Every heavy fall was accompanied by a wail.

This heart-rending roar not only came from behind Sang Ziqing, but also floated from the narrow entrance.

When the meat beach was completely out of life, Sang Ziqing stopped his numb hand.

The vine at the ankle had lost its rhizome and drooped down in despair, turning into a gray dead branch.

The foot that has been robbed of blood can be seen almost through the human skin.

In the corridor full of pieces of meat, Sang Ziqing pulled out the bronze axe that he had taken advantage of, and limped towards the hall.

I just passed through the entrance, and my eyes suddenly opened up.

Sang Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and saw that Yang Zijie and Lu Yijie, who were entangled, were facing each other-for-tat.

The severed head was supposed to be dead, and countless brown rhizomes sprouted from the severed head, intertwined and intertwined, entangled and attached to Yang Zijie's body.

The head, hanging on the left side of Yang Zijie's neck, bulging with bloodshot eyes, shouted unbearably:

"Let's die together, let's all die together!"

"It turned me into this ghost!"

"And throw me into the weird Black Sea!"

Yang Zijie kept twisting his body, and the steel blade on his arm pierced out from the crack in the rhizome, and then was wrapped in vines.

The rhizome spread to the left and right sides of the gate, firmly grasping the door frame, and constantly pulling Yang Zijie towards the black sea behind him.

The steel blades born from Yang Zijie's legs and feet slammed into the floor, consolidating his body in place.

The monster with two heads in one body was stalemate for a while, standing in a room no more than half a meter away from the Black Sea.

Turbid tears poured out of Sang Ziqing's eyes, pouring down like a waterfall, galloping on his face for a moment, and then falling to the ground one by one.

How ... What a wonderful picture!

Sang Ziqing was moved for a moment, then stared at the steel blade under Yang Zijie's feet with a frown.

The strong desire to survive made him cling to the ground, and the cracked floor made it difficult to imagine where the steel blade extended underground.

Has Yang Zijie also taken root and grown underground?!!

Before Sang Ziqing was grateful for God's gift, the joy that emerged from the bottom of his heart was completely extinguished.

The stalemate two noticed Sang Ziqing's arrival together, and showed joy at the same time as they were extremely tacit.

"Heaven hasn't abandoned me yet!" Louis Jie's hoisted head "giggled" and laughed weirdly.

"Come, come to save him, come to save him..."

Her muscles flared up, her face was like crawling with roots, and she manipulated the underground vines to spread towards Sang Ziqing.

"Where are you going?"

Yang Zijie shouted angrily, and the steel blade that struggled to get out stabbed out of his cheek, galloping like an arrow, piercing through the head with countless tendrils wrapped around the left.

The rhizomes that spread on the floor lost their manipulation and stagnated.

The skull, which had been cut in half, was broken and threaded, and then the unsevered rhizome in the head grew together.

Hanging in the air is not human flesh and blood, but real strange plants.

"Ahhh Stinky little ghost! ”

"I finally met fresh flesh and blood!"

Sang Ziqing kept retreating under Louis Jie's shouting.

He instantly understood Lu Yijie's intentions, Yang Zijie's skin was tempered, and he did not meet the conditions for the growth of young shoots in the blood, and his own flesh and blood were perfect soil.

This woman, whose flesh and blood have been replaced by strange plants, most likely wants to be reborn through her own body!

"Yang Zijie, hold on!"

Sang Ziqing shouted and ran towards the ruins of the fireplace.

His hands were digging through the broken bricks, searching for something.

In a moment, he scooped up the unused box of matches in the gray dust pile.

Flammable, flammable... Nightstand!

It's not enough, it's not enough...

Sang Ziqing muttered in his mouth, threw the dismantled wooden planks to the center of the hall, and brought the priest's books as fire guides.

He lit a match, carefully guarding it in his hand to prevent it from being extinguished by the incoming sea breeze.

The stalemate two watched Sang Ziqing set up the "burn at the stake", and the atmosphere that should have been tense suddenly became a little more funny.

After some manipulation, the piled up of firewood finally burned, and the bright flame moved lightly, sending a few puffs of black smoke into the air.

At this time, the branches and leaves and green vines wrapped around Yang Zijie's body began to move.

"I warn you, the moment you leave my body, I will cut you to the slag."

Sensing Lu Yijie's abnormal movement, Yang Zi was a threat.

"But if you continue like this, you will also be burned to death!"

"You're in the wrong head? I'm a steel body! Oh yes, you don't have a brain at all! ”

Louis Jie's face was full of black lines, her face was pulled like withered yellow bark, she gritted her teeth, and said word by word:

"Fish-Die-Net-Break!"

The rhizomes wrapped around Yang Zijie's body gradually relaxed, and countless vines supported a woman's head to leap high and slaughter towards Sang Ziqing.

The turquoise vines, withered yellow branches, and brown stems are overwhelming.

The head hangs in the air, attached to the stem on the ground, like a jellyfish.

"Give me your body!"

Sang Ziqing held the torch high and covered it in front of him.

Swish!

Suddenly, the cold light was shining, and the killing intent was all over the sky.

In Sang Ziqing's eyes, there was only the intricately intertwined sword light and the plant residues that were broken into powder.

The pungent smell of vine sap filled the hall.

In front of the door, there was a thin and strange figure.

Yang Zijie's limbs are completely tempered, and his back is bulged with eight narrow blades, which are like spider hands and feet, shining with a bright silver metallic luster.

Sang Ziqing, who fell in fright, stared at the deformed figure in front of the door with his dead eyes through the flames, and a seed fell silently on his arm.

Finished!

It's completely over!

"Are you alright?"

Yang Zijie put the knife into his body and kicked all the burning firewood into the sea.

"Thank you anyway..."

"Even Louis Jie is like this, obviously he usually looks like a transparent person, but as a result, such a change has occurred."

Yang Zijie gently bit the steel blade on his fingertips and said thoughtfully.

"By the way, why is nothing happening to you?" He continued to ask.

"I didn't hear the whisper in my ear, and I never once trusted its scattered words."

"It doesn't seem like a bad feeling, it's more like evolution than a curse or a mutation, and I can't put it into words."

"Haha..." Sang Ziqing smiled bitterly.

The power that can be controlled by oneself, no matter how ugly and dirty it is, is also a God-given treasure.

But what God has given him is the silk thread of unknown meaning, and he can't even move it flexibly.

God, it's unfair!

Sang Ziqing put on a happy attitude for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and said with a smile:

"Perhaps... It's because there's something different about you! ”

"Like, young? I can't think of anything more than Father Priest and Louis Jie in me. Yang Zijie looked up and thought for a moment, but did not come up with a reasonable explanation.

Thump! Thump! Plop on···

Sang Ziqing covered his left chest, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

Be quiet, be quiet!

I don't want the next words to be full of flaws as soon as I blurt it out!