I made myself the protagonist

Blood flowed everywhere along Pan Rong's arm, dragging a long bloodstain on the ground.

Following the smell of blood, the zombie turned around and jumped over. It jumped suddenly and landed less than three meters behind Pan Rong.

When Zhao Sicheng saw this, he immediately held his breath. At this time, he could no longer stand out. After seeing the zombies leave, he stumbled up and ran towards where Ling Yun and others were, trying to gather the strength of other companions.

Think of a way.

Run, don't stop. I must have a way... I will definitely be able to get rid of this monster!

Pan Rong herself didn't know how to deal with the zombie in front of her, but if she didn't lure it away, everyone would be killed by it.

There was still some time before dawn, and hiding alone would not make it to the end of the mission. Now she could only gamble on whether Ling Yun and Su Li, two smart people, could find a way to survive the mission!

Pan Rong breathed rapidly, and the severe pain radiating from various parts of her body made her movements become slower and slower.

Her mind was still full of complicated and confusing thoughts. She stumbled in the darkness and accidentally missed the step under her feet.

Pan Rong exclaimed, and she rolled down the dozens of steps to the ground in a panic. Her lower body was completely numb from the previous pain and could no longer move.

"No, I seem to have reached my limit..."

Pan Rong struggled to crawl forward a few steps, until a huge "thud" of footsteps landed not far behind her. She was suddenly startled and froze on the spot.

Sure enough...can we only go here?

With tears in her eyes, Pan Rong closed her eyes fearfully, preparing to face death.

However, the pain of being torn apart as imagined did not appear. At the moment when the sharp black nails were about to pierce Pan Rong's body, a wooden stick covered with iron nails came with strong wind and hit him hard.

On the back of the zombie's neck.

"It's not over yet!"

Ling Yun jumped down from the steps, exerted his strength with both arms, grasped the wooden stick and swung it violently: the iron nails scratched the zombie's face, which was criss-crossed and covered with ravines, along with blue-black blood and minced meat.

A few sharp fangs fell out of the zombie's mouth.

Rapid footsteps sounded, and Su Li and Zhao Sicheng limped out and rushed out. They each held one end of the ink line, and with the zombie's location as the center of the circle, they ran in opposite directions, and soon trapped it again.

"You... why are you back..."

Pan Rong felt happy and moved when she saw her companion.

The zombie wanted to break free again, but its flesh was "sizzling" with white smoke, causing it to howl in pain. This time, the ink line was soaked in rooster blood, specifically used to restrain the female ghost in its body.

"This time we will cultivate both physical and mental skills. I want to see how you escape!"

Zhao Sicheng gritted his teeth and saw Pan Rong who almost sacrificed his life for everyone not far away. For a moment, all kinds of complicated emotions surged into his heart.

He held the ink line in his hand, watching the blood dripping from his palm, and muttered something.

"Fat man, are you crazy?!"

Ling Yun restrained the zombies, and after hearing what Zhao Sicheng said, he immediately realized that he was going to use his last life as a bargaining chip to use the third blood spell.

However, Ling Yun wanted to stop him, but it was too late. A red light flashed, and Zhao Sicheng tilted his body and fell heavily to the ground.

He raised his head with difficulty and smiled sadly at Ling Yun.

The moment he lost consciousness, the ink line stained with Zhao Sicheng's blood quickly pulled away.

The zombie roared and shook Su Li away on the other side. The back of Su Li's head hit the wall hard. Due to the concussion, he vomited out in disgust.

But even so, she still stubbornly held on to the ink thread and tried to stand up from the ground again.

The zombie's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he turned around to pounce on Su Li.

Seeing that something was not going well, Ling Yun waved the weapon in his hand to try to stop the opponent. The zombie's attention was attracted by him, and he stretched out his iron-like right hand, grabbed Ling Yun's neck, and lifted him in front of him.

Ling Yun swung the wooden stick and used his last strength to hit the zombie, but it blocked it with his other left arm.

The zombie twisted his hand, and Ling Yun's entire right arm was torn off. A large amount of black blood suddenly flowed out from the wound. The corrosion of the corpse poison and the pain of the broken arm made him scream.

The sharp nails pierced Ling Yun's body. The zombie waved his right hand and Ling Yun was thrown to the wall like a rag.

"I...I can't die..."

Looking at his seriously injured companions not far away, Ling Yun felt filled with grief and anger, and the despair of being helpless eroded his last will.

The blood loss made him feel dizzy and his body became colder; the wound felt like it was being burned by fire, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up under the pain.

Ling Yun fell into a pool of blood, took out the expensive bottle of healing potion from his arms with difficulty, and drank it all in one gulp.

The medicine stopped the bleeding from the wound in time, but it could not stop the spread of corpse poison.

"Kangdang" "Kangdang"

Just as his consciousness drifted away, Ling Yun vaguely heard a series of crisp metal collision sounds.

He tried to open his eyes, and in his sight, an iron chain emitting black mist suddenly came out of the darkness and wrapped around the zombie's neck.

At the end of the iron chain, the purple-robed soul-guarding ghost narrowed his eyes, held the roster in his left hand, and gently pulled it with his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yun saw the female ghost inside the zombie being pulled out of the zombie's body by iron chains.

This was... summoned by Zhao Sicheng?!

In full view of everyone, the soul-holding ghost took the roster back to his waist, and regardless of what would happen next, he directly dragged the frantically struggling female ghost at the end of the chain and disappeared into the darkness.

Without the power of the female ghost, Ling Yun clearly felt that the zombie's movements had become sluggish.

He forced himself to stand up, black blood dripping from the wound onto the floor. Ling Yun grabbed a handful of remaining glutinous rice from his pocket with his left hand and sprinkled it on the zombie's face.

The glutinous rice burned the zombie, and white smoke suddenly appeared on its disgusting face. At the same time, Ling Yun activated his teleportation ability and came to Zhao Sicheng's side, picking up the ink line that had fallen on the ground in his hand.

On the other side, Su Li stood up unsteadily, overcoming the discomfort caused by the concussion, forcing himself to run, and joined forces with Ling Yun to entangle the zombie.

"Quickly, light the fire!"

Ling Yun's face turned as pale as paper. The invasion of corpse poison and the use of his powers just now made him feel dizzy. If he hadn't relied on this last bit of willpower to support him, he might have collapsed long ago.

Pan Rong gritted her teeth, crawled to Su Li's side with difficulty, and took out a box of matches from her pocket.

"Go to hell!"

Pan Rong shakily lit the match and threw it at the zombie's feet.

The gasoline on the zombie's body had not yet dried, and coupled with the struggle just now, the oil flowed to the ground along the corners of its clothes.

In an instant, the flames quickly spread to the zombie's body. Swallowed by the fire, the zombie roared, and the skin on its face and body peeled off like a wall, then turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared into the flames.

"Why, why is this happening?!"

The flames turned green, and Qian Xiaohao's distorted face gradually emerged among the crackling fireworks.

Gray flocs fell from the sky and spread all over the ground, like a black snow.

The alley where everyone was and the building not far away were reduced to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye, slowly floating into the air.

This is enough to show that Qian Xiaohao's spiritual world is gradually collapsing.

"Let it go, you are just torturing yourself from beginning to end."

Ling Yun stood up with his half-broken body, stared at the painful face in the fire, and slowly said: "I know that you still have kind thoughts in your heart, and you don't want to hurt us subconsciously. Otherwise, when we

When we faced crises twice, it was impossible for Xiaobai and Yang Feng to show up."

Whenever ghosts remain in the world, it is always because of resentment. The reason why they cannot let go is because they have obsessions in their hearts.

If ghosts are the deceased’s own obsessions that cannot be dissipated, then zombies are the obsessions of others.

"In this story, Uncle Dong who turned into a zombie is Aunt Mei's obsession with losing her husband soon; it is the obsession of the terminally ill Ah Jiu who tries to save his life; outside of the story, he is the actor you have been chasing for half your life.

Obsession. Obsession with one thought, obsessive obsession. Life and death, good and evil, often all happen in just one thought."

Those treasured photos of Qian Xiaohao in the past fell like snowflakes and fell into the fire and were burned to ashes. Ling Yun picked up one of the photos and looked at Qian Xiaohao's face, which was only half burned.

dim.

In this world, all the time is spent testing the future in order to see the future.

However, life is about to end, and when I look back, I have the opportunity to break through the fog, see the cause and effect of what comes and goes, and get relief.

"The works you have performed in have brought full memories and joy to the childhood of our generation. We will never forget them until the zombies die. Even if the sea changes and the years pass, these works will still remain in the hearts of future generations forever.

An indelible classic. Now, this show without an audience has to come to an end." Ling Yun said.

In the flames, those movie clips and Qian Xiaohao's glorious career were like a revolving lantern, constantly switching and flashing.

"Really...that's good..."

After listening to what he said, Qian Xiaohao closed his eyes and showed a relieved smile: "Thank you."

"Goodbye, Qian Xiaohao."

Ling Yun threw the last photo into the fire.

The flames swallowed up the obsessive soul, dispersed the night, and illuminated the sky. Ling Yun raised his head, looked at the gray snow slowly falling in the sky, and slowly closed his eyes.

Everything...is finally over.