Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"No."

Wu Heng stepped forward, leaving two words in the air.

But these two words suddenly made the tense and heavy atmosphere around them relax a lot.

"That's good, that's good!" The soldier pressed his chest and muttered to himself, hurriedly keeping up with the pace.

Those who can survive the mouth of evil spirits are those who cherish life. They are not those nobles who like to watch bloody wars or like to sit in the Colosseum and watch their own kind kill each other.

They know the preciousness of life.

He also knew that he was fighting for his family, loved ones and city behind him, not for fun.

So naturally they couldn't feel the joy in it, but only felt the heaviness and brevity of life.

This even made them feel that the word "life" was worthless and almost caused their three views to collapse. Fortunately, they were not human.

"Maybe." Wu Heng did not say these three words.

In order to allow the "Corrupted Marrow" to integrate into this world, he used the "Nurturing" feature, so the group of deformed fruits on the battlefield are the product of the combination of human souls and evil spirits.

It contains both the hatred of evil spirits and human emotions. As for which one accounts for more in each individual, no one can say for sure.

Wu Heng came to the bottom of the valley and walked to the only corpse standing, which was 4 meters tall.

His huge, deformed body, a mixture of fruit shell and flesh, looked like a human statue-like tombstone.

The only tombstone in the valley.

Arthur and the soldiers looked at Wu Heng nervously, not daring to make a noise. They also knew that this should be the most tense moment.

Wu Heng first recited a series of spells to the corpse, and a strange sound came from inside the corpse, as if a file was rubbing against its bones.

The whole body kept swelling up and collapsing in strange ways.

The corpse's eyes seemed to be shedding tears, and green liquid was flowing out, and the amount was increasing.

It flowed from the chin to the chest and onto the ground.

Its head was drying up and the water in its body was rapidly lost. In just a moment, the entire corpse seemed to have been dried by the wind.

It looks like it has shrunk by a full half.

"This is the real Rotten Marrow Monument. There is only one monument in the cemetery." Wu Heng said as he took out the brown cowhide pot container that he had prepared long ago.

He took out another strange black horn.

Some resemble goats, others resemble black cows, but the smoothness on them makes them look like a rib.

The corpse in front of him had four hands, each with three thick fingers.

Wu Heng picked up the arm at the lower left and used the black horn in his hand to pierce the nail of the middle finger.

The black horn is like a bamboo stick to it.

prick--!

It went along the cracks between the nails and penetrated deeply into them, reaching the root. Wu Heng pried it upwards with force, and the nail was stretched open.

The black powder flowed down along the cracks and flowed into the brown cowhide pot.

This water bottle, which is the size of two palms, was filled up quickly.

Wu Heng changed to another kettle. When the water was half filled, it stopped flowing at the cracks between his fingernails.

When the last grain of black sand flowed away, the entire deformed corpse in front of him looked as if it had experienced countless years of invasion, and it had become rotten and completely corroded by the wind and sand.

With a 'crash' sound, the corpse collapsed and turned into a pile of ashes.

In the entire valley, there was nothing to stand on except Wu Heng and others, and it was dead silent.

It seemed that even the hidden vitality from microorganisms in this valley had been completely absorbed by the "rotten marrow" just now. This land was completely dead.

But everyone's eyes were on Wu Heng's hands.

They are still alive, and the things in this pot are their future and their life force, so they don't want to die.

I don't want my town to be like this valley.

The scene was touching and everyone felt very heavy-hearted, but also full of joy and anticipation.

"One and a half pots. It seems that the result this time is good. There is a full half pot more." Wu Heng put the cork in the pot and handed it to Arthur.

"What's in this pot is your future. Leave the valley first. I want to bury everything."

When everyone left the valley, Wu Heng glanced at the valley. The moment he stepped on the edge of the valley, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The entire rotten, dead valley collapsed.

"Sir, is there any hope for this place to recover?" Arthur asked while riding on his horse, carefully protecting the package in his hands.

"Can a dead person be resurrected?" Wu Heng asked back.

"I see."

Arthur remained silent, remained alert, and followed the team forward.

Wu Heng knew that he had misunderstood. What he meant was, "As long as you have enough power, everything can be done." But he was too lazy to explain, because as long as he explained, he would have to continue to explain how much power one must have to be able to do it.

Problems will arise one after another.

After only twenty steps forward, the horses were suddenly startled and raised their front hooves high, and three soldiers were thrown off their horses.

The moment they fell to the ground, the shadows turned into entities and drilled into their bodies. Their expressions immediately stiffened, their faces turned blue, and their pupils turned pure black.

He drew the weapon from his waist and attacked the soldiers beside him, killing three more in an instant.

Then a large number of dark beings, clad in black, emerged from the shadows.

Dozens of evil spirits also crawled out from the mud nearby, rushed towards the crowd, and laughed wildly.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack is evil spirits!" The soldiers drew their weapons and began to fight.

At the same time, two winged evil spirits crossed each other and rushed towards Arthur. His attention was attracted by the dark man on the ground, and he had no time to react.

The flying evil spirit got close to him, and with its sharp claws it tore open his package and tried to take it away.

Arthur held onto the package tightly, but his left hand was bitten off. The package was torn open, and the pot filled with rotten marrow inside was snatched away by one of the evil spirits along with the severed hand, and flew high into the sky, making it impossible to pursue.

When another evil spirit wanted to take the other half of the pot.

Arthur used the tearing force to grab the remaining half of the pot of rotten marrow with his right hand and threw it towards Wu Heng.

Then he opened his mouth and bit the evil spirit's eyeball fiercely. The smell of rotten dead fish instantly invaded his taste buds.

But he didn't let go, instead he pulled it back hard.

The pale rotten eyeballs, along with the muscles and nerves behind them, were pulled out in a whole string.

He used his head to hit forward violently, breaking his nose and smashing the evil spirit's eye socket into a dent, leaving a hole the size of a fist.

A whole pot of rotten marrow was lost and he went crazy.

Perhaps only death can wash away one's mistakes.

"King, calm down. We must take the remaining half pot back." The guard at the side shouted loudly while chopping the evil spirit.

"Yes, yes, the rest must be taken back. Don't worry about my life or death, protect the adults first!" Arthur regained consciousness instantly. (End of this chapter)