actually a dead person in this secret room?

But perhaps because of his courage, he quickly calmed down, squatted on the ground, and prayed to the corpse of the foreigner.

"I didn't expect that you are also a believer in the Lord. Don't worry...in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen!"

The candle was placed on the ground by him, and the flame flickered, illuminating the two long fangs in the foreigner's mouth.

However, the monk praying with his eyes closed did not notice this scene.

After praying last night, he walked up to the corpse, holding the cross with both hands, and pulled it up vigorously.

puff-

"Roar!"

The moment the cross was pulled out, the foreigner suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the ground.

It immediately saw the cultivator holding the cross and standing there blankly, and rushed over.

"what!!!"

The screams resounded throughout the secret room.

The moon is over and the sky is bright, and it is the time when the sun is rising.

Su Mo Panxi sat by the window with his heart turned to the sky. Every time he took a breath, his belly would bulge up.

When exhaling, the belly would gradually fall back down again, and mouthfuls of filthy air would be sprayed out from his nostrils and mouth.

The quilt on the couch remained untouched.

Su Mo is now able to replace sleep with meditation and practice, and it can replenish energy more than sleep.

at the same time.

In the church, the little monk Messer who had been following Father Wu hurried out.

"What happened?" Several monks gathered around.

"Cultivator Wang died suddenly!" Messer said in a hurry, put on his hood, and ran towards the mayor's house.

People who died must be reported.

In such a small town, it is difficult to hide things, let alone such a big thing as the death of a person.

Not long after, the mayor rushed to the church with people.

Uncle Jiu and his two apprentices also rushed over, while Su Mo was holding a bun in his hand, eating as he walked, his eyes casually scanning around the church.

He was observing silently, feeling the yin energy in the air that was about to dissipate.

"Uncle, the church is dead, can you still eat at this time?" Wen Cai came over.

"Blame me?" Su Mo glanced at him: "I reminded them a long time ago, but no one listened, and they insisted on choosing to die, and now the dead can only be regarded as what they deserve."

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"Forehead......"

A group of people whispered and quickly entered the church.

Since there were too many people who wanted to watch the fun, the mayor had no choice but to ask the security team to block the crowd outside the church, and Uncle Jiu and Su Mo naturally had the privilege to come in.

In the dark church.

Cultivator Wang's body was lying under the high platform, with a cross in front of him, which looked like a great irony.

Father Wu and the others squatted beside the corpse, praying softly.

Uncle Jiu and the others walked to the high platform, just in time to see the corpse of Cultivator Wang, which had turned into purple-black.

At the position of his neck, four dark blood holes opened outwards, and there was still some undried blood on the edge of the blood holes.

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However, the praying monks didn't pay attention to this, but pulled the hood directly to cover the corpse's head.

Qiu Sheng took a few steps back and approached Uncle Jiu's ear: "Master, that monk..."

"It looks troublesome." Uncle Jiu sighed.

"Why?" Wen Cai obviously didn't notice the wound on the corpse's neck, and asked with some doubts.

Uncle Jiu's eyes were still fixed on the corpse: "This church is not clean!"

Wen Cai looked at the surrounding walls and windows: "No way? They've all been painted."

"Oh." Uncle Jiu gave him a look of resentment: "I didn't mean that."

After speaking, he turned around and left with Qiusheng.

Wen Cai was stunned for a while, and then he came to his senses and shuddered: "It's not clean...is there a ghost here?"

"Hey, Master, wait!"

Uncle Jiu and the others left, but Su Mo did not.

Instead, he walked up to the high platform, squatted beside the corpse, and slowly pulled down the hood.

"Mr. Su." Father Wu frowned: "You all in the Central Plains pay attention to the dead, so you should stop disturbing the dead."

Su Mo rested two fingers on the bloody hole, feeling the yin energy constantly radiating out.

He glanced at Father Wu, then put down his hands and stood up: "This is just the beginning, you should be ready."

After speaking, he turned his head and walked outside the church.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly paused, turned his head, and showed an inexplicable smile to Father Wu.

"Whether your lord can bless you or not, you should be able to find out in the last few nights." Cai.

Chapter 127

"What does he mean?" Little Brother Messer muttered unhappily, "Isn't this cursing our church to keep having accidents?"

Father Wu didn't say anything, but remembered the reminder Su Mo gave him before, and his face couldn't help becoming a little gloomy.

It's just that he finally made a sign of the cross on his chest, and whispered in a low voice: "The Lord will bless us!"

Sometimes, people are really cheap.

They don't want what others offer them. When one day, they really suffer, they will pray sincerely.

Su Mo stood in the room of the restaurant, looking coldly at the luxurious houses in Jiuquan Town.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the zombies to fully recover, waiting for the zombies to really find those rich and squires.

Waiting for those rich and squires to see the horror of zombies and come to beg themselves!

When Wen Cai dealt with the female ghost in red, what he said actually made sense.

Anyway, it wasn't him who died.

It's just that Su Mo is here waiting to brew, but Uncle Jiu can't wait.

In the courtyard, a gossip table has already been set up.

Wearing Taoist robes and holding a mahogany sword, Uncle Jiu began to practice on the gossip table.

Behind him, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai helped each other.

In the church, Brother Wang's body was placed on a high platform covered with a white cloth. Father Wu led several monks to pray around the body, sprinkling some so-called holy water on him from time to time.

This is the Western Mass.

What they didn't notice was that every time the holy water was spilled, the corpse's feet would tremble slightly.

In the end, Father Wu stayed in front of the corpse's head.

"Come, you who are blessed by our Lord, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen!"

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen!" The monks behind him also drew the cross on their chests.

In the house.

Uncle Jiu looked at the spinning lotus lantern in front of him, and pinched his sword finger: "Sure!"

The side with the word "North" stopped in front of him.

"Ah? Defeat?"

Almost at the same time Uncle Jiu said these words, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the church.

All the monks stopped praying and looked around anxiously.

The corpse on the high platform began to tremble, as if it would jump up in the next moment.

This scene frightened many monks.

On the other hand, Father Wu had the courage to dip the cross in holy water, and kept shaking it at the corpse: "Save the soul, stay away from Satan. Save the soul, stay away from Satan..."