Here Lies The Wicked

“Look, someone's back safely! ”

People with eye-tips noticed several blurry shadows approaching outside the security zone in the dark.

“Looks like you left the safe zone, went to the city looking for someone else, told the others to evacuate the instructor at Ford and they? ”

After getting closer, they finally saw the faces of the people and immediately shouted, “Sir, we're here! We're here! ”

It's just strange that those instructors, just as they were about to enter the security zone, suddenly stopped.

All standing still.

They waved at their clothes, standing alone on the edge of the security zone, as if they were showing their clothes past.

It's like a walker is in some kind of trouble, asking for help with his clothes.

She was only seventy-eight years old, had no idea of a good person or a bad person, and was wearing genuine, kind clothes. She was hesitant to see the familiar uncles of the instructors waving at her.

Uncle Fook kept telling her not to leave the camp.

Dangerous outside the camp.

The light in the orbit under the mask flashed a few times, the clothes seemed to be thinking, then she was only seven or eight years old, ready to go back for adult help.

But at this time, the little black in his clothes, this cat cursed, his hair exploded, like facing a threat, directly revealing the brutal nature of the cat curse.

Ow!

There was a dangerous low howl in his voice, only to see a cat with two ears standing on the ground stretched and amplified indefinitely.

Till!!

Pfft! Pfft!

The instructors, who stopped and were waving at their clothes, were all bloodshed, their bodies separated, and their flesh was like being cut off by countless sharp blades, instantly.

It instantly became a bloody skull.

But even more frightening, the instructors who became blood skulls still waved at the clothes, indicating that they were past.

They're not alive! These people are dead, and now they're controlled ghosts!

The clothes scared the back.

But at this point, there were a few more blurred figures, approaching from afar.

At the same time, the scriptures in the night sing sounds, hidden from the beginning, seemingly faint, gradually becoming clearer.

The person who appeared this time was not the instructor.

It's some cadets.

But one of them was particularly noticeable: a dry corpse with a lantern of corpse oil and a black robe.

Dry corpses shrink all over their bodies and evaporate clean, leaving only one dry, covered bone to dry.

This dry corpse is exactly what Fang had encountered several times before.

But the dry corpse at this moment, with no previous splendor in his eyes, left empty, unfocused, mune, is an empty shell puppet controlled by man.

And as the dried corpse of the portable corpse oil lantern appeared, the cat cursed the dark shadow on the ground, and the longer it was pulled, the claws were raised, and the cat shadow quickly covered each other.

Pfft!

Dry corpses were shredded from a dry, hard muscle that lacked moisture, revealing a slightly yellowish boner. However, the next second, a flame of salaries flew out of the lantern of corpse oil, burned with bones, immediately lived and died human white bones, and returned to the original dry corpse appearance.

At the same time, another cluster of undercover payroll flies to the right hand of the dry corpse.

With the right hand of the glittering claw, one claw slaps the cat cursing the shadow beneath his feet.

This claw is very light and seems to be understated. If you accidentally flicker, you see the underpay flash that ignites the whole cat curse shadow.

Cat shadow shocked.

It's like being badly hurt.

It shrunk so fast that it turned back into a cloud-trapped snow-white glove kitten in the arms of her clothes.

The clothes hurt, even the two groups of light in the orbit were much weaker, as if talking about her fears and depression.

Under the clothes consciousness held the little black, but the little black slammed up again, the cat cursed the black shadow quickly stretched on the ground, just as that dry corpse continued to want to make it according to law, with claws burning the flames of the underworld, the cat shadow pounded faster towards the cat shadow on the ground, cut off the dry corpse's right arm.

Boom!

No blood on the right arm landed, smashing the dust.

But just when the cat shadow wanted to kill the dry body completely, at this time, the oil lantern in the other hand of the dry body, suddenly no wind spontaneously burned, instantly, turned into a torchman burning all over his body.

Pong!

The ground stretched out a huge cat shadow, opened his big mouth, a brutal bite towards the torchman, and the torchman burst into flames, dried corpses, and disappeared.

He also lost his right arm, which fell to the ground.

And that's when, boom!

A glistening blue claw suddenly emerged from the ground and directly pierced the huge cat shadow on the ground, clicking! Knock, knock! The cat shadow shivers painfully, and the glittering paws in the wound continue to intensify, like trying to tear the cat shadow to pieces.

It's a right hand.

So instantly disappeared, the dry corpse, with the help of the strange power in the lantern of corpse oil, the right arm once again lived and died human white bone healing.

The battle between the cat curse and the dry corpse is coming too fast.

But in just a few seconds, he was killed.

Just as Blackie dragged the dry corpse, the sound of scripture in the air became louder and louder.

“Sylvester… like… 23619; …"

The sound of scripture this time, not from elsewhere, is actually from the disciples of the Magic Mune.

They waved at their clothes and saw that they were never out of the safety zone, and their faces began to rise rapidly in grey, dead grey colour, their eyes turned upside down, all white with no black eyes.

With a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, he began to recite a sound of scripture, while reciting, like crazy, self-mutilating handles crazily pulled into his throat.

Her throat was torn and torn by herself, as if she had no idea, and she kept pulling her hands down her throat. That crazy look, like something stuck in my throat, almost half my amputated arm was pulled into my throat, my throat was scratched, I caught a large amount of flesh, and I threw up blood for a moment.

Yet!

The blood they spit is not the red blood of ordinary people, but the black blood of evil doors.

These black blood are sticky.

It's like an unrefined oil crude, extremely sticky.

Where black blood passes, large tracts of soil are rapidly contaminated and blackened.

Pfft!

There was a learner's arm, pulled out a big hole in his throat, and finally, something stuck in his throat, and it came out raging, and it was the sticky black blood.

More and more people are pulling out big holes in their throats, spitting black blood out of their bodies, and ground contamination is accelerating.

All of this came too quickly in front of us. Dry corpses appeared, and the self-mutilation of trainees took place within seconds, giving no response time at all.

Those students in the safety zone, in fact, practiced from ordinary people for a short time, their hearts are not firm enough. Faced with this crazy and bloody scene, they are already frightened and look silly in place.

“Die! ”

“Watch out for these returning people, they are bewitched!! ”

Suddenly, outbursts of anger and drunkenness were heard in the camp by those who had fled earlier to the security zone and were picked up by management.