When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

"Please - tomb - immortal - please!"

A long and powerful shout, as if it crossed the barrier between the yin and yang worlds, exploded in this silent space.

Shovel's eyes instantly turned into a deep black ink, just like two bottomless pools.

The surrounding environment, the guardrails on both sides of the road, and even the mountains on both sides... everything disappeared.

"Ding!!!"

The enemy was not a human-machine. In order to prevent Su Yuan from interrupting his spell, Shovel had to hit the gong every few seconds.

As his own condition became worse and worse, Su Yuan could not get close at all.

The supernatural power was like a surging tide, wantonly changing everything around.

The familiar environment was twisted into a barren grassland in the blink of an eye.

Su Yuan stood alone in the middle of the grass, slowly looking around, and saw countless stones of different heights standing in the ink-like darkness.

No... those are tombstones.

"Is this the tomb-calling fairy?" Su Yuan's face changed slightly. Seeing that Heitao's posture was like calling a god, he thought it should be like the folk, asking some unknown existence to possess his body and then strengthen himself.

Unexpectedly, he summoned a bunch of tombstones.

There were so many that you couldn't see the end at a glance...

The most difficult thing came from the unknown. Su Yuan didn't know what kind of supernatural attack this was and how to defend against it.

"Wuwuwu..." The sad crying came from all directions like a tide, as if countless people were crying at the grave, and there were all kinds of weird whispers in my ears, and I couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

At the same time, the shovel blew the supernatural suona.

An extremely sad emotion surged in Su Yuan's heart, and he wanted to commit suicide again.

Is it another sonic attack? He has too many tricks. Compared with him, I am just a crude warrior...Su Yuan suppressed the thought of chopping off his head and looked at the tombstones vigilantly.

This fight was particularly difficult. The opponent had endless tricks and could attack and defend. At present, it seemed that the only shortcoming was the lack of flexibility.

But Su Yuan himself was also restricted. In the open state, he could control his own gravity and make himself float.

Floating + high-speed movement = flying.

But that damn ghost rope... made him fight on the ground.

Other methods of gravity were just offset by the steel bar with gravity magnetic field that was inserted into the ground not far away.

"Is this the high-end combat power of the supernatural world?" Su Yuan had no doubt that if he hadn't blocked it, this Spade could knock down all the favored people on his side.

No wonder they were confident in blocking the road.

"Wait...!"

At this moment, Su Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying scene.

A streak of white suddenly appeared in the dark cemetery grass.

That was... the color of skin!!!

"Shua——!"

In front of the countless tombstones, one pale arm after another, like spring bamboo shoots, emerged from the pile of earth.

Those arms were twisted and dry, with narrow and sharp nails, emitting a disgusting blue-black color.

Zhang Yang's shadow appeared beside Su Yuan, looking at the scene with a serious face: "Plants vs. Zombies Tombstone Edition, you need a 25-sun Tombstone Devourer."

"I need a free hammer... No, shut up, I'm going to suffer!" Su Yuan roared in a low voice, holding the sickle tightly, and appeared in front of a tombstone in a flash, stepping on the loose earth and slashing at the pale arm.

When ordinary people see such a horrible scene, they will be afraid, run away, and fall to the ground with trembling legs and shouting no... But Su Yuan will choose to cut it to see the composition.

This is related to character, but also the confidence brought by strength.

If his ability is "grass man", he will find a cool place to lie down and wait for death.

A red light flashed, and the pale arm was cut off directly.

But the next second, another arm jumped out of the pile of earth, firmly grasping Su Yuan's leg, and an inexplicable force pushed up, as if something wanted to crawl out of the earth.

"Just now it was the right hand, this is the left hand, and there is a corpse buried under each tombstone."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Su Yuan continued to swing the knife and cut off the left arm of the corpse.

Then, he held a long knife in his left hand and a giant sickle in his right hand, and took turns to chop at the things in the pile of earth.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the soil a dazzling blood red. The things in the pile of earth soon stopped moving under Su Yuan's fierce attack.

Kill one.

But... Su Yuan turned his head slightly and looked at a tombstone next to him.

The pile of earth hasAfter being overturned, the things inside crawled out.

Next to the dark tombstone, a man squatted there with his limbs twisted into a weird angle, holding the tombstone with his pale five fingers, and slowly looked up at Su Yuan

With the appearance of the first corpse, the surrounding mounds seemed to be triggered by a chain reaction, and things broke out of the ground one after another.

They either stood up shakily or crawled on all fours like beasts, with a pair of empty eyes staring at Su Yuan.

"That paper money is a good thing."

Su Yuan took a deep breath, exerted force on his feet, and took the initiative to rush towards the terrifying things crawling out of the mound. The war sickle flashed a cold light in the air and slashed at the corpse in front.

He was in a very bad state now. While the blood rain strengthened him, it also put a great burden on his body.

He chopped the corpse in front of him in half.

But there were too many of them. The monsters that crawled out of the tombstones rushed towards Su Yuan one after another, like a surging tide, trying to completely drown him in this endless horror.

Su Yuan's figure was soon submerged by the tide of corpses.

At this moment, Shovel stopped playing the suona. His legs softened and he sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Damn, it's really... really hard to deal with." He raised his arm and took a look. Strange ink stains spread on it.

That was corpse spots.

"It will take some time to recover, but it's all worth it." Shovel muttered and looked up, staring at the blood moon that was gradually dimming. As long as the moon returned to normal, it meant that the man was dead.

In order to avoid further trouble, he had to see this scene happen with his own eyes.

Besides, killing a "Holy Flame" level person alone, this record is unprecedented, right?

"The benefits I can get from the organization are immeasurable..." The shovel lifted a corner of the shroud and took the ghosts back one by one.

"Shua——!"

Just then, a strange sound came from the front, and something strange happened.