Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Chapter 130

Blue sparks burned in the church, and the howling of Western zombies kept ringing out.

Now it can't even move.

Because the five paper figurines held down its limbs and body tightly.

Su Mo put away the gossip table and put five paper figurines in front of him to prevent the zombies from fighting back desperately if they broke free.

I don't know if it's a coincidence.

The zombies fought those paper figurines just now, the walls around the entire church were covered with cracks, and the cross was also crumbling.

After being baked by the sparks, the last piece of iron supporting the cross also began to turn red and soften.

Finally, with a crisp sound, the iron nail broke suddenly.

The flaming cross fell from mid-air, piercing through the zombie's back, nailing it to the ground.

History repeats itself, and the scene that happened that year reappears.

But this time, there are sparks raging.

After dozens of breaths, the howling of the zombie gradually weakened and finally disappeared.

There was only a human-shaped coke with a cross on its back, and sporadic sparks dancing on the coke.

"Congratulations to the host, killing a Western zombie, and gaining [-] points of merit."

The system's notification sound came as scheduled, and it wasn't until then that Su Mo approached and directed a paper man to stir the coke on the ground.

With the fiddling of the paper figurine's sword, the pile of coke was also scattered into dust all over the ground.

The cross was also turned into charcoal in the fire, fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

While Su Mo was observing the pile of coke, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the church.

It was a strange sight.

The night sky outside was calm, and even the leaves on the ground didn't shake in the slightest.

But there was a strong wind howling in the church, and all the tables, chairs and benches were blown into the sky.

This gust of wind was mixed with a strong evil spirit, which even made the wind show a touch of blood.

At first glance, I thought the church was filled with a layer of red mist.

"Three evil positions!"

Su Mo's expression was serious, but he didn't look surprised at everything, and ordered the surrounding paper figurines to surround him in an orderly manner to resist the tables, chairs and benches flying around.

With the help of the cover of the paper figurine, he slowly withdrew from the church.

The moment Su Mo withdrew, the gust of wind intensified again, and all the surrounding windows were blown to pieces, but the wind in the hall did not escape at all, but began to gather in midair.

In the end, the blood-colored gusts gathered together, forming a blood-red vortex!

This is the three evil positions.

By coincidence, that Western zombie has actually turned into something similar to a formation eye.

If it doesn't die, it will absorb the evil spirit escaping from the three evil positions day and night, and become stronger and stronger.

And if it is killed, the three evil positions will be completely released!

Su Mo stood outside the door, looking at the slowly rotating blood-red vortex in the middle of the hall with a diameter of five or six meters.

With continuous waving of his palm, seventy or eighty soybean paper figurines were all thrown into the vortex by him.

Since the evil cultivator hiding in the dark raised things in it, he would definitely find a way to go in and take it away. At that time, the paper figurines Su Mo threw in would surely surprise him a lot!

.........

In the dark night, a group of people in priest uniforms were running fast.

"You guys, go to inform the mayor, you go to inform the rich men in those other towns, Messer and I will notify Uncle Jiu!"

Father Wu commanded the monks behind him to disperse, and was stunned for a moment: "Where's Messer?"

"do not know."

Several monks looked at me and I looked at you, but no one noticed when Messer disappeared.

"Oh, forget it, ignore him for now, hurry up!"

Father Wu sighed and urged.

Although he was very worried about Mercer's safety, the current situation was too critical.

Mr. Su is dealing with this zombie in the church, if he can deal with it, then everything will be fine.

If he couldn't deal with it and let the zombies run out, then the entire Jiuquan Town would not know how many people would die!

He can't afford this guilt.

So Father Wu didn't care about Messer anymore, but ran towards Uncle Ninth's house alone.

.........

This is a rather luxuriously decorated house.

In the study room, an old man with eyes was fiddling with the abacus while recording something in the notebook.

Not long after, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked in with a porcelain bowl.

The porcelain bowl was emitting fragrant heat, and inside was the freshly cooked soup.

The middle-aged woman put the porcelain bowl on the table: "Take a break."

"Okay." The old man took off his glasses, picked up the hot soup and drank slowly.

"Master." The middle-aged woman hesitated for a long time, and finally asked: "You said, is it true what Uncle Ninth and the others said about the three evil positions?"

The old man pondered for a while, then nodded and said, "It should be true. I know Uncle Jiu quite well. Although he has a weird temper, he never tells lies."

"Then you still..."

The woman seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the old man waving: "But even if it is true, so what?"

"Didn't you accept the 1 yuan that David gave at that time? It's not that we want to open the three evil seats. We just agree and nod. The sins are not on us."

"Besides, even if something goes wrong, isn't Uncle Jiu still here? Just give him some money and let him do a ritual to solve it."

In the old man's perception, there is nothing money can't do.

Although the middle-aged woman was still a little worried, she didn't say anything more after all, and walked out of the study with a sigh.

Not long after, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The middle-aged woman walked towards the door: "Here we come."

However, the person who knocked on the door didn't seem to hear it. The sound of knocking on the door became more urgent and heavier every time, and even the whole door was shaking.

"Come on, stop knocking!"

"Who is it, it's late at night." The middle-aged woman frowned and opened the door, only to find a familiar figure standing outside the door.

"Boss Wang?" She was stunned for a moment: "It's so late, what's the matter with you?"

The man called Boss Wang stood under the moonlight with his head down, as if he was asleep.

The middle-aged woman tilted her head and slowly approached.

Then I saw a pair of red eyes and two long fangs!

"what--"

A short cry resounded in the night sky, and soon fell silent again.

In the study, the old man vaguely heard the scream, and shouted, "Guilian?"

Guilian is the name of that middle-aged woman.

No one responded.

The old man frowned, picked up a coat and put it on his body, and walked outside while shouting: "Guilian? Guilian!"

In the darkness, two scarlet eyes stared at him.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's screams were heard in the courtyard.

Tonight, this scene happened in countless families in the town!

At this moment, Daoist Dragon Slayer was standing under the moonlight and roaring wildly, with a lot of blood dripping from his mouth.

The corner of Jiuquan Town.

Father Wu stopped short of breath, and then began to knock on the door desperately: "Uncle Jiu! Uncle Jiu, open the door!".

Chapter 131

"I'm coming."

Qiu Sheng yawned and opened the door latch: "Oh...Father Wu, a rare guest!"

If his master didn't deal with this priest, he naturally wouldn't show him any good looks.

"Where's your master?" Father Wu took a moment to ask, panting heavily.

"My master is resting now, you can tell me anything." Qiu Sheng leaned on the door frame with his arms folded.

"You also catch zombies?" Father Wu asked.

"What catches zombies?" Qiu Sheng froze for a moment.

Father Wu pointed in the direction of the church: "A zombie appeared in the church. Mr. Su is fighting with the zombie inside. Let me find Uncle Jiu!"

Hearing these words, Qiu Sheng's expression changed instantly, and he hurriedly said, "I...I'll call Master right now!"

Not long after, Uncle Jiu, who was only wearing casual clothes, jumped directly from the second floor.

"Any zombies?"

"That's right." Father Wu, who was resting on a chair, stood up: "It's in the church, and Mr. Su is fighting it!"

"Copy guy!"

Uncle Jiu let out a low growl, and rushed directly towards the door.

Qiusheng and Wencai quickly picked up the talisman, paper and magic weapon on the table.

Father Wu looked around, and finally chose to follow Uncle Jiu.

He felt that these two apprentices were really unreliable.

The moonlight was falling, barely illuminating the surrounding streets.

Uncle Jiu left the house with Father Wu, but happened to see a group of people walking slowly on the street.

"I didn't expect Jiuquan Town to be so lively. There are so many people at night." Father Wu's face flashed a look of surprise and confusion: "But why didn't I see it when I came here just now?"

Seemingly hearing the sound, the group of people stopped at the same time, then turned their heads slowly.

Pairs of scarlet eyes stared at the two of them, and countless fangs gleamed slightly under the moonlight.

Father Wu froze in place.

Uncle Jiu reacted instantly, pulled him by the collar and dragged him back into the house.

Then slammed the wooden door shut.

"Roar!"

A zombie roared suddenly, and then dozens of zombies rushed towards the house at the same time.

"Master?" Qiusheng and Wencai just packed up their bags and were about to go out, but they ran into Uncle Jiu who came back again.

Uncle Jiu snatched the package from the two of them, took out three money swords from it, and stuffed them into the hands of the two apprentices and Father Wu respectively.

"Hold the weapon well, don't cut it when you encounter zombies later, stab them!"