Drawing cards can't save the weird world

"How to destroy, how to destroy the ceremony?" Fatty asked hastily while waving the hammer.

Colt fired bang bang bang and yelled, "I don't know~~"

Zhao Hao: "I don't know why you are yelling so loudly?"

It seemed that Colt angered the archbishop by saying that he wanted to disrupt the ceremony.

Although it was killed twice in a row, it didn't dare to come out to attack, but it could command those dead souls.

More dead souls rushed out from the surrounding rock walls, ceiling and ground, scurrying back and forth all over the sky.

Even if they couldn't take away the psionic energy, temperature and vitality of the three people, they still had to use the only physical collision to interfere with them desperately. Scratch twice with your paws!

And those dead souls also came up with a new trick, and began to collectively let out extremely ear-piercing screams.

The sound is like a rough bamboo stick being poked into your ears, trying to get your brains out.

Dozens of screams piled on top of each other, one after another, the heads of the three of them were about to explode.

Colt, who had the weakest physique, was already stunned by the shock, with double images appearing in front of his eyes.

Zhao Hao also frowned, feeling a sharp pain in his head.

On the other hand, the fat man was still so nonchalant, shouting and waving his pumpkin hammer, every time the hammer went down, he could hit the dead soul with smoke all over his body, basically one hit with the hammer, the dead soul fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

I don't know what skills he cultivated, what path he took, but he saw white fluorescent lights shining on his body, as if all evils were invulnerable! Like a god of war!

Zhao Hao saw that Cole was talking about the gun fighting technique in particular, and he stumbled and almost missed the fat man with a shot, knowing that he couldn't hold on anymore. I have to find a way quickly!

"Yes!"

Zhao Hao suddenly remembered that he could try a card of his own now, and immediately use [Song of September Ninth]!

The singing sounded: "It's September 9th again, it's hard to get together on the night of the Double Ninth Festival. People who are homesick, drifting outside~"

Some vicissitudes of singing never came to mind, and the attention of those dead souls was involuntarily attracted by the singing, and their movements became slower and slower, and even some dead souls were floating in the air listening to the songs, and they didn't move!

Although this song doesn't have much fighting power, it does interfere with a wide range of minds.

Especially for these souls who have been dead for an unknown period of time, when they hear this kind of homesick song, they can't extricate themselves immediately.

I saw fluorescent tears pouring out of the eyes of several dead souls nearby, and they turned out to be full of tears!

Without the spiritual screams of the dead souls, Colt also recovered and gave Zhao Hao a thumbs up! good song!

But what the two of them never expected was that the fat man who had been alive and well suddenly burst into tears: "Ah~~~I want to go home~~~"

"Fuck!" Zhao Hao was stunned.

This thing has very little effect on superhumans, and it was unexpected for him to be able to control the attacking desires of the dead souls.

I never thought that the fat man who was obviously fine last time, actually broke his defense this time!

It can only be said that the human heart is very complicated, and you don't know when you will suddenly be overwhelmed by an ordinary trivial matter.

Could it be that the fat man is homesick during this time? !

Now is not the time to be homesick, that old ghost hasn't dealt with it yet!

"Fat Brother, Fat Brother! Calm down! You cheer up..." Zhao Hao hurriedly persuaded from the side.

Pulling his arms and patting his back was the only way for the fat man to control him. It was snot and tears, a mess of crying.

The fat man twitched his nose twice, "I couldn't control it, I made my brother laugh. For some reason, I suddenly remembered the days at home. Don't talk, hurry up and get down to business!"

The souls of the dead were all controlled by the singing, each of them looked miserable, and some of them were crying like tearful people.

If they still had memories of the past, they would have the heart to kill the archbishop now.

Now that the dead souls were suppressed, the three of Zhao Hao gathered together, discussing countermeasures while guarding against the archbishop who might sneak attack.

"Colt, tell me everything you know!" the fat man urged.

Zhao Hao continued: "That's right! Hurry up!"

Colt cried with an old face: "It's all confidential documents..."

"Hurry up! It's not a secret and we still don't listen!" X2.

Colt could only tell some information about the Ten Thousand Deaths Society that he had seen, especially about the undead ritual.

The specific method is unknown. I can only talk about the concept of this thing.

The members of the Ten Thousand Deaths Society are all superhumans who study death.

Some of them feel that death is the destination of everything, so they are keen to help others return.

Others believe that death is an incomparable power, and to study this power deeply is to explore the truth of the world.

They all create death or use other people's corpses for research. It's mainly necromancers, so let's not talk about it.

And those who want to avoid death are the words "longevity" that emperors, generals and ministers have been unable to escape throughout the ages!

The higher the quality of life, the less willing to die.

The quality of life of an extraordinary person is extremely high, especially knowing the real operation of this world, and knowing that after death, he will be washed into raw materials. No one wants it.

Therefore, members of this genre are trying to survive.

It's just that this school is very unpopular within the Ten Thousand Deaths Club, and there are basically few people at the top, so that it is suppressed by other members.

So nominally they are all members of the Ten Thousand Deaths Society, but let alone not belonging to each other, they are simply enemies.

That's why Colt said that the Ten Thousand Deaths Society doesn't have any archbishops at all.

Because anyone who believes in death, worships death, follows death, and claims to be a member of the Ten Thousand Deaths Society is considered a member of the Ten Thousand Deaths Society. It is quite normal to be dissatisfied or even hostile to each other.

Loose can be, looser than the Hydra in the Marvel world.

However, after the end of World War II, when the United Nations organized the Suppression of All Deaths, those who were afraid of death were not hit hard because there was no one on top, and they did not receive that kind of overwhelming blow.

Of course, it may also be because someone secretly protected them.

Just like what I said before, ancient and modern Chinese and foreign princes and generals, how can anyone not want to live forever?

Don't think that the superficial world can't influence the transcendent. In fact, those people who are at the top of the superficial world also have a high status in the inner world.

After all, the inner world is inseparable from the outer world, not to mention other things, just because the population is not supplemented by the outer world.

This so-called archbishop may be the little fish who escaped back then. It was secretly hidden by some high-ranking people who had illusions about longevity. As a result, the archbishop didn't have any long-life dreams of the superiors at all, so he played the other party, and directly attracted a group of believers to commit suicide underground to complete his ceremony.

And what happened to this undead ceremony?

In fact, it is generally to pass on death to others or to share it. In short, it is to let others take the bad things.

When Fatty and Zhao Hao heard this principle, they understood in their hearts: Is it a substitute?

They immediately looked at the dead souls around them.

Zhao Hao: "So, these dead souls that he brought together to commit suicide or homicide are all the price for his immortality? Sacrifice?"

Fatty: "The location of the ceremony is in this cave, and the soil brought back from the underworld is very rare. It has been paved... This is the location of the ceremony, and maybe even the range where the ceremony works?"

Zhao Hao and Fatty quickly figured out the trick.

Talking about immortality seems to be quite high-end, but it is a false concept.

The old ghost of the archbishop used the souls of these believers as a price and consumption, and only made a piece of pseudo-underworld in this land, so as to escape death. He's afraid he can't even leave this place! What kind of shitty eternal life is this?

Although they can't make such a ceremony for the two of them, it's much easier for them to destroy it.

I don't want to know how it came, I just want to know why it didn't!

"Made! Demolition! After demolishing this place, I don't believe that such a ceremony can continue!" The fat man took out his engineering shovel with an excited expression on his face.

Zhao Hao even lowered his head and stared at the layer of black underworld on the ground. I heard that this thing is valuable?

Dig for me!