The old man in a shabby suit was yellow and shriveled like a sun-dried jujube pit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blood flowing from the broken arteries and veins flowed into a river, flowing on the ground paved with ash and stone bricks, and the smell of fishy smells emanated all over the city, and in a trance people felt that what was now dying was not those square meters who screamed in horror, but a huge Fengxiang city.

Human-like beasts gathered in groups of threes and twos, gnawing on the flesh and blood of the tragic victim Shang Wen. Only the living still cry and moan, while the half-living transform into their weak identity in the sudden turn of events, voluntarily abandoning their human identity, reluctantly degenerating, and finally joining the camp of the Predators, who let go of the Guardian's knife and poke their minions into the chests of their former compatriots.

Struggle and strangulation, survival and death, thirst and death, in the final analysis, all these stories can only follow the doomed resistance, and become the protein that the night lang chews on each other.

All human self-righteousness is eaten in their mouths, and sometimes they are told to open their stomachs, and then a stream of tofu-like things mixed with bile and mucus flows out.

So we can know that no matter how good our virtues may boast about, such as bravery, justice or glory, those things will end up either as a mass of excrement or a mass of semi-digestible matter, and it will appear utterly disgusting.

"Coo-goo-goo-" The thirsty Yoro was lying on top of a clump of broken human tissue, gulping down the remaining organs and intestines, and the old man of the Onimen walked leisurely from behind it, and the sound of the bell shaking in his hand succeeded in alarming it.

"Roar—roar!" Yerou instinctively stood up, turned around and yelled hoarsely at the Onimon, and then instinctively pounced on the Onimon.

Bang-click-, the ghost gate still looked relaxed and leisurely, calmly walking forward, and Yoro, who had rushed towards him earlier, had been broken by a huge barrage, and collapsed to the ground like a rag doll.

It was a translucent, thick arm glowing with a faint blue light, hovering behind the old man of the Ghost Gate, escorting him.

There were already corpses behind the Ghost Gate, there were Yelang's, there were unmutated humans, there were vicious-looking wicked people, and there were innocent and simple children, all of whom were smashed to the ground by the wide object, or clutched into mud......

"Whoa, whoa, why are there so many?" Passing through the alleys and lanes formed between the low houses, the ghost gate led the zombie wrestlers and Xiaolan behind him to the South Street of Fengxiang.

This street is the main road of Fengxiang, and along this avenue completely paved with terrazzo marble, it can even lead all the way to the capital of Chang'an.

As the main gathering area for the residents of Fengxiang City, this is of course the largest canteen for the nightmen to party.

A ten-zhang wide avenue was "overcrowded", and thousands of Yelang had accumulated under the pressure of the black, even if they whispered softly, the sound of the gathering was enough to arouse the trembling and resonance of the earth.

At a glance, there are all bloody human heads, which are even dazzling, and they have eaten every piece of fresh food here, and they naturally found the ghost gate people who turned up on the side of the road.

Maybe it was because of the hot blood flowing in the neck of the ghost gate, those Yelang immediately let out an earth-shattering roar and rushed towards the ghost gate, and the tremor of tens of thousands of people when they stepped together instantly shook the nearest houses and attics on both sides of the road.

"It seems like a lot...... "After the ghost gate easily used the huge palm conjured by the ghost power to smash dozens of Yoro, he found that it was useless, so he scattered the pure ghost power, and then turned it into a thin-colored protective shield for the body, covering the heads of himself and the entourage behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the group of Ghost Gates were surrounded by the tide of Yelang, who lay on the ghost power cover and kept baring their teeth at the people inside, flapping their hands indiscriminately, and making a series of endless noises.

The Ghost Gate in the center of the Ghost Power Cover tried to urge the protective shield above his head to move forward, but found that no matter where he was, it was already crowded with thousands of Yelang, making it extremely difficult for him to take half a step forward.

After trying a few more times, the ghost gate chose to give up this thankless behavior, and turned to Xiaolan, who had been silent over there, and said, "Xiaolan, there are too many stinky things here, help me solve it, we still have to go to Tianshan......"

Xiaolan raised her head and looked at the ghost door, and without hesitation, she nodded and walked towards the edge of the protective cover.

Looking at the extremely vicious Yelang outside the protective cover, Xiaolan still maintained an indifferent expression, and then took a step, leaving the safe ghost power shield in one fell swoop, and embraced the ranks of this group of meat eaters.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!" Seeing such tender and delicious white meat delivered to the door, these Yelang didn't mean to be polite, one by one they squeezed their heads and stretched out their mouths to bite off his white body, according to their ferocious momentum, Xiaolan's body couldn't stand in Yelang for a second and was about to be eaten......

Of course, they did exactly that......

The young body was torn to pieces by countless hands in an instant, and the remaining flesh was scrambled and finally fell into their mouths, but this did not mean that Xiaolan's death was over, on the contrary, it was a planned beginning......

Yelang, who had eaten even a little bit of flesh and blood in Xiaolan, suddenly quieted down, their heads bowed, they lost their previous vitality and desire for fresh meat, their faces showed pain, and they muttered in their throats, and gathered together with a listless look.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—" A little bit of blue light lit up in their chests, illuminating it from the inside out, and perhaps because of this light, the nighto's body twitched even more violently, until finally, they fell to the ground.

A large number of Yoro were guilty of such a strange disease, and they fell to the ground and convulsed with an ice-blue light, and they were stacked on top of each other like a hill.

"Cough cough cough - woo woo" The seemingly cold blue light was actually unexpectedly hot, and under the burning of the light singularity, all the infected Yoro gradually melted away like the snowman.

The muscles and molten iron melted and solidified, and on top of the steaming mountain of meat, only a white skeleton remained.

And under the foul-smelling flesh and bones, the original little bit of blue light has been fused together, and it has become extremely bright in an instant, and it is about to explode.