Chapter 193 The Distorted World

In the dumbfounded eyes of the old man, Ye Tingbai stood up and walked forward slowly. With every step he took, a piece of land would break apart and fly away, exposing the corpse underground. If there was a corpse under the corpse, the sub-personality would still be there. Dig them all out.

Within a range of ten meters, the sub-personality is the king. He can control anything he wants to control. All the soil automatically spreads, revealing the bones. The old man's work for thousands of years is being overturned at an extremely fast speed.

When countless corpses were exposed to the air, they all experienced a common reaction, which was activation. The decayed body tissues began to regenerate, and even the dead bones began to become shiny.

After these corpses were gathered together, some unexpected changes occurred.

Ye Tingbai is still continuing to dig up corpses. He wants to dig out all the corpses that can be seen. This is a huge workload. Even the sub-personality is a little dizzy under such high-intensity work.

Finally, an hour later, the first batch of corpses dug up by Ye Tingbai had been reanimated. They moved their broken bodies and moved towards the City of Dreams in various strange postures. The eyes of these corpses only had The wall in front of them had very poor attack capabilities, so they could only lie on that hard wall and scratch at it.

When the flesh and blood on the palms were gone, they continued with their finger bones, leaving white marks on the wall. Only then did Ye Tingbai understand why there were blood marks and white marks intertwined when he looked at this city wall before.

When the flesh and blood are polished away and only the white bones remain, all they can leave behind are the white marks made by grinding the bones.

But even so, they still did not give up. Their hands were polished, their arms were broken, and their heads were broken. These corpses were using every possible place to move to destroy the obstacles in front of them. They wanted to return to the city.

What's strange is that the ridiculously hard wall is crumbling under the scratches of these monsters. It seems that the old man did not lie to him. If no one buries the body, big trouble will happen.

The old man squatted in front of his thatched house, watching this scene that had happened in his dreams countless times. He didn't know why tears shed from the corners of his eyes. The city wall was destroyed, and the people of his age disappeared, and he could finally Relieved.

Corpses were piled one on top of another, gradually surrounding the entire city. They were still climbing up on their own bodies. It was a scene of the end of the world. There were so many corpses in this burial ground that even Ye Tingbai couldn't find them. Dig out one percent.

This is something that has appeared since the Second Era. This is a burial ground that has been accumulated for tens of thousands of years. No one knows how much resentment exists.

Maybe the city lord was right.

"No one has seen the city wall shattered, because everyone who has seen it has died."

boom!

Click!

The sound of shattering came one after another. The wall was overwhelmed and holes began to appear. More and more places were broken. The corpses seemed to have been given a shot of stimulant. Their activity level increased greatly. They found the nearest gap. Swarming into the city, no longer obsessed with destroying the city wall.

It took ten minutes for these monsters to be completely gone. Ye Tingbai walked up to the old man and asked.

"Don't you want to go back and see? How long do you want to live without humans or ghosts?"

The old man looked back at the house. Ye Tingbai went over and demolished the house for him, breaking his last thoughts.

The old man was furious. He knew that he was no match for Ye Tingbai, but he still yelled at him.

Ye Tingbai smiled slightly. This was probably his bad taste. He just wanted to see what the woman who this man had devoted his life to and devoted himself to looked like now.

"You don't dare to see her, do you? Do you think she still remembers you?"

This sentence hurt the old man's heart. He shouted, his voice hoarse, and there were a few tears in the corners of his dry eyes.

"It's impossible for her to forget me, how could she forget me, how could she forget me!!!"

Ye Tingbai: "Let's go back together and take a look. I won't let you die before you meet."

The old man looked troubled, but finally agreed.

Ye Tingbai held Xiao Hei's dagger in his hand and led the old man back to the city step by step. Twenty minutes had passed since their delay when the wall first cracked.

Just these twenty minutes have completely plunged this city into purgatory. Everyone here is an ordinary person. Facing these resurrected corpses, they can fight two or even ten, but they will be tired. The gap has increased to hundreds and thousands of times, and individual strength is no longer effective.

These natives were torn apart and eaten alive by the resurrected corpses. The whole city was filled with blood and resurrected corpses. Some corpses without eyes came to provoke Ye Tingbai, but they were all dealt with painlessly.

He is not a native here, and the corpse buryers are not among the targets of these people's attacks. After all, they have all been buried by the corpse buryers themselves, so it can be regarded as a favor.

The corpse buryer silently led the way towards the home in his memory.

Unfortunately, all the ordinary families in this city were not spared. All their families were destroyed, including the person who buried the body. He squatted in front of his house and cried bitterly. Ye Tingbai was particularly curious when he saw the old man's appearance. Every step he took just now was very heavy, but when he saw that the door of his house had been broken down and the house was full of blood, he felt relieved.

His tense body relaxed completely, and even when he cried loudly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. This man seemed to be happy about the woman's death.

He was happy that his dream over the years had not been shattered, and that all his efforts were meaningful.

Many times, we work hard and struggle, but forget what we struggled for in the first place. The girl may have already solidified in the old man's heart. He didn't want to see her at this moment, and he didn't care.

I moved myself, that's enough.

Ye Tingbai sneered and walked into the house. After cleaning up several corpses, he found the woman in the bedroom. Because she was the old man's creation, she was created like the resurrected corpse, so those corpses did not hurt her.

Ye Tingbai dragged the old man in and locked the door. No matter how noisy it was outside, he just wanted to witness this love that spanned the ages. Does it really exist?

The woman was in fear and was intimidated by Ye Tingbai's force. When she looked at the old man, there was only disgust in her eyes. The dirty body and the stench made her not want to look at him straight in the eye.

Ye Tingbai: "Say something."

The man who buried the corpse half-knelt on the ground, moved forward twice, and grabbed the woman's body.

"Qingxi, it's me, I'm Chengshu, you still remember me, right? You must still remember me, right?"