Killing, blood, cries of fear, the cries of human beings before death, and the grinding of flesh and bones torn apart by the living, converge into a lament from hell. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When Wang Qi came out of the basement, he saw such a scene like a Shura field.

In the corridor of the small building, the room that was knocked open was full of undead skeletons that hunted and killed humans, as well as newborn zombies transformed into those old people and children who were killed.

The act of pushing open the door of the basement caused all the undead creatures around to turn their heads to look at Wang Qi, but since he had transformed into a semi-undead form at the moment, the strange aura on his body caused these undead with low IQs to fall into a brief silence.

However, in the next second, Wang Qi launched an attack first. The desire for soul fire in his heart instinctively drove his body, and the tragic scene of dozens of old and weak women and children being killed in front of him also stimulated his anger, and he did not suppress the primitive predatory instinct of the body.

The two chains of flame shook open, and then they were thrown out like two vicious poisonous snakes, and the entire head of any zombie or skeleton in its roll exploded like a watermelon.

Ignoring the splatters of flesh and bones, the burning eyes just stared at the seven or eight clusters of ghostly soul fire that broke out of the body. Wang Qi showed a greedy look on his hideous face, and then opened his big black hole mouth and sucked hard.

I don't know if it's too hard, but under this inhalation, a cyclone seems to appear in the void. The soul fire in the bodies of the several undead who were killed in front of him was swallowed into his mouth, but the next moment, a scene that shocked him appeared.

I saw countless soul fires, large and small, penetrating the walls on both sides of the corridor, surging towards his mouth like a milk swallow throwing into a forest. Each group of soul fire, which was usually only half the size of a fist, gathered together at this moment, like a heavenly river pouring down, rushing in front of him with a wave of fire. And the next moment, without waiting for him to make any mental preparations, this massive amount of soul fire merged into his body from his seven orifices.

Wang Qi knew that he was careless!

He forgot that the soul fire he could absorb was not limited to those undead who were killed by his own hands, but within a certain range, all the soul fire that did not dissipate could be devoured by him.

And in the courtyard outside this small building, a large number of undead are fighting with the remaining villagers. And at this time, Fang Weiqiang's fire attack also happened to engulf a large number of undead who didn't know how to avoid, and after these undead were killed, hundreds of soul fires were all swallowed up by Wang Qi across the wall before they had time to dissipate.

What does it feel like? It's like a person who was very hungry and suddenly swallowed a cake about the size of him. At this moment, Wang Qi only felt dizzy, and his whole body was bulging like a balloon filled with hydrogen, which would explode into pieces with a "bang" as long as it was a little pricked.

It is true that the energy of the soul fire can promote the strengthening of his body, but it should also be a gradual process, not such a sudden filling of such a amount of energy. Because his physical strength at the moment is simply not able to withstand such a level of absorption.

I thought that the drug-like pleasure that I would produce from inhaling soul fire before was no longer felt at this moment, Wang Qi was like an addict who overdosed, and the next moment he might step on the boundary line between life and death.

In the opposite room, three more undead skeletons came out, and behind them were two old and one young, three rickety zombies. Obviously, the three grandparents took refuge in the house, but they were brutally killed by these skeletons who broke into the door.

Since Wang Qi had already made the first move before, these undead also included him as a hostile target, approaching step by step with murderous faces. Wang Qi raised his left hand and wanted to throw out the chain to attack, but as soon as he moved, his whole body fell to the side as if he was out of balance, but fortunately there was a corner next to it, so he did not fall to the ground in embarrassment.

"This sucks!"

Seeing that the nearest skeleton had already raised the kitchen knife in his hand, and the blade was covered with blood and flesh, Wang Qi's heart had sunk to the bottom at this moment. I didn't expect that I obviously had such a powerful power, and in the end, I would die in the hands of a low-level undead so inexplicably.

Unwilling!

The two ghosts in his eyes suddenly became fierce, and Wang Qi was about to put on a desperate posture when a flower suddenly appeared in front of him.

At this moment, time seemed to be pressed the pause button, Wang Qi couldn't move, and those undead were also still in place. Only the quaint and broken Code of Natural Disasters appeared in front of him again.

Boom, the pages opened.

At the same time, a strange suction force acted on Wang Qi's whole body, and I saw that a large amount of pale soul fire once again gushed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and then was unceremoniously accepted by the ancient book.

The ghostly fire burned fiercely, first the fire in the characters on the first page became more and more intense, and finally all turned into twisted and dancing flame words, and then the page turned to the second sheet, only to see a large number of ghostly fire burning on the paper, and the characters that were originally only two lines increased rapidly.

Three lines, four lines, five lines, ten lines...... The fire is getting darker and darker, and there are more and more characters. Just as the flame was about to be completely extinguished, the last character on the second page finally emerged.

The entire page of the book was flooded with a faint blue glow, and a large amount of information once again poured into Wang Qi's mind like cramming.

Unlike the text message he only got when he unsealed the first page, this time Wang Qi actually saw a picture similar to a movie clip in a hazy way.

It was a hemispherical hall, primitive and quaint, and the bones of animals and even humans could be seen everywhere as decorations on the walls or on the columns on the side. The most conspicuous feature of the hall is a huge fountain-like building.

It's just that it is not water that gushes in this "fountain", but dark red sticky blood!

New blood continued to pour from a hole in the center of the top of the hall, and the column of blood first fell into a vessel at the top of the pool, then overflowed from it, flowed into the highest level, and then spilled downward, finally converging in a semicircular pool of blood.

There were a lot of people in heavy black robes who were busy near the pool of blood, and they were constantly scooping the blood out of the pool with a special small utensil and smearing it on the corpses that lay aside—the corpses were so well preserved that they seemed to have just been taken out of the freezer, and there was a faint chill all over them.

And outside the hall, you can vaguely see that there are more of these well-preserved corpses over there.

Wang Qi's attention was drawn to the corpse that was smeared with blood. From his point of view, he couldn't see the face of the corpse, but the **** sturdy corpse was undergoing a creepy change, and after the red blood was smeared, it quickly disappeared, just like the roots of a tree absorbing water, and the blood was being absorbed by the dead body.

I don't know how long this process lasted, and finally, the corpse that had been soaked in blood moved!