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Chapter 363 Sacrifice
Dazed and stunned.

The brothers of the Fanhe Gang, who had just been drinking and eating meat together, now let out inhuman howls, and their arms, which had turned into octopus tentacles, carried the wind and smashed towards Cao Meng heavily.

Without time to feel sad, Cao Meng planted his legs on the ground, leaned his upper body backward, and used the iron bridge to avoid the crab claws. At the same time, he grabbed the wooden stool with his right hand and broke the stool leg with a click. The moment he stood up again, he poked the stool leg straight into the waist and abdomen of the mutant brother.

Puff, puff.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the member of the Fanhe Gang was swaying, but he didn't fall down.

A lamprey-like tongue suddenly spit out of its mouth, and the mouthparts full of sharp teeth on the tip of the tongue pierced into Cao Meng's shoulder, gouging out a large piece of flesh.

The same thing happened to other people. These mutated servants and guests were all fearless and had strong vitality. They could continue to move even if their spines were broken or their throats were torn.

What's worse is that they even retained some of their fighting instincts from their previous lives and can still use punches, kicks, throws, knee strikes and other moves.

One of the Jinyi Guards failed to dodge and was kicked by the mutant warrior with the Northern Style Tan Leg, which shattered his jaw.

The Jinyiwei had blood gushing out of his mouth, and his arms were grabbed by the mutant servants of the Tu family who rushed over. With a "ripping" sound, both his arms were broken.

On the other side, a mutant who practiced horizontal kung fu and was as tall as an iron tower waved his thick crab claws at the Kuyu monk of Daxiangguo Temple.

Elbow, elbow, and elbow.

Facing his old friend, the Kuyu monk showed a look of compassion and sorrow. He threw out the long and wide sleeves of his monk's robe, wrapped his friend's arms, and pulled him forward to the ground.

He then activated the Xiangguo Temple's Thousand-Jin-Zhu technique, and stepped down with his right foot as hard as a log used to ram the earth, directly crushing the mutant's skull.

"Amitabha, all donors, smashing the head will be fatal!"

Lead?

Tang Men Xicai took out a black iron cylinder from his sleeve, aimed it forward and pressed the trigger.

Zheng!
A steel needle slightly thicker than a toothpick shot out and pierced into the eye sockets of several mutants rushing in the front.

The mechanism buried inside the steel needle was automatically triggered, and dense spikes popped out, completely crushing the mutant's brain.

This iron tube is an improved version of the Tang Sect's hidden weapon "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles". It can control the number of hidden weapons fired at a time, unlike the original version which fires all out with one press.

And the power has also been improved.

If it is made of the deep-sea silver mother that is a specialty of Douluo Continent, it can at least break the martial soul true body of a Titled Douluo and kill a Soul Emperor or Soul Saint in seconds.

just
Click, click, click.

The sound of bones rubbing against each other was heard one after another. During the banquet, the guests who were in hallucinations and killed by mutants crawled up in strange postures, with organs of marine organisms growing on their bodies.

Even the Jinyiwei who had his arms broken and bled to death slowly stood up amid the exclamations of his comrades, with fins growing out of the broken shoulder and a starfish growing out of the broken nose.

More and more people are "resurrected" from the dead, rushing towards a corner like a wave.

clang! ! ! !

The sound of the giant hammer hitting the ground was deafening. Amid the stunned expressions of the crowd, Hui Yu, who had returned to her original appearance, held a skull-crushing power hammer that was taller than her. With one hammer, she knocked a mutant flying, and the mutant flew across the entire courtyard, smashing into the towering wall and embedding itself into the bricks and stones.

With another backhand swing of the hammer, he crushed another mutant who was trying to launch a sneak attack into the ground.

"What are you doing standing still? Run!"

Huiyu led the way out of the courtyard. The remaining survivors woke up as if from a dream and followed her through the corridors and walkways hung with lanterns, rushing towards the exit of the mansion.

"Lao Sheng, please come back soon"

Huiyu strode forward with big strides, but he was not as calm and composed as he looked on the outside.

She is a nanorobot. It is an underestimation to say that she is immune to all poisons. She can drink cobra venom and pufferfish toxin as sweet water. The midazolam used by the CIA for interrogation is no different from a stomachic and digestive tablet.

The key is that she doesn't have human nerves, and even illusions like Tsukuyomi can't make her fall into hallucinations.

I want her to travel into the sky.
There is one and only one possibility. Memetic infection.

Low-level memetic infection can increase or decrease memories and alter emotions, while high-level memetic infection can distort the mind, override personality, and even take effect on objects other than humans.

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Hui Yu looked down at the back of his hand. The liquid metal surface that was splashed by the mutant's blood just now was gradually disintegrating like tin plague (the phenomenon that white tin turns into powdered gray tin at 13.2℃). It turned into powdered metal particles.

Huiyu silently put the metal dust back into her pocket. She could sense that the liquid metal was subject to some kind of strong interference and could not be melted back into the main body in a short period of time.

It's both memetic infection and blocking nanorobots.

No matter what the secret behind the Tu family is, it is mysterious enough. At least as mysterious as the headless elk that Li Sheng saw on the killing field train.

Thinking of this, Hui Yu turned his head to look at the survivors while running, frowned and asked: "Others are either fainted or turned into monsters, how come you are okay?"

Huashan swordsman Wu Ge was confused and asked, "We... don't seem to have eaten the white fish sashimi?"

Monk Kuyu shook his head and said, "It's not the fish sashimi's problem. Miss Huiyu ate it and was fine. Besides, some people at other tables didn't eat either, but they still turned into zombies."

"Maybe it's because of this treasure passed down from my ancestors?"

Su Konghu, the young master of Wanzhang Valley, hesitated for a moment and picked up the white jade carved into the shape of a Tengu hanging around his waist.

It reflects a warm luster under the sunlight.

There is a beast in Yinshan Mountain, named Tiangou. Its sound is like a durian, and it can ward off evil.

Su Konghu was running when the middle-aged man named Song Zhong behind him suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him to stop.

Everyone was standing in a long and narrow corridor, with a rugged rockery on the left and a blooming lotus pond on the right.

"What's wrong, Uncle Zhong?"

"There's a visitor up ahead."

Song Zhong, wearing a plain brown robe and with an ordinary face, strode to the front, reached for his waist, and pulled out the soft sword disguised as a belt.

The whole person's aura suddenly changed, as sharp as a knife.

Behind the rockery he was staring at, four figures slowly stepped out, all of them mutants.

Its head is covered with a mess of marine species' organs, but from the clothes it wears, its identity can still be barely identified.

The abbot of Guangxian Temple, the lord of Xunmei Fort, the head of Wuya Cave, and the island owner of Yeluwu.

All four of them are at the peak of the innate realm.

The oppressive feeling in front of the corridor was like an abyss. The dense footsteps behind the corridor were getting closer and closer. Jinyiwei Lu Hu tightly grasped the Embroidered Spring Knife. The Kuyu monk silently recited Buddhist scriptures. Wu Ge's face was pale, and Xicai's eyes were vague. He glanced back and forth at the rockery and the courtyard wall, trying to find a way to survive.

"I'll hold them back,"

Song Zhong stepped forward with his sword, turned his head slightly to look at Su Konghu, paused, and said, "Run quickly."

The moment the words fell, four zombies at the peak of their innate state pounced upon them.

Song Zhongyi shook the soft sword, sometimes taking advantage of the softness of the sword to stab, chop, pick, lift, and scratch at incredible angles.

Sometimes he would pour his powerful internal energy into the sword, tighten the blade, and cut off the mutant's superfluous limbs.

"Be careful not to get splashed with blood. There's something strange about their blood."

Hui Yu kindly reminded him and continued to run. Seeing Su Konghu still standing there, he frowned and shouted, "What are you doing? Have you forgotten what Song Zhong told you before he died? Don't let his sacrifice go to waste!"

I'm not dead yet!

Song Zhong's eyelids twitched wildly. He hooked his hands on the beam, turned over and jumped onto the roof of the corridor, leading away the four ferocious zombies.

(End of this chapter)