One pound of meat equals one attribute point

The screams of terror, the sounds of pushing and swearing, and the roars of people trying to maintain order in despair, all mixed together, like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling oil pan, the calm under the sunset was shattered like a mirror in an instant.

The dead people stood up again staggeringly.

Like the zombies and ghosts in myths and legends, with red light in their eyes and hideous and distorted faces, they attacked everyone present.

Some people were knocked down by the monsters, their flesh and blood were torn apart, and they screamed in terror.

Others were deliberately pushed down by the people next to them, and several pairs of big feet trampled on them mercilessly, and soon they could not make a sound.

The leader Song Baoyi was the closest.

He wanted to maintain order, but the scene was too chaotic.

Everyone lost their minds and just tried desperately to escape from the scene.

A blue and swollen big hand suddenly pressed on Song Baoyi's shoulder, and the smell of rotten corpse water penetrated into the latter's nasal cavity like life. Song Baoyi cursed inwardly, and instead of turning around, he slapped the chest of the corpse behind him.

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, accompanied by a bright knife light.

One of the corpse's arms was cut off, but it seemed to be unaware of it, and it still roared and opened its mouth to pounce on Song Baoyi. These guys were incredibly powerful. Even after losing an arm, Song Baoyi staggered back a few steps in a hurry.

When he finally kicked it away, he found that the other three corpses were surrounding him. Under the tension, Song Baoyi panted violently, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

And the officers he brought with him were even worse. Seeing more corpses staggering to stand up from the ground, they had no intention of fighting and desperately hid backwards, wishing they could take off their black robes and escape with the other civilians around them.

Su Gui stood in front of the crowd, with two guards beside him.

The two guards were loyal, and even when they encountered such a strange thing, they did not abandon Su Gui and leave alone.

But they came in a hurry.

They had no weapons on them, just two long sticks.

The long sticks were raised and smashed down, with a whistling sound of breaking through the air, and hit the head of a rotten corpse with force.

There was a crisp sound.

It was not the skull of the rotten corpse that was broken, but the long stick in the hands of the guard.

These rotten corpses were just ordinary people when they were alive, but they were strengthened after death. Not only were they incredibly powerful, they were comparable to the top masters in the world. And the density of their bones was also improved. Unless they used sharp blades and axes to cut off their limbs, ordinary attacks would hardly work on them.

One guard blocked in front of Mr. Su, and the other guard wanted to pull Su Gui away.

The result was also a failure.

The crowd rushed past them one after another.

Su Gui was not young, and he was fat and had difficulty moving.

No matter how the guard dragged him, he had difficulty moving, and instead stumbled and fell to the ground.

His face was dull as he watched seven or eight rotten corpses staggering towards him in the red light of the setting sun. He could even see some shadows of his old friends among them.

The head of the Xu family was named Xu Shengde, and he had been a rival of Su Gui for many years.

Even though he had turned into a rotten corpse, he had not forgotten his old rival. The slightly fat middle-aged rotten corpse walked in the front, opened his bloody mouth, dragged sticky corpse water between his yellow teeth, roared, and pounced on Su Gui who fell to the ground and could not move.

The reason of the two guards was defeated by fear. They screamed, left Su Gui and turned to flee.

Su Gui's eyes widened, and his mind was blank.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the fist as big as a casserole turned into a black light and fell heavily on the face of the rotten corpse.

The extremely terrifying power burst out, and the latter's head was completely blown up like a rotten watermelon, and the broken bones mixed with smelly rotten meat and blood splashed everywhere.

Su Heng waved his hand, and his burly body blocked Su Gui like a dark iron wall.

He grabbed the heads of the two approaching corpses, and pushed them together with both arms. They exploded at the same time with a bang, and the blood plasma and brain splashed up to a height of more than ten meters. The two headless corpses with rotting corpse water fell softly to the ground.

"You pretending to be a ghost, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of me."

Swish!

Su Heng looked at the walking corpse in front of him, with a faint red light in his eyes.

He shook his head, and the mastoid muscles, trapezius muscles, and platysma muscles around his neck bulged high. The fascia from the chin to the chest was dark and swollen, tearing the long gown, and his face was full of murderous aura.

Thick blood splashed on Su Heng's face and chest.

This kind of bloody fight was also the first time Su Heng experienced it, but he did not feel uncomfortable at all, but felt a kind of refreshing feeling.

Seven or eight rotten corpses were attracted, and Su Heng pounced on them like a tiger into a flock of sheep, punching them one after another. The head was smashed like a rotten watermelon, the body was torn apart, the broken limbs and arms splashed like foam, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Not far away...

Song Baoyi, the leader, was stunned to see the scene in front of him.

He had just killed three rotten corpses and knew that these monsters were difficult to deal with. They were extremely powerful, felt no pain, and had to be careful to ensure that they would not get hurt.

Every time he dealt with one, he had to carefully estimate the distance and look for opportunities.

It was not as wild as Su Heng, who just kept punching, and his true energy was surging, so no monster could get close.

And the violent and exaggerated black iron fist seemed to be more powerful than any weapon in the mortal world. If a corpse was touched, it would die. If it was hit head-on, it would be completely blown up on the spot, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and not even a complete corpse could be pieced together.

In less than a moment.

Su Heng killed more than a hundred corpses by himself.

A smarter officer roared and wanted to take the opportunity to step forward and grab the credit.

However, Su Heng swung his tail like a dragon, and his long legs with twisted muscles were like a battle axe wielded by a god, blasting the air, with a faint white turbulence, directly cutting a corpse behind him in half from the middle.

The lower body fell to the ground, and the upper half of the body, with huge kinetic energy, hit the officer who approached rashly.

The latter collided with the remains of the corpse, and blood was all over his face and body. His eyes were wide open, his face was terrified, and he screamed. He crawled out with his hands and feet, and a strong stench came from his crotch. He was frightened to the point of incontinence.

"Xu De..."

Su Heng didn't care about the thoughts of the people around him, but was immersed in killing.

Until he punched through the chest of the last corpse, smashing the rotten heart and breaking the spine.

He breathed a sigh of relief and came back to his senses from the killing.

The corpse drooped limply on Su Heng's ape arm. Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Su Heng sighed again and slowly pulled his bloody arm away from Xu De.