Even though he was several kilometers away, Zhang Tie, who stayed where he was, could still feel the boundless death energy spreading crazily.
It was as if with the "death" of Mo Ling, some kind of terrifying existence trapped in that body emerged.
The black shadow grew larger and larger.
In just a few seconds, hundreds of Lin An, who were moving at high speed, fell into the quagmire at the same time and began to scream and struggle without reason.
Black threads pulled down from the thick dark clouds and gradually condensed into a huge silhouette.
Turn your back to the rising darkness.
In Zhang Tie's eyes, the shadow was full of deathly silence, as if a shadow emerged from hell and slowly stood up.
One meter, two meters, five meters and ten meters
Expansion, diffusion.
In just a few seconds, the night sky began to boil.
Inexplicable whispers began to echo, just like the ancient sacrificial words in religious sacrifices.
As the black shadow gradually condensed, the power from Mo Ling's body gradually climbed to more than 40 meters.
A huge shadow is cast across the land.
The undead monarch, who is more terrifying than the aberrations, was born.
Consciousness is fixed at the last moment.
It is different from imagining that consciousness returns to nothingness.
Under the influence of the meme, Mo Ling, who was supposed to be completely dead and had his consciousness occupied, felt that the world in front of him suddenly froze.
An inexplicable force penetrates into the space of consciousness, just like a revolving lantern, constantly selecting memory fragments.
In an instant, emotions and consciousness were stripped away.
Except for the deepest longings deep in my heart, all memories are like being subtracted from the mind by giant scissors.
Like a damaged machine, Mo Ling opened his eyes in confusion as pictures flashed through his mind.
It was the same as what Lin An had faced before, the most extreme "dream" deep in his heart.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
"Mo Ling in our class is just a freak."
"I heard that when she went to school, she always carried a knife with her, which was scary to death."
Whispering.
In the class after class, several girls gathered together and talked mockingly about a girl in the corner.
Although they are no longer in junior high school, girls at this age already know a lot.
The girls gathered together in twos and threes and told the rumors in an exaggerated tone.
And in the last row.
The girl they were talking about was sitting alone in the corner, with short black hair hanging to her ears.
The body is made straight, like a sculpture.
The girl's complexion was pale and her thin body looked a little sick.
Not a trace of blood could be seen on her delicate little face.
She lowered her head, as if shutting out the world.
Even if someone deliberately said her name in an exaggerated way, she seemed not to hear it and just sat there silently.
In the corridor, several boys in school uniforms were fighting and making noise. The leading boy could not help but glance at the figures in the last row.
"Make a bet!"
"Whoever can touch her things will treat her to drinks!"
"Wow, you're not afraid of her stabbing you!?"
"I heard she scratched an adult with a knife last time!"
The class teacher who was passing by glanced sideways at the boys who were discussing bad ideas and walked quickly past.
Logically speaking, she should stop this incident, which is no less than school bullying.
But looking at the little girl sitting alone in the corner, she just frowned and didn't say much.
She doesn't like that girl either.
That's right.
These kids were right, that girl was a freak.
I usually don't like to communicate with others. I always stay alone and never participate in class activities.
Even at the parent-teacher conference, that girl was just picked up, and no one came to attend it.
Logically speaking, as a teacher, she should care about that girl.
but
For some reason, every time I called the girl to the office to talk, the girl would always look at me with that vigilant expression, like a piece of wood.
As time passed, she became too lazy to care.
Especially Mo Ling's ever-alert posture makes it really difficult for people to get close to him.
Don’t know what’s good and what’s good!
No one likes a hot face against a cold butt, especially this girl, who really looks like she has a mental problem.
Walked quickly.
The students, who had discussed how to tease the girl, walked to the last row laughing and joking.
On the bus.
A middle-aged man held a briefcase under his arm and had his eyes raised on the bridge of his nose, looking polite and polite.
The bus was crowded and the bus was rocking like a ship in the sea.
Looking at the girls huddled together in front of him with their heads bowed, he couldn't help but have a flash of desire in his eyes.
Fresh and tempting.
The immature girl's white and delicate legs under the school skirt have a seductive feeling.
The pale skin exudes morbid beauty.
Just like the green snake fruit, it makes people want to pick it in advance.
It must be very smooth and tender, right?
Due to the shaking of the bus, the man with glasses intentionally or unintentionally moved his body closer to Mo Ling.
Hot and unbearable.
He is very familiar with this trick.
For this kind of students, even if they discover something, these girls are so thin-skinned that they dare not say anything and can only endure it silently.
Swallow dry saliva.
In his fantasy, he seemed to have thought of the pleasure of the soft skin pressing against him.
The faint aroma, like the fruits of the Garden of Eden, almost fascinated him.
Closer, closer still.
If you get closer intentionally, he will look like a shrimp with its belly arched backwards.
The girl remained motionless.
That charming face seemed to be filled with grievance and helplessness.
He was very satisfied.
Looking at that delicate side face, for a moment, he felt a sense of forbidden bullying growing in his heart.
Slowly lowering his arms, he couldn't help but want to do more with his obsessive desire.
Just the next second.
The girl who was originally imagined to be suffering humiliation silently suddenly turned around and looked at him coldly.
"despair"
My lower abdomen felt cold.
He saw a young girl with an immature look, a small knife in her slender hand, pointing straight at his lower abdomen.
"Mo Yu, come here."
"Let daddy see if you have grown taller recently?"
In a messy and dilapidated hut, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow-stained vest was lying on the sofa with a sultry expression, holding a wine bottle in his right hand.
In front of him, a trembling little girl lowered her head, motionless like a frightened chicken.
"Don't be afraid~ Come, let daddy see if my good daughter has grown up."
After swallowing dryly, the man pulled his daughter into his arms, and his rough fingers kept touching her tender face.
In the kitchen, the woman in an apron shuddered when she heard the disgusting "intimate" sound outside the living room, and then continued cooking as if nothing had happened.
The skinny arms were covered with bruises.
It's just a touch, it's nothing, nothing
This family cannot be separated.
As if under self-hypnosis, the woman was chopping vegetables stiffly.
The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board seemed to cover up the man's breathing.
In another room.
In the dim room, Mo Ling was lying in front of the table with his head lowered.
The little hand that should have been holding the pencil was now tightly gripping the handle of the knife.
"Dad don't want it"
"Don't do this"
Childish cries came intermittently from outside the house, mixed with the sound of chopping vegetables on the chopping board.
Separation of consciousness and body.
It's different from the repressed feelings miles away.
In the center of the battlefield, the ink spirit who transformed into the Lord of the Dead seemed to be elongated, wrapped in a huge cloak made of death energy, and the originally small face became extremely mature and charming.
Under the influence of memes, no one knows what happened to the little girl who was resurrected as the Undead Lord.
The blood-red eyes were like bright lanterns, hidden under the cloak.
"Hoo"
Breath of death.
Ink Ling, who was resurrected as the Undead Lord, tilted his head slightly, his scarlet eyes showing no emotion at all.
In an instant.
As the boiling ended, Lin An's army in mid-air seemed to be aware of some huge danger.
Within 1 second.
Lin An, who was also like a machine, suddenly took action and attacked the huge black shadow.
From a distance, it looks like dense black dots plunging into the abyss.
The sword light flashed.
A series of slashes full of destructive aura struck the body of the Undead Lord.
However, it seemed as if he was being suppressed.
The undead monarch, who was looking down at everything, stretched out his vague giant hand indifferently, and swatted it away instantly, just like swatting a mosquito.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Destroy and destroy.
A terrifying and pure force directly crushed the nearest third-level Lin An.
The power from the source of death surged out crazily like an infusion in an instant.
No dialogue, no conversation.
As hundreds of Lin An took action, the aberrations that were originally fighting together seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.
Two white afterimages shot towards the darkness respectively.
