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Chapter 11 Conquer the Demon
Screams of terror, sounds of pushing and scolding, and roars of desperate attempts to maintain order, all mixed together, like pouring a bucket of cold water into a boiling oil pan, the tranquility under the sunset was shattered in an instant like a mirror.

The person who was originally dead stood up again staggeringly.

Like the zombies and ghosts in myths and legends, with red light in its eyes and a hideous and distorted face, it attacked everyone present.

Some people were knocked down by the monster, their flesh and blood were torn apart, and they screamed in terror.

Others were deliberately pushed down by the people around them, and several pairs of big feet trampled on their bodies mercilessly, and soon they could not make any sound.

The messenger Song Baoyi was the closest.

He wanted to maintain order, but the scene was too chaotic.

Everyone lost their minds and just tried desperately to escape from the scene.

A blue, swollen hand suddenly pressed on Song Baoyi's shoulder, and the smell of rotten corpse fluid penetrated into his nasal cavity like a living thing. Song Baoyi cursed inwardly, and without turning around, he slapped the chest of the rotten corpse behind him.

Keng!
The long sword was unsheathed, accompanied by a bright flash of light.

One of the corpse's arms was cut off, but it seemed to be unaware of it, still roaring and opening its mouth to pounce on Song Baoyi. These guys were incredibly strong, and even though they lost an arm, Song Baoyi staggered back a few steps in a hurry.

When he finally kicked it away, he found that three other rotten corpses were surrounding him. Song Baoyi was panting heavily due to the tension, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The guards he brought with him were even more miserable. Seeing more corpses staggering to their feet, they had no intention of fighting and desperately hid backwards, wishing they could take off their robes and escape with the other civilians around them.

Su Gui stood in front of the crowd, accompanied by two bodyguards.

The two guards were loyal and did not abandon Su Gui and leave alone even when they encountered such a strange thing.

But they came in a hurry.

He had no weapons on him, just two long sticks.

The long stick was swung up and smashed down, with a whistling sound, hitting the head of a rotten corpse.

There was a crisp sound.

What was broken was not the skull of the rotten corpse, but the long stick in the guard's hand.

These corpses were just ordinary people when they were alive, but they were strengthened after death. Not only were they incredibly strong, comparable to top masters in the martial arts world, but the density of their bones was also increased. Unless a limb was cut off with a sharp blade or axe, ordinary attacks would hardly work on them.

One guard stood in front of Mr. Su, and the other guard wanted to take Su Gui away.

The result was also failure.

Crowds of people rushed past them.

Su Gui is not young anymore, and he is overweight, so he has difficulty moving.

No matter how the guards dragged him, he could not move and instead stumbled and fell to the ground.

His face was dull as he watched seven or eight rotten corpses staggering towards him in the red light of the setting sun. He could even see some shadows of his old friends among them.

The head of the Xu family is named Xu Shengde, and he and Su Gui have been rivals for many years.

Even though he had turned into a rotten corpse, he had not forgotten his old enemy. The slightly fat middle-aged rotten corpse walked in the front, opened his bloody mouth, and dragged sticky corpse water between his yellow teeth. He roared and pounced on Su Gui who fell to the ground and could not move.

The two guards' rationality was overwhelmed by fear. They screamed, left Su Gui behind and ran away.

Su Gui's eyes widened, his mind went blank. Bang!
With a loud bang, the casserole-pot-sized fist turned into a black light and fell heavily on the face of the rotten corpse.

An extremely terrifying force exploded, and the latter's head was completely blown up like a rotten watermelon, with broken bones mixed with smelly rotten flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Su Heng waved his hand, and his burly body blocked Su Gui like a pitch-black iron wall.

He grabbed the heads of two approaching corpses and, exerting force with his arms, pushed them together. They exploded at the same time with a bang, and blood plasma and brain matter splashed to a height of more than ten meters. The two headless corpses, oozing with rotten corpse water, fell limply to the ground.

"How dare you act so presumptuously in front of me, you pretending to be a ghost."

Stab it!

Su Heng looked at the zombies in front of him, with a faint red light in his eyes.

He shook his head. The mastoid muscles, trapezius muscles, and platysma muscles around his neck bulged high. The fascia from his chin to his chest expanded darkly, tearing his long gown. His face was filled with murderous intent.

Thick blood splattered on Su Heng's face and chest.

This kind of bloody fight was the first time that Su Heng experienced it, but he did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he felt refreshed.

Seven or eight rotten corpses were attracted, and Su Heng pounced on them like a vicious tiger into a flock of sheep, punching them one after another. Their heads were smashed like rotten watermelons, their bodies were torn apart, and their broken limbs and arms were splashed like foam, with blood flowing all over the ground.

not far away……

Song Baoyi, the police captain, stared at the scene in amazement.

He had just killed three corpses and knew that these monsters were difficult to deal with. They were extremely powerful, felt no pain, and he had to be careful to ensure that he would not get hurt.

Every time he dealt with one, he needed to carefully estimate the distance and look for opportunities.

He was nowhere near as wild as Su Heng, who just kept punching, with his internal energy surging, and no monster could get close to him.

The violent and exaggerated black iron fist seemed to be more powerful than any weapon in the mortal world. If it touched any rotten corpse, it would die. If it was hit head-on, it would be completely blown up on the spot, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and not even a complete corpse could be pieced together.

Less than a moment.

There were more than a hundred rotten corpses, and most of them were killed by Su Heng alone.

A clever officer yelled, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to grab the credit.

However, Su Heng swung his tail like a dragon, and his long legs with twisted muscles were like a battle axe wielded by a god, blasting the air and bringing with it a faint white turbulence, directly cutting a rotten corpse behind him in half from the middle.

The lower body fell to the ground, and the upper half of the body, with huge kinetic energy, hit the officer who approached recklessly.

The latter collided with the remains of the rotten corpse, his face and body were covered with blood, his eyes were wide open, his face was terrified, and he screamed. He crawled out with his hands and feet, and a strong stench came from his crotch. He was frightened to the point of incontinence.

"Xu De..."

Su Heng didn't care about what people around him thought, he was just immersed in killing.

Until he punched through the chest of the last corpse, smashing the rotten heart and breaking the spine.

He let out a long sigh of relief and came back to his senses from the killing.

The rotten corpse drooped limply on Su Heng's arm. Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Su Heng sighed again and slowly pulled his bloody arm away from Xu De.

(End of this chapter)