Killer Loli leads Soul Society into the apocalypse

"Hold on!"

Yu Mengqiang endured the feeling of dizziness, and his empty right hand clenched his fist desperately.

The thin nails pierced into the palm of the hand, marking the Dao blood print.

The tip of her bitten tongue, mixed with tingling and bloody smell, was stimulated by both to make her barely stay awake.

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters ....

Fortunately, the zombies on the road ahead were still some distance away from them, and they did not find the two figures.

And the ten zombies chased were not fast, and after following half the way, they were completely chased and lost.

"Come in!" Tong Meng sneaked straight into the abandoned teaching building, randomly found a classroom that still smelled of paint, and shouted softly to Yu Meng, who was stumbling in her steps.

When the classroom door closed, the two of them fell weakly to the ground like a pile of mud.

Yu Meng's rapid breathing sound was like a bellows, which once made Tong Meng think that she was about to die.

"Are you all right?"

Looking at Yu Meng, who lowered his head and his face was pale, Tong Meng had an illusion at this moment.

The other party is not the devil who wants to kill himself just now, but has returned to the ordinary little loli who is not good at sports and is weak and can't help the wind.

For a while, she couldn't tell if the two were alone.

Hearing Tong Meng's concerned words, Yu Meng took a few deep breaths back and forth, and then stretched out his hand and waved.

Then she struggled to get up.

Amber eyes were still filled with cold light, and he looked around.

The front and rear doors have been locked, and the south-facing windows are sealed with wooden panels.

At this moment, the classroom was dark, only a little light shining through the cracks in the wooden planks.

If they were careful not to make a move, they should not attract other zombies over.

It's just that the sky has become dark at this time, and only relying on the food in their bags, they will not arrive at the cafeteria soon, I am afraid that they will not last long.

But with the state of the two at the moment, it is probably not a wise move to forcibly go out again.

Yu Meng was a little worried that if the zombies here would become stronger at night like in the previous life movie, it would be troublesome.

After this series of encounters, she has also understood the limits of this body.

If you want to get to the cafeteria smoothly, you must strengthen yourself quickly.

Yu Meng swallowed his spit with difficulty and returned to the door again.

She took out a cup from her bag and whispered to Tong Meng on the ground, "Water."

The latter immediately noticed, and a cloud of water vapor suddenly condensed from his fingertips.

A moment later.

The glass of pure water fills the cup.

'Knock knock. After

drinking happily, Yu Meng handed the cup to Tong Meng.

"Yu Meng, are you also a psychic?" The latter couldn't help the curiosity in his heart and asked in a low voice.

Yu Meng didn't answer, just replied, "Don't make a sound, just rest here tonight." The

long assassination experience has made her accustomed to being vigilant about everything and everything, and Tong Meng is just a girl who has known Yu Meng for less than a few hours.

If you want to really gain her trust, you have to get her approval.

And now Tong Meng....

It's just a timid, cowardly ordinary child.

Yu Meng untied his school bag, took out two packs of food from it, and gave one to Tong Meng.

After eating, Yu Meng found a piece of clothing, cut it into strips of cloth with a shallow blade, and wrapped it around his injured left ankle.

However, this treatment of the symptoms is not the root cause, and ordinary sprains are not treated with drugs, and they also need a short time to recover.

It's just that with the current situation, it is not easy to maintain the status quo without deepening the deterioration of the injury.

Yu Meng pulled the breathing sound of the bellows and slowly closed his eyes.

If she wants to improve herself quickly, the only way she can think of is her own power.

The mind moved slightly, and the door slowly opened through the boundary.

Returning to the gate of the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy again, she did not hesitate and directly clicked on the interface.

The four big characters [chop] [fist] [go] [ghost]

appear in front of you, and below them are their respective instructions.

Slashing: Slashing, that is, kendo.

Fist: Defeat the enemy with bare hands, that is, fight for nothing.

Walking: Moving the body, that is, instantaneous.

Ghost: Singing inscriptions, auxiliary techniques, i.e. ghost paths.

"Do you want to choose one or the other?" Yu Meng's gaze wandered between the four, and he quickly made a decision.

The first three dreams all had some foundation in previous lives, but the last one seemed to have more meaning to learn.

This time, she didn't come to the same room as before.

Instead, he was in a room full of puppet dolls, and above the doorway, there was a large pair of large characters written in ink.

Ghost.

In the center stood a bald old man, the other party was on crutches and draped in a white coat.

With the arrival of Yu Meng, the old man slowly turned around and looked over head-on.

I saw a deep cross scar carved on his forehead, a white beard that was about to be grounded, and a terrifying aura emerged from his narrowed eyes.

With a glance, Yu Meng instinctively took two steps back, and then set up the shallow hit in his hand and stared at the other party deadly.

"Good response, little one." The old man nodded incomprehensibly, then picked up his crutches and paused on the wooden floor.

In an instant, the terrifying momentum suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared at all.

"Whew~" Even

if it was just a thought to come here, Yu Meng couldn't help but wipe the non-existent sweat with his hand.

At this time, the old man's thick voice recalled in the empty classroom, "The old man's name is Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku, and he is here as your division commander." Without

giving Yu Meng a chance to speak, the old man named Yamamoto raised his index finger and pointed at one of the dolls.

"Brave souls, do their best to break through the bondage."

"One of the broken paths, rush!"

I saw that as the chanting ended, a majestic power suddenly appeared on the body of Old Man Yamamoto.

And his fingertips condensed a shimmer of light, and then quickly rushed to the puppet.

'Boom'.

Yu Meng saw the body of the doll suddenly explode. A fist-sized hole appeared.

"This..." The

other party only said a few words, but he could trigger such a terrifying attack, all of which was beyond Yu Meng's understanding.

However, Old Man Yamamoto did not intend to stop, and began a new round of chanting.

"Long rope of softness, bind yourself, bow your head to be judged."

"One of the Ways of Binding Stuff!"

This time, there was no exaggerated attack, but a rope glowing with golden light appeared out of nowhere, directly binding the puppet's hands behind its back.

And then....

Under Yu Meng's vigorous beating eyes, Old Man Yamamoto's demonstration has not stopped.

"The sound of insects in the morning, the flowers and plants in spring, the tenacious and unyielding life, bloom with glorious vitality."

"Return to one of the healing!"

A blue-green light flashed on the puppet's body, and Yu Meng was shocked to find that the body that had been damaged by the broken path just now was actually slowly healing.

The demonstration of three skills in a row made her unable to return to her senses for a long time.

"The use of ghost ways lies in talent, but also in hard work." Old man Yamamoto took a deep look at Yu Meng, and his finger pointed out again.

A mysterious fluctuation spread towards her mind.

Yu Meng hurriedly closed his eyes and realized that this was exactly the three abilities demonstrated by the other party just now.

Long.

After opening his eyes again, there was no longer the figure of Old Man Yamamoto in the room.

"So these are called ghost paths?" Yu Meng muttered.

The release of the ghost path is based on its own spiritual pressure, and the strength and weakness are positively related to it.

The front chant is to better help you arrange the spirit son in the spirit pressure, so that you can strengthen the ability of the ghost path.

Just when the dream came to mind....

[Please complete the corresponding proficiency level of the ghost path before you can enter the next stage of learning.]

As the prompt tone ended, Yu Meng saw three progress bars appear on his side, corresponding to breaking, binding, and returning.

"Is this homework..." Yu Meng tugged at the corners of his mouth.

But in this way, it took advantage of her wishes.

It's better to practice here than in reality.

She followed the appearance of Old Man Yamamoto, raised her right index finger, and aimed at the puppet in front of her.

"Brave souls, do their best to break through the bondage."

"One of the broken paths, rush!"

At the end of the chant, the fingertips did condense the same shimmer.

However, its power is really indescribable, it just makes people shake slightly, and even the clothes covered by the outer layer are not damaged.

"Is the gap that big?" Yu Meng smiled bitterly and touched his nose.

She was not discouraged, and she could be sent as her mentor in the corpse soul world, then the other party must be one of the best.

What's more, when they first met, the oppressive power of the old man made Yu Meng understand that if the two sides fought, I was afraid that he would not even be able to survive a move.

This is just contact with the ghost road, and it is excusable compared to the other party.

Moreover, his spiritual pressure has not yet advanced, and he will definitely be able to continue to improve in the future.

Compared with breaking the Dao, in fact, Yu Meng is more concerned about the binding path and returning the Dao at the moment.

If you can integrate the two, then tomorrow when you face those zombies, you can not have to spend too much effort.

Thinking of this, she began to chant again.