Satoshi Nakamoto raised his katana in the air, looking at the stance, as if he was going to cut off my entire hand.

But I could only watch, because I couldn't move at all.

My heart was destroyed, how many people can survive the destruction of their heart?

The power in my body has all gone, and the escalation has been completely cut off. But the cold feeling did not subside, but made me feel even colder.

At this moment, my body became a real corpse, the kind of temperature that really belonged to a corpse.

I've seen a lot of dead people, and I'm in exactly the same situation as they were at the time, except that at the moment, I seem to be more like a corpse.

Satoshi Nakamoto had a cruel smile on his face, obviously, being able to get the Ring of the Dead would allow him to praise his merits in front of Moda.

As for the Black King, he looked at me indifferently. With indifference in his eyes, it seemed that whether I died or not, it didn't matter to him.

I watched and tried to resist, but I paled in the pale.

The katana fell. It slashed at my palm, but I felt like I had lost consciousness, as if the heart had just been pierced and I had consumed all the pain.

But I noticed that Satoshi Nakamoto didn't seem to be excited about this knife. Instead, he frowned, and then, he raised the knife in his hand again and slashed it down again.

But I still didn't feel it, but I found that Satoshi's face was even more ugly.

The Black King pushed Satoshi Nakamoto away, stared at me, and then grabbed his claws violently.

But something strange happened, I don't know what's wrong, the body of the black king flew out directly.

Satoshi Nakamoto was also shocked, and hurriedly retreated again and again, looking at me vigilantly.

What's wrong, what's going on?

Isn't it just cutting off one of my hands, why does this person and a demon look like this, like facing a great enemy?

I just don't understand.

But I could faintly feel that a unique aura belonging to the corpse began to emanate from my body, which made me feel very uncomfortable, as if the blood in my body began to slowly evaporate, so that I couldn't even feel the temperature around me.

At this moment, I gradually regained my five senses, and vaguely heard the voices of Satoshi Nakamoto and the Black King.

They were shocked, shocked that I was actually being corpsed.

Necropsis?

It's a brand new word, but I feel that the state of my body at the moment is a corpse, and I have gone from a half-human and half-corpse state to a corpse.

It seems that they are right, I am a zombie and have no soul.

I don't know how this happened, and I don't want to be like this, but the truth seems to be right in front of my eyes.

I began to regain my strength and slowly stood up from the ground.

I lowered my head slightly, the big hole in my chest had disappeared, and an unprecedented terrifying force began to sweep through my whole body, and the thumb of my left hand completely turned gray.

In the sky, the moon hung high, reflected on the surface of the river, a silvery white.

I like this feeling very much, as if my heart is starting to change at this moment.

I no longer like the day, I no longer yearn for the light.

Since then, the bright moon has been a companion. The night is a shadow, incarnated as a corpse, not entering reincarnation, not entering the six realms.

"You, how can this be? Are you a zombie? "Satoshi Nakamoto, who has always been calm, can't be calm now.

I stared at them and suddenly laughed, "Hehe, you guys, damn it! ”

As I spoke, the figure rushed forward.

Compared to my previous state, my speed was more than double that of before, and I was in front of Satoshi Nakamoto almost instantly, and at this moment, my nails had all turned pitch black, which was disgusting, but it was breathtaking.

My nails were clawed straight to Satoshi Nakamoto's chest.

Satoshi Nakamoto was surprised, but he hurriedly stepped back and threw out a stack of paper figures.

"Shikigami!"

I've seen this paper man, and last time it was these paper men who took the lives of those policemen.

Last time. These paper figures have brought me unparalleled horror, but now in my eyes, they are just paper figures.

As soon as I waved my hand, the Yellow Nest Sword immediately appeared in my hand.

At this moment, the body of the Yellow Nest Sword became extremely condensed. It really became a sword.

I held the Yellow Nest Sword in my hand, and with a slight wave, the paper figures in front of me were instantly cut in two by me, and immediately burned into a black fire and turned into ashes.

But there are a lot of paper figurines after all. There were a lot of paper figures with weapons cut down on my body.

But I didn't feel the pain at all, and smiled weirdly, and the sword in my hand flew up and down for a while. I killed all those paper figures.

"Impossible, even if you just died and immediately underwent corpseization, it is impossible to directly possess such terrifying power!" Satoshi Nakamoto regressed again in surprise.

Indeed, he was right.

After the death of a person. It's not easy to turn into a zombie.

And, even if it's really rigid, it's just an ordinary zombie, but I'm different. After the corpse transformation, it was like a hanging, and its strength soared, and it was extremely terrifying.

"Hmph, aren't you trying to kill me? Didn't you come to take my ring? Come on! "I have the Yellow Nest Sword in my hand. Step by step, I pressed forward.

At this moment, my eyes have already become extremely red, and the world in front of me is all blood-colored, and the people in front of me are all blood-colored. It's all people who deserve to be killed.

"Black King, look at the good things you have done, why don't you kill him quickly." Satoshi Nakamoto roared angrily at the Black King, as if blaming all this on the Black King.

Satoshi Nakamoto roared in a low voice, seemingly dissatisfied with Satoshi's words.

But nowadays. Their enemy was me, and the transformed Black King still looked at me, "Human, even if you are corpsed, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time." ”

"Really? Then give it a try! I turned my target, looked at the Black King with a strange gaze, and walked over step by step.

In the state of corpse, my mood and personality have changed a lot.

Maybe it's the nature of zombies, and they're not even afraid of heaven and earth. Nothing, fear, at this moment, seemed to have long since disappeared from my concept.

The Black King's face was hideous, and his fangs were like steel. Twinkling moonlight.

Suddenly, the upright Black King's body suddenly exerted force.

Bang.

He was like a cannonball, blasting a big crater out of the ground and rushing towards me. The claws in his hand slapped directly at my head, as if they were about to smash my head to pieces.

This time, the claws carried an endless wind, blowing the broken hair on my forehead.

But I just smiled weirdly. The body did not retreat, but advanced, and his legs also suddenly exerted force, rushing towards the black king.

The Black King was stunned.

After all, he is a dog demon, and his body itself is much stronger than that of humans.

But soon, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, obviously thinking that I was beyond my strength.

"Hehe, ridiculous human!"

The next moment, I collided with the Black King, and the Yellow Nest Sword in my hand slashed directly over.

And the Black King smiled cruelly, one paw was fearless, and it slapped directly at the Yellow Nest Sword, and the other claw slapped directly at my head.

There was also a sinister smile on the corner of my mouth, and I suddenly exerted my strength again.

Bang.

Huge energy exploded from it. The Black King and I both went backwards.

At this moment, my left arm and shoulder can no longer move, and I have just been slapped by the Black King, and the bones in it seem to be shattered, but I don't feel a trace of pain at all.

But the Black King is clearly worse than me.

Now. He was screaming, because one of his claws was directly cut off by the Yellow Nest Sword.

"Impossible, whew, hurt, wow, my claws!" The Black King looked at his claws that had been cut off by Qi Brush, and screamed uncontrollably, unable to believe that this was true.

Time seems to stand still, because it's all so weird.

And I, of course, won't let go of the Black King so easily.

Immediately, the figure rushed over again, the Huang Chao Sword in his hand soared, and his body jumped high, wanting to split the Black King Society in two directly.

The Black King's pupils widened.

Looking at Huang Chaojian again, where is there still a little contempt, only anger and fear.

Immediately, the black king was really decisive enough, he just lay on the ground, didn't look back, just limped into the darkness, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Even if he lost a claw, his speed was still quite fast, and only Satoshi Nakamoto was left with a confused face, looking at the fleeing black king, he was at a loss for a while.