Salted Fish Zombie

The three players just watched and didn't stop Hina Kui.

Originally, they wanted to transplant a sacred flower into the heart of the king, so that he could feel the pain of the flower attendant.

But the king didn't die on the holy flower, it's also good to die by the hand of the flower attendant. This is a kind of fateful death.

The queen next to her was so frightened that her face turned pale. She was spattered with blood and had a fat and long red snake stuffed in her mouth. The blood on her hair was in harmony with the red snake.

After recovering from the shock, she crawled to the side with her long snake tail.

After climbing a few steps, Chu Kui dragged her back by her legs.

When Chukui dragged her, Ye Nanwang took the opportunity to **** the knife from her hand, and pressed Hao Beijing under him.

Ning Changfeng raised his eyebrows, "Then you guys can start."

He threw out two stalks of black holy flowers, which he took when salvaging Anxiang's body on the second floor.

They had this plan in mind.

Ye Nanwang looked at Hao Beijing with complicated eyes. They were indeed friends for many years, and he seemed to be struggling.

During the tossing between the two, the twilight spirit on their bodies became heavier, and the two red snake tails in their mouths twisted into a ball on the two of them.

Because of the long and heavy red snake, it was difficult for Hao Beijing to even shake her head, but she still shook her head twice, with a strong pleading in her lifeless eyes, which made her eyes look weird.

When you are old and about to die, if you try your best to become younger, you will not want to die even more, and you will be more afraid of death.

Ye Nanwang is the same, unable to face death.

So, he plunged the knife into Hao Beijing's breastbone.

Now he is no longer as old and weak as he was when he cut Huayuan back then. He is strong and strong. Even with the sternum protecting him, he can still open Hao Beijing's chest.

All three players looked over.

Hao Beijing's chest cavity was red and green, her blood was indeed red, and the blood vessels, heart and other parts of the chest cavity were covered with a layer of weird moss-like things.

Ye Nanwang was also taken aback by this thing, and he quickly transplanted the holy flower into her heart.

The heart beat a bit, and the layer of tiny moss seemed to feel something, and began to shake, with a strange sense of horror.

Hao Beijing opened his eyes wide and trembled violently.

After Ye Nanwang transplanted her with trembling hands, he immediately withdrew his hands, as if he was afraid that the horrible green moss would get on his hands.

Then he clutched his chest.

He might be wondering if those green things came from eating holy flowers grown from human bodies.

"ah!-"

His wrist hurts.

The wrist was broken by a kick, and the knife in his hand flew into Ning Changfeng's hand.

Ning Changfeng looked at him with half-closed eyes and said, "Want to know if you have any in your chest? Let me help you look."

Ye Nanwang opened his eyes wide in horror, and hurried forward.

But he had a heavy and long red snake wrapped around him, and he crawled slowly and tiredly. When he was about to climb to the door, he let out a "hoo hoo" sound.

He stretched out his hand and was about to touch the black door, a white light of surprise burst out in his eyes.

As long as he knocked on the door, the man in black outside could hear it and rush in to save him.

His curved and smooth hand was only two centimeters away from the black gate.

"call out!"

The red snake tail that was still in place exerted force in his mouth and threw him back.

It just landed at Ning Changfeng's feet.

Ning Changfeng is a neat person, and he doesn't talk much at this time. Obviously, he does not position himself as a decent person in this dungeon.

The villain is ruined by talking too much.

He raised the knife and easily sliced ​​open Ye Nanwang's chest.

When he was silent, there was a kind of silent horror on his face, and when the masseter muscles on the side of his face suddenly swelled up, the horror was even stronger, and could wrap a person's entire heart in a suffocation.

Ye Nanwang, who was looking at his bloodthirsty vertical eyes, almost fainted from fright.

Ning Changfeng cut open his chest, and when he saw the green inside, he once again thought of the unforgettable scene of him throwing away his son's chest with his own hands.

His face was even more terrifying, and his pupils almost turned into a sinister silvery white.

Ye Nanwang was frightened and fainted on the spot.

But the next second, he was awakened by the pain again.

Tortured repeatedly in pain and frenzy, this is the only time in his life that he longs for life, and it is not bad to die.

He wished he could die on the spot.

Ye Nanwang transplanted the holy flower to Hao Beijing, Ning Changfeng transplanted the holy flower to Ye Nanwang, and Chukui also transplanted the holy flower to the queen.

The red snake withdrew from their mouths, and the mouth stretched by the red snake couldn't be closed for a while.

Their bodies twitched in pain, their faces contorted.

The knife was still there, and they all wanted to get it, as if they wanted to end this pain that was worse than death.

Fang Qi put away the knife.

Four flower attendants in black stood in front of them, watching them quietly.

Without the knife, they either started scratching frantically at the wound on their chest, or started banging on the floor, or tried to shut their mouths and bite their tongues.

This is just the beginning, and the holy flower has not yet become active.

Those flower waiters, they haven't felt the inhuman torture they experience every night.

How about that, they must have a good feeling.

Fang Qi sighed, "When people get old, do people really want to live forever and stay young forever?"

"Ah." Ning Su said regretfully, "I have no chance to find out."

He hasn't changed since he turned into a zombie.

He has always maintained the eighteen-year-old appearance when he turned into a zombie, and looks younger than the eighteen-year-old of ordinary people.

Fang Qi: "..."

Ning Changfeng laughed and frowned again, "Didn't the saint notice that we are making such a fuss? What is she doing?"

"She should know, but she won't care. Not only will she not care, she may be happy to see it happen." Ning Su said.

Fang Qi: "What do you mean?"

Ning Su lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and didn't answer him immediately.

Ning Changfeng glanced at him and said, "It's time for us to find the saint."

He said to Chu Kui who had been silent all this time: "Go to the Flower Attendant Hall to find Su Xiangsheng, An Xiang's ashes are with him, you take An Xiang and leave."

Chu Kui froze for a moment, her eyelashes were wet, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Regardless of the saintess, those men in black outside are not to be feared at all.

Chu Kui left, and she left the Flower Temple with An Xiang's ashes.

Once they thought it was their holy land of salvation.

And the three players continued to go up and found the saint on the top floor.

When they went, it was the time when the holy girl was about to eat Huafeng's finger.

Huafeng naturally disagreed, "You are crazy!"

He still doesn't know the secret inside, and can't understand the madness of the saint.

Seeing the three of them appear, Huafeng breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said to Ning Su, "Ning Su, she actually wants to eat my brother's finger."

Ning Su: "You may die if the finger continues to grow. She doesn't really want to eat that finger, but this finger must be taken off, and she doesn't want to let others eat it."

Huafeng immediately said, "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

Ning Su knew that he was not afraid. He was not afraid of death or pain for his brother. If he had been afraid, he would not have insisted on raising that polluted holy flower.

They came, and the saint did not speak.

She stood in front of Huafeng with her back to them.

Ning Su said: "The king died, and the queen and the two family heads were transplanted with holy flowers. This is what you want to see."

Fang Qi asked: "Why? I don't understand, isn't she with them?"

Ning Changfeng laughed and said, "They don't deserve to be with the Holy Maiden."

Ning Su looked at the saint in heavy black and said, "You died a long time ago, on that rainy night five years ago, under the small round window in the Flower Attendant Hall."

Ye Nanwang and Hao Beijing said that the thing that grows rustlingly in the darkness and spreads slowly is the Ling Xiaohua.

It specializes in sucking dead people, especially the thick resentment and hostility born at the moment of death.

The saint died at that time, after seeing Huayuan being chopped into pieces in front of her own eyes.

Just like when Xueqiu saw Yin Daijun died in the coffin.

With strong hostility and unwillingness, he used his blood to coagulate Ling Xiaohua, gained infinite power, and became the creator of a world.

Xueqiu couldn't accept Yin Daijun's death, and the saint has been maintaining a crazy world.

Perhaps, she never thought that she was dead.

She kept telling herself that she had seen God and gave birth to Flower God.

In this way, Hanahara and her death will make sense.

In fact, that Ling Xiaohua was only born from the resentment and hostility in death.

In fact, Ye Nanwang and Hao Beijing failed.

At that time, the saint was as weak as Huayuan, and they failed to activate the saint by killing Huayuan, but instead made her dying of grief and despair.

The moment the saint became the ghost master, maybe she killed Ye Nanwang and Hao Beijing, or maybe she didn't.

However, in her world, she indulged their longevity, but did not intend to let them go.

Like Xueqiu, she deceived herself a little, and couldn't accept the reality, so she continued to maintain and develop this crazier world, but she had a sober soul in her subconscious.

She has no protection measures for these people. She connives and helps them continue to do crazy things, which is to want batch after batch of players to torture and kill them countless times again and again.

Ning Changfeng has nine heads, so being killed nine times is nothing.

They will be tortured and killed countless times by different people, and they will taste the retribution from different people again and again, so they cannot be reincarnated.

Fang Qi was stunned for a moment, surprised and suddenly, "The saint is the ghost master!"

It turns out that in this world, there are no gods, but ghosts.

That's right, the heads of the country are all dead, and the heads of the two largest families are easily subdued by them, and there is only the saint.

It's just that he didn't expect that it would be the ghost master.

The saint didn't speak all the time, she turned her back to them, and she sat on the black chair with her hands in her black sleeves resting on the back of the chair.

She whispered, "That night, I saw the Flower God."

Ning Su: "You didn't see it."

All she saw was Ling Xiaohua, with three petals.

That is just one of the countless clones, as long as there is the deepest resentment and hostility at the time of death, it will appear.

And the trace that He really appeared was the four-petaled Ling Xiaohua.

Ning Su was inexplicably convinced of this.

The voice of the saint suddenly became harsh, "I saw it!"

Ning Su said more stubbornly: "You didn't see it!"

Just like that time outside the Flower God Temple, when the saint said his holy flower was a monster, Ning Su firmly said: "You didn't see it, what you saw was not the Flower God!"

"..."

Ning Changfeng and Fang Qi felt that no matter what, it is better not to anger the ghost master in the dungeon world.

Ning Changfeng also felt that if he gets angry, he should get angry, because at this time his son must also feel very uncomfortable.

He said that the saint is the master of ghosts, and he repeatedly emphasized that the saint has never seen the flower god. In Ning Changfeng's view, he is actually denying the existence of the flower god. In other words, he has suffered so much and can't support him Flora.

Even Ning Changfeng couldn't tell whether the saint had ever seen the flower god. After all, when they entered the dungeon, the system said that there was a legend that the saint had seen the flower god.

Furthermore, if there is no God, their only task is to find a way to meet God.

The way to see the gods is to have a devout belief, and use your body to serve and raise your own gods. This shows that there should still be gods.

He didn't know why Ning Su firmly denied that the saint had seen the Flower God.

"I saw it!" The saint turned her head, her face was so ghastly for the first time, "If I hadn't seen it, how would I know what the body of the Flower God is like, how the statue can change, how can there be growths on his palms? Out of the body of the flower **** I have seen before!"

Ning Su said, "There is indeed a God, but you haven't really seen Him."

"..."

In a moment of silence, Huafeng's voice sounded, "I also believe that there is a flower god."

Although he didn't understand some words, he believed in the existence of gods from beginning to end, just like his brother believed in the existence of flower gods, without reason.

Ning Su let out a "huh", and the boy's voice was flat but firm on the top floor of the Flower God Temple, "I will prove it."

The annual Flower God Festival is here.

This is the day when the **** of flowers comes.

This is the most lively and solemn day in Furen County.

It was also the bloodiest day.

A large number of sacrifices are required on this day to welcome the flower god.

On the central street of Furen County, hundreds of flower slaves were dancing a deformed sacrificial dance. Weird and uncomfortable singing came from their mouths, accompanied by the "click" sound of broken bones.

The strong **** smell came from nowhere, and it wafted everywhere in Furen County.

In front of the Flower God Temple is the busiest and most tense place.

More people were kneeling in front of the main hall than ever before, even the rooftops in the distance were full of people.

Not only big families, but even some ordinary families offer sacrifices to the flower **** to pray for the blessing of the flower god.

Countless hideous and painful sacrifices "flowers" wailed silently amidst the cheers, but in this deformed world, it made the crowd more excited and tense.

The saint in gorgeous black and red sacrificial attire stood in front of the statue, waiting for the official start of the Flower God Festival.

ten o'clock in the morning.

The saint walked out of the hall.

The moment her feet stepped out of the Flower God Temple, enthusiastic cheers erupted in Furen County, and countless people knelt down to the tall statue.

It was at this moment that the statue changed.

A huge black snake like a dragon rushed out from behind the statue.

It was so huge that its head could barely protrude from the wide temple gate, and its eyes were bigger than a human head.

At the same time, two unremarkable ghost children in the crowd jumped on the saint, hugging her to prevent her from moving.

The men in white around the Flower Temple were trapped by various weapons.

Everyone was shocked by the giant snake.

None of them had ever seen the Flower God, so they wondered for a while whether the dragon-like giant snake that rushed out from behind the statue was the Flower God.

Looking at it in shock and horror, I saw the picture in its two huge eyes.

"We recruited men and women of different ages, from newborn babies to the oldest elderly in Furen County, fed them Kurosawa flowers, and stuffed them with Kurosawa flowers."

"We said that it was the manifestation of the God of Flowers, the story of God descending from the sky. The God of Flowers was sleeping in Heize. He chose this place. Furen County will become a blessed land and be blessed by the God of Flowers."

"In the name of the God of Flowers, we were presided over by the Lord himself, and selected the first batch of flower servants."

…

The smiles on everyone's faces disappeared.

The breathing and the hymns also ceased.

The cries of the shocking human sacrifices in front of the hall were finally heard.

From their shattered, blood-stained faces, sternness hovered.

The three people who implanted holy flowers in their bodies were thrown out by the tail of the snake. Their blood vessels protruded and wriggled in pain, showing the image of a real flower attendant to all Furen County people.

Thunder rumbled.

It was raining heavily.

The rain washed away the blood on the human sacrifices and flowed to the knees of every believer kneeling in front of the hall.

Blinding lightning tore the sky.

At that moment, the innocence of the Furen County people really cracked.

At first, a young couple stood up, the rain splashed on their faces, flowed into their eye sockets, and flowed from their eye sockets into their screaming mouths.

The rain poured into their mouths, and it was hard to hear what they were shouting, whether it was a child or a parent.

It doesn't seem to matter anymore.

On the day of the Flower God Festival, there was complete chaos in front of the Flower God Temple.

The noise of turmoil was covered by heavy rain and thunder, and the Temple of Flowers fell into a silence cast by thunderstorms.

The black door of the Flower Attendant Hall on the third floor has been locked.

Except for Ning Su, the other players were locked outside the hall.

Ning Su didn't want to hear Ning Changfeng and Su Xiangsheng's nagging and cursing anymore.

Ever since he came out of the saint's room on the ninth floor and heard that he still wanted to serve the holy flowers, he hadn't stopped nagging.

"Didn't you hear what Ye Nanwang and Hao Beijing said, the sacred flower should be removed immediately when it grows out of the body, otherwise it will be sucked by the holy flower and die!"

He heard it.

But he didn't want to.

He still believed he could raise his own, his own god.

As a father, Ning Changfeng couldn't bear his son hurting him like this. Using his own body to make offerings to the strange holy flower was not counted, and he still had to be sucked by him a little bit.

But he didn't know that he was raised by him.

It is fair that he eats him, and he eats him.

Ning Su just believed that he was Ling Xiao, and the four-petal blood flower was the evidence that his soul existed.

Therefore, he must see Him.

Must, meet up.

Take it as the fulfillment of a wish of more than twenty years.

Long vines grew from his fingers, and the four-petal blood flower on the vines was twitching.

Ning Su's face was only skinny and blood vessels left.

He thought it must be ugly and scary.

He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he couldn't lift it anymore.

"Flower... flower wind."

Ning Su softly called another person in the hall.

Everyone gave up serving the sacred flowers, they knew the answer, and plucked the flowers from their fingers.

Everyone didn't understand Ning Su, and thought he was strangely stubborn.

Only flower wind.

Therefore, there are only him and Huafeng in this hall, and only the two of them are continuing to raise their holy flowers.

Ning Su remembered that Huafeng was lying not far from him.

But Ning Su didn't hear his voice, not even his breathing.

Huafeng is dead.

The only person who stubbornly insisted on raising holy flowers with him died.

He was the only one left lying alone in this dark hall.

Ning Su suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

In the silence and darkness, he heard the sound of tears falling to the ground.

Not his.

Ning Su exhaled lightly and almost without breath, slowly turned his head and looked to the other side of the small round window.

Around the small round window is the only place with light in the Flower Attendant Hall.

In a place where the dim light is barely reachable, Huafeng's body is half hidden in the darkness, half bathed in the dim light.

The whole good hand that had grown out of his fingers was gone.

That hand caressed his skull-like face, and stretched out from a white gauze sleeve like moonlight.

The moonlight white clothes looked particularly good on that man.

What Huafeng said is right, his brother is the most beautiful person in Furen County.

Even if tears fell from his eyes drop by drop, even if he was in a dark and dirty environment, it would not damage his demeanor.

Ning Su stared blankly.

Looking at the most handsome boy in Furen County, tears dripping down Huafeng's bone-like face, watching him kneel beside Huafeng, holding him in his arms and crying bitterly.

Huafeng he succeeded.

Huayuan worked as a flower attendant for her younger brother, but was chopped into pieces and buried in the black mud.

Huafeng worked as a flower attendant for his elder brother, enshrined his elder brother's dead hand in his body, used blood, body, soul and life, and made him his god.

Ning Su's heart beat suddenly very fast.

The stiff and dead heart began beating frantically for no reason.

He felt something slipping past his ankles, like the sleeves slipping when a person stood upright, and it was not a fabric material that people could think of. The strange texture made a layer of goose skin on his ankles.

Ning Su's fingers trembled.

The intact vines and four-petaled blood flowers growing on his fingers disappeared.

Ning Su froze and didn't move for a long time. He didn't know how long it had passed before he lifted his long eyelashes tremblingly and looked up.

There was a figure with the light of the small round window behind him, looking down at him.

His long hair fluttered behind him without wind, and he was wearing the blackest robe in the world, with **** lines looming.

In the halo of light, Ning Su clearly saw the curve of his chin, the height of the bridge of his nose, and his pair of empty and deep eyes.

After becoming a zombie, the only drop of liquid condensed from the stiff body flowed out.

[Congratulations to player Ning Su for completing the main mission and seeing the true god. 】

[Transfer preparation, about to leave the game. 】

A hand that couldn't feel the temperature, and didn't know whether it was cold or hot, gently landed on the corner of Ning Su's right eye.

He bent down and wiped away the tears that ran down the corners of his eyes.

The skinny body was carefully picked up from the damp and cold black stone floor.

Ning Su was getting closer and closer to that face, and he looked at him intently with wide eyes.

Just like every time he worshiped, he lay on the palm of his hand and sang the hymn of the flower **** when he looked at him.

In the clear and beautiful peach blossom eyes, there is a clear face reflected.

Ning Su's hoarse voice made a very soft voice, "I finally saw you."

"Hmm." He whispered, "What do you see me wanting to do?"

Perhaps, at a certain point in time, He also heard one or two prayers among countless believers.

They wanted to see him, they made wishes to him, and those wishes were small and unworthy of mention.

This time is different.

"Anything is fine?"

Ning Su looked at him without blinking, and he felt the Gu worm in his body climbed from his arm, mixed with blood vessels to his heart, stirring up trouble in his heart, causing violent tremors.

His heart was pounding, and his heart was not just his heart, there were other blood-red things in it.

Ning Su said, "I want to take you away."

His deep eyes must have fallen on his face.

Thunderstorms continued outside the Temple of Flowers.

A gust of wind blew up in the distant field, wrapped in a fishy smell of flowers, raising the richest sound in the world.

There was chaos in front of the Flower God Temple, the cries of flower slaves, the wailing of human sacrifices, the roars of believers, and the questioning of ordinary people intertwined.

The saint in gorgeous sacrificial attire stood silently in front of the hall, always looking up at the small round window on the third floor.