Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

And this number is still growing rapidly!

This feeling of getting rich overnight...is really good.

"Junior brother, I'll go help too!" After Nine Uncle settled the crowd, he was ready to rush over with his mahogany sword.

"Hey, hey..." Su Mo quickly grabbed his arm: "It is enough for those zombies to have my paper dolls, brother has fought for so long along the way, it is best to take a rest.

He motioned to the church: "There will be more troublesome things waiting for us later."

Just kidding, he's doing good deeds, how can he allow other people to rob him at this time?

And Uncle Jiu obviously also saw the bloody whirlpool in the middle of the hall, frowned deeply, nodded and said: "Indeed, there is a bigger trouble here."

"I'd better rest and recuperate first."

After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged and began to recuperate his energy compared to his eyes.

In the open space in the distance.

Hundreds of villagers sat on the ground with low expressions, their heads drooping deeply.

Suddenly, someone wept softly, and a sad atmosphere spread in the venue.

"I'm in Jiuquan Town, what a crime this is!"

An old man who escaped by chance was full of tears and wailed, "The town's population of nearly [-] has all turned into zombies. Jiuquan Town will no longer exist!"

"Mr. Su."

At this moment, a townsman suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Mo with red eyes: "I heard that you are an expert in Maoshan and have the means to subdue demons, did you know that such a catastrophe would happen? "

"Yes, I already knew." Su Mo nodded honestly.

The crowd suddenly became noisy, and everyone looked at Su Mo, with confusion, sadness, and anger in those eyes.

"Then why don't you..." The old man seemed to want to ask something, but he didn't say it out, but his expression already showed his meaning.

"You want to ask, why didn't I notify you in advance, right?"

Su Mo's eyes scanned the crowd, and finally stopped at the few rich men who escaped by chance: "Actually, I have reminded them a long time ago, and I have persuaded them more than once."

"But...it was rejected by them."

Su Mo had an innocent expression: "You also know that my brother and I are outsiders after all, we only have the right to make suggestions, and the final decision is in the hands of the town mayor and them, the gentry and rich men."

"We also want to save people...but there is no way, we try our best!".

Chapter 133

With a few words, Su Mo pushed away all responsibility and cause and effect.

The problem is that he's telling the truth!

A few days ago, he talked to these people more than once about the position of the three evil spirits, and Uncle Jiu even suggested that the whole town be moved as soon as possible.

In the end, all of them were rejected by these country gentry and rich people.

Now that something happened, they can't be blamed.

The remaining hundreds of people have to thank the two of them for their life-saving grace!

"It's all you?" The old man turned his head and looked angrily at the few surviving gentry and rich men in the corner.

"We're doing it for the good of everyone..." a rich man quibbled, "After all, Jiuquan Town has been doing well for the past ten years."

"As soon as they come, they talk about the three evil positions. No one will believe this."

"It's them, they are the culprits who killed everyone!"

A strong man roared and rushed towards those rich men.

In the past, he wouldn't have dared to lend him a few guts, after all, there was a gap in status.

But now everyone has just narrowly escaped death, and their lives are almost gone, who cares about these things?

They desperately need an outlet to vent.

Following the first action of the strong man 12, all the remaining townspeople moved, surrounded the few gentry and rich men, punched and kicked them.

Su Mo stood by and watched all this with cold eyes, and never said anything.

"Father!"

A young man in priestly uniform stumbled out of the darkness and shouted, "Father, save me!"

Behind him, there were two zombies that kept roaring.

"Messer!"

The priest recognized at a glance that the young priest was Messer who had been by his side all the time.

"Mr. Su, please..." Father Wu looked at Su Mo with pleading eyes.

Su Mo didn't care, nodded slightly, and directed the two paper figurines to rush over with knives.

Anyway, it's just a matter of convenience, and it's also two merits.

With two swish swishes, the paper figurine cut off the zombie's head cleanly.

At this moment, Messer also ran to the priest, panting heavily.

"Where did you go?" Father Wu scolded with a frown, "Do you know that everyone is worried about you?"

"Sorry Father."

The young man named Messer made a sign of the cross on his chest and said guiltily, "When I arrived in town just now, I happened to see two zombies."

"In a moment of fear, I ran away in a panic, and then separated from you, so..."

"Ugh."

Seeing his appearance, Father Wu also sighed: "Forget it, at this time, if you are alive, it is already the Lord's blessing for you. Go and rest."

Messer went to sit behind Father Wu and sat down, then bowed his head and prayed while holding the cross on his chest.

at this time.

Su Mo, who was also resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the town in the distance.

"Everything is quiet!"

With his loud roar, everyone stopped.

After all, at this time, Su Mo can be said to be their only hope of survival.

And those gentry and rich men finally breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the ground dying, barely saving their lives.

Uncle Jiu also opened his eyes at this moment, looking in the direction Su Mo indicated.

In the darkness, a large number of figures were running towards this side.

Bursts of howling like wolves rose and fell in the night sky, and pairs of blood-red eyes with shimmer were like fireflies in the dark night.

Obviously, those are zombies!

And at the front of these zombies, the Daoist Dragon Slayer in tattered robe roared and rushed towards Su Mo quickly.

Daoist Dragon Slayer was originally a cultivator, and after turning into a zombie, he was more powerful than ordinary zombies.

Now, after absorbing the blood essence of so many people, he has reached a new level!

The distance of a thousand meters passed in the blink of an eye, and the dragon-slaying zombie roared frantically, leaping more than ten meters high, and jumped towards Su Mo.

However, Su Mo unhurriedly threw out the three peach-wood swords made of paper, and shot towards Taoist Dragon Slayer.

brush brush --

The three swords pierced the night sky in a character shape, two of them were avoided by it, but the last one pierced into its shoulder and knocked it down from the air.

And Su Mo threw out a paper-made mahogany sword again, and at the same time swung his right hand, holding two more wooden swords in his hand, and rushed towards Tulong.

"I'll help you!" Uncle Jiu also picked up the mahogany sword and rushed over.

At the same time, the remaining 200 paper figurines all rushed towards the zombie group in the distance.

Those zombies are not too many, roughly looking at there are more than 1000.

After all, Tulong is only an infected person, or man-made, and not a zombie king, so it is impossible to really order all the zombies.

If there were more, the more than 200 paper figurines like Su Mo would be fine, but the townspeople who survived would suffer.

After all, no matter how powerful the paper people are, if those zombies just charge towards the townspeople, there are too many paper people and they won't be able to stop them.

"Junior brother, are there any paper figurines left?" Uncle Jiu asked quickly, with a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

How many days have passed?

He clearly remembered that when he was in Quanchang Village, Su Mo's paper figurines could only control a hundred.

But now, it has become more than 200, more than doubled!

Uncle Jiu's meaning was very simple, he sent a few paper men to suppress Tulong, and then he and Su Mo would make the final blow to kill him directly.

However, Su Mo shook his head and said, "It's gone, all the paper figurines have been sent out."

After saying this, he continued with a wry smile: "Senior brother, my current state is not too high. More than 200 paper figurines have already broken through the limit."

It's just that when he said these words, his eyes glanced at the townspeople without a trace.

If he hadn't expected it wrong, that evil cultivator would probably be hiding in the crowd in all likelihood!

Because it's past midnight now, and it won't be long before dawn.

As long as the sky is bright, those zombies will all retract into the darkness and no longer appear.

At that time, without the constraints of the zombies, Su Mo and Uncle Jiu could concentrate on sealing the three demons, but he would have no chance at all.

Moreover, the opponent should attack the dragon-slaying zombie when their ninth uncle pinches them.

"Roar!"

At this time, Tulong has lost his mind.

Seeing two people rushing towards it, he roared and went to meet it.

puff!puff!

Two consecutive beeps.

Uncle Nine dodged its waving claws with a sliding shovel, and the mahogany sword in his hand suddenly pierced behind its buttocks.

But Su Mo shifted his body and pierced the mahogany sword into its neck.

White smoke gushed out, Tulong roared mournfully, holding the mahogany sword with two paws, and broke it into pieces.

It has absorbed the blood of so many people, and it has already evolved.

Ordinary mahogany swords can do very limited damage to it.

"Brother, go on."

Su Mo swung his right hand, and he threw a money sword out of the storage space, and was caught by Uncle Jiu.

And Su Mo took out a paper money sword again.

Anyway, the things made of paper are disposable consumables, you can have as many as you want, and you don't feel bad if they are destroyed.

Tu Long roared and rushed towards the two of them again.

Uncle Jiu went forward with a sword.

Although Su Mo also held the money sword to meet the enemy, he deliberately lagged behind by half a beat, scanning the crowd covertly. .

Chapter 134

If that evil cultivator is really hiding in the crowd, then now is the best time to act.

Su Mo thought softly in his heart: "The opportunity has been given to you, you must seize it."