Unlike what he expected, he did not see a corpse ghost rushing into the church. Instead, he swayed out of it and walked out more than a dozen, raised his head and looked here, then roared and rushed over.

Who is playing in the church?

If it is a zombie, that would be interesting. He doesn't remember that these zombies still had this ability in their lifetime. They only had the instinct of craving for flesh and blood, which had nothing to do with art.

They will only perform the same performance art.

Bite.

I slowly glanced around the distance and didn't see what Kelly mentioned as the Ghost King.

The unique smoky bass of the zombies came vaguely from the corridor below.

Bai Jing dared to bet that if they were asked to imitate Adu, they would definitely get a good ranking in the Voice.

Natural smoky makeup, holding the guitar, black and sharp nails plucking the strings, stretching the foul-skinned neck, singing hysterically.

"I closed my eyes and it was dark, a tearing feeling..."

He laughed out loud and screamed at the pig.

He threw down the cigarette butt, looked down, and he jumped down.

The spider's limbs spread out behind the back, inserted into the wall, and slid down.

The automatic rifle was hung behind him. Without any chance, Bai Jing did not intend to use hot weapons. He knew how many zombies the gunshot would attract.

This hunting knife is very handy and suits his wishes. The only drawback is that it is slightly shorter.

Stepping on the head of the windbreaker ghoul who was still struggling under the wall, he jumped into the ruined window of the church.

There was not a single ghoul. The tattered and decaying chairs were piled up, with black stains everywhere. The colorful ceiling above collapsed halfway, and the gray painted angel wings fell on the side.

There was nothing in the center of the hall, and a huge stone was placed on the ground.

It is more than one meter high, with a length and width of more than two meters. It has irregular shapes and has not been modified at all. It is obvious that it was dug out from somewhere.

In the center of the stone, a bright gray metal disc is inlaid with intermittent shiny, and a human-shaped phantom appears on it.

Bai Jing saw the disc at a glance. This thing seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to him.

Core area.

It refers to this stone.

The sound of the organ sounded again, whimpering, the sound was very unpleasant, but he actually heard the tune inside.

After listening for a while, he stepped towards the stone.

A man sat in the shadow behind him, his hands were playing on the keys. There was no electricity, but the bellows were running on their own.

Bai Jing heard solemn and solemn and a little weird in the sound of the piano.

The performer's hands kept twisting his head slowly, his eyes were sunken, and his shriveled skin was tightly wrapped around his body, like a skeleton, with a wide black robe embroidered with stars hanging down to the ground.

Not a priest, nor a robe.

Shadow Mass.

These four words appeared in his mind, Bai Jing stopped and his mental perception sensed a huge danger.

In the wasteland of doomsday, preachers are not just the source path.

Almost all of the original beliefs exist, and they were destroyed with the end of the world, in people's hearts.

No one knows what Shadow Mass is worshipping, and the reason is actually very simple.

Because it is the belief of a ghoul.

These days, even zombies have faith. Ordinary zombies have almost no consciousness, but zombies are different, and many still retain some residual memories.

There are also aphrodisiacs like Chilang, who have a complete consciousness and personality, probably no different from normal people.

The question is, why don’t they live like ordinary people, but stay in the area of ​​ghouls’ activity.

It is generally said that they sacrificed their souls.

The object of sacrifice is of course the gods in the shadows.

Status peek, start.

The performer raised his hand and pressed a note. The rumbling sound fell from the sky. The surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The whimpering wind blew, and gray and black ash were floating everywhere in the air. The heat waves rolled in, and the tall buildings collapsed one after another.

Bai Jing looked up and could see a phantom of a mushroom cloud that was thousands of meters high in the distance, slowly rising in the sky.

The fighter plane roared through the air, and the missile dragged the tail smoke into the sky. Amid the roaring explosion, huge cracks emerged from the sky.

The buzzing air vibrates, nothing can be heard in the ears, the eardrums are bleeding, and the eyes are bulging.

Fighter planes turned into brilliant fireballs in the air, and fragments sprinkled on the ground with black smoke.

Bai Jing heard the silent cry, and the panicked crowd ran past him, screaming and shouting everywhere, a mess, and cars piled up in the middle of the street.

This is the sight of the end of the world.

He suddenly turned his head and saw a crying little girl shouting helplessly. He could clearly recognize that lip shape.

MaMa!

He couldn't help but raise his hand and stretched out to the little girl.

Then I suddenly grabbed it in the air.

The pictures around suddenly frozen, as if the time stop button was pressed.

Learning Kelly's movements, stretching his five fingers out.

Bang!

All solidification shattered like glass, and he reappeared in the church.

【Black Bishop-14】

Type: Alien

Level: S virus enhancement level 4

Source level: flash scale level

Source gas source: 76%

Spirit: 220%

Specialization: 45% mixed martial arts fighting, 30% thermal weapons, 20% mental power

A fourth-level White Walker with mental power as high as 220%, specializing in mental power!

White Walker?

He hadn't heard of the word.

"Child, you have a unique talent, and you should find your faith. Killing is just a means of seeking the truth for you, not a fate." The Black Bishop stopped playing and showed a look of mercy, "It is God's guidance to come here."

Pretend to be a charlatan in front of yourself?

Bai Jing shook his hand.

Fraud, then fraud.

A bicycle cannot be given to you.

Because you don’t know that I am a 500% mental patient with deep well ice, hypnosis is of no use to you.

"Biden, let's talk about reality. What benefits can I get after you?" Bai Jing took out a cigarette and lit it, and vomited out a cigarette ring with a ruffian spirit.

The eyes that were deeply trapped in the eye sockets shot a terrifying light. The black bishop shook his head: "Child, entering God's arms is the greatest grace. The secular things you talk about cannot satisfy your ultimate desire."

"I am a vulgar person, and I like these worldly things." Bai Jing couldn't listen at all.

"Source gas ore crystal? Genetic potion?" The bishop's face darkened, "Or a woman? Follow God's will, you can get all these, endless."

The young hunter on the opposite side was actually immune to his mental control, which surprised him. He was obviously just a mayfly-level fluctuation of source energy.

"It will be much easier to talk like this." Bai Jing gave the bishop a thumbs up, "It's down-to-earth."

The bishop inexplicably felt his old face warm.

No! He was shocked.

"I want this." Bai Jing picked his chin at the disc in the middle of the stone, "This looks very valuable at first glance."

"Then you have to sacrifice your soul first and long for its mercy."

The black-clothed bishop suddenly waved his sleeve.

Everything around disappeared, leaving only boundless darkness.

Only Bai Jing stood in the range where he was illuminated by light.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!
Chapter completed!