Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

"Roar!"

"Chichichi..."

Burning sounds were heard one after another, and the zombies fled away from his surroundings. Those who failed to escape were burned up instantly and turned into dust and scattered on the ground.

Song Nan swung the sickle, and the light of the sword suddenly shot out with flames, leaving no trace of armor behind wherever it passed.

He raised his wrist and saw the rising numbers on his watch, slightly raising the corners of his mouth.

This test was too simple for him.

On Song Nan's side, the gods are killing the gods, and the Buddhas are killing the Buddhas. But the other newcomer's side seems to be extremely difficult.

The young man was seen holding a dagger, running away and fighting back. Not long after, he was surrounded by the zombies in the ticket booth, unable to escape or attack.

Song Nan frowned and quickly ran in his direction: "Don't be afraid, I'll cover you."

The young man was shocked and huddled in the pavilion. Hearing his words, he was suspicious of it and continued to huddle inside, frantically slashing at the hands of the zombies that came out of the pavilion.

Song Nan pursed her lower lip, grabbed the transparent chain, and swung it out.

"boom!"

The chain rushed straight into the ticket hall, like a purple dragon rushing past.

The young man's eyes widened and he stared blankly at the dark purple light reflecting on the horizon. Then, the zombies disappeared, leaving only a few embers slowly floating into the air with the flames.

He swallowed unconsciously, opened the door tremblingly, walked out of the pavilion, stared at the large open space in front of him, and fell into a daze.

Song Nan came over and patted him on the shoulder: "How are you? How far are you still missing?"

The young man flinched, glanced at his watch, and responded softly: "There are still 70 left..."

Song Nan smiled slightly, grabbed the chain, and extinguished the flames on it: "I'll help you, and we'll go back together after the killing."

After saying that, he threw out the chain, wrapped it around a zombie, pulled it to him, and kicked it to the ground.

"Kill it."

The young man's pupils shrank, he knelt down, gripped the dagger and stabbed it into the zombie's head. Then, a faint flame ignited from the blade, burning away its brain bit by bit.

Song Nan let go of the motionless walking corpse and exclaimed in a low voice: "You are a bit cruel~"

The young man pulled out the dagger, looked at the thin layer of red flame attached to the blade, and smiled shyly: "I am very weak, I can only ignite this little flame."

Song Nan looked bright and showed his small white teeth: "It doesn't matter, you can kill as much as you want. I will protect you if you encounter danger."

There was joy on the young man's face, and he clenched his sleeves excitedly: "Thank you!"

Song Nan smiled and said nothing. When he saw him rushing into the corpse pile, he immediately activated the chain to clear away the corpses around him. At the same time, he observed his movements and was curious about what he would do next.

After a long time, the young man stopped and waved to him: "I'm done!"

Song Nan nodded, looked around calmly, and found that they were far away from the fence and were in a blind spot. They couldn't see Beswen, and Beswen couldn't see them.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and bowed gratefully to him. When he turned around, the timid look on his face was gone.

He just heard him say in a cold voice: "Everyone is here, please come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people walked out of the amusement facilities in the back.

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, glanced at a few people hastily, and finally fixed his gaze on the person at the end.

The man's attire was very familiar to him.

Wearing a black priest's robe, his face was tattooed with twisted black characters, from his eyes to his chin, like black tears, pitiful and strange.

The man noticed his gaze and slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of inorganic eyes.

Song Nan's pupils shrank, and inexplicable horror filled his heart.

Those eyes are not deathly silent, but the calm that suppresses all the madness to the extreme!

He is dangerous!

Song Nan gripped the sickle tightly, surrounded by chains, and ignited blazing purple flames, bringing a strong visual impact.

He looked expressionlessly at the young people standing beside those people and asked, "What are you doing?"

The young man sneered, and the flames in the dagger suddenly rose, extending from the top of the blade and transforming into a long red flame knife.

"It's just that you are from city B, and you happen to be on the same team as me."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, understanding in his heart: "I didn't expect that the conflict between City B and City P would be so serious, and they would even send undercover agents to other bases."

He looked around calmly and found that all the walking corpses around him had been cleared away. However, perhaps the action of cleaning up the walking corpses was too easy, so no one paid attention to the walking zombie behind him whose trajectory was completely different from the other walking zombies.

It didn't seem to be afraid of the flames, and ran slowly and staggering anxiously.

Song Nan frowned, and vague fragments flashed in his mind. Then, he mobilized the chain, wrapped it around the walking corpse, and released a large amount of flames, completely covering it in an instant.

The moment he acted, the young man and others also moved and attacked him one after another.

"Ping~"

Song Nan's tiger's mouth was numb, and the hand holding the sickle trembled slightly. His body kept retreating, and he swung the sickle outward, releasing a lot of impact from the impact.

But before he could stand firm, two men rushed over, one from the left and one from the right attacking at the same time.

Song Nan frowned and considered whether to take back the chain for defense.

"boom!"

At this moment, a black sickle flew over to block the attack of the two men.

Beswen's figure suddenly appeared, with a black chain wrapped in her hand. She grabbed the handle of the sickle and swung it forward horizontally, drawing a dazzling blue moon.

"who are you?"

With a cold light in her eyes, she launched attacks one after another, beating the two of them to retreat.

The two people retreated quickly, retreating behind the black-robed priest with a solemn expression: "Who are you again? Since when did City B have a person like you?"

Bei Siwen raised the sickle and put it on her shoulder. Then she raised her head, raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes were full of anger, and said evilly: "I only know one Tang Zixiu, but he will suffer a lot!"

The young man swung his long knife and said indifferently: "She is a member of Tang Zixiu's team. Although it is difficult to deal with, as long as we hold her in check and kill the new members, the mission will be completed."

The black-robed priest's pupils moved slightly, he took out a pamphlet and said calmly: "You can't kill him, just give him to me. His value is much higher than killing him."

The young man glanced at the black-robed priest and smiled jokingly: "Qi Yan, have you still not given up on that idea?"

The character tattoo under Qi Yan's eyes squirmed faintly, causing a visual trance.

He stared at Song Nan closely, with no emotion in his tone, like a robot that only knew how to act according to the program: "Every world contains the power of 'gods'. As long as there are enough beliefs and sacrifices, mortals can also Can become a 'god'."

The young man bared his teeth and unconsciously took a step aside: "You are really a bunch of lunatics."

Qi Yan remained silent, just opened the booklet and muttered some unintelligible characters.

"Om~"

The pitch-black formation quietly emerged, floating in the sky above him, and expanded rapidly. Then, the terrifying and ominous aura spread invisible and quickly spread to the entire amusement park...

With a stern look on her face, Beswen waved the chain, swung out the sickle, and attacked Qi Yan's position: "Nannan, we have to interrupt him!"

"Ping!"

The three people around Qi Yan immediately took action to resist the attack of the sickle, and used methods to forcibly restrain it, making it impossible for her to take it back.

Song Nan frowned. He didn't have time to think about why this person's name was exactly the same as the person he knew well. He immediately launched an attack in an attempt to stop Qi Yan's chanting, but the young man suddenly threw out a human-shaped talisman. The next second, the talisman quickly Expand and become a living person.

The man raised his hand, grabbed the handle of the knife, slammed it into his body, let the blade sink into his body, and used his body to snatch his weapon and restrain his movements.

"laugh!"

Song Nan's pupils shrank, the sickle blade was firmly embedded in the man's body, and the handle of the knife was also grabbed. With his strength, he was completely unable to break free.

He gritted his teeth secretly and suddenly noticed that the walking corpse wrapped in purple flames began to struggle. He suddenly retracted the chain and gave it freedom again: "Stop him."

The walker with charred skin roared, and then his turbid eyes were completely dyed dark purple. As if he understood his words, he burst out at an astonishing speed and reached out to grab the unsuspecting Qi Yan.

"Roar!"