Strange national destiny: My Chinese-style horror scares the world

The audience was shocked.

Although I have heard people analyze that when encountering some special weirdness, you can avoid it by moving, but this analysis only exists in theory.

In fact, it’s good enough if you don’t get scared to pee when you encounter something weird. Even if you don’t pee, who would dare to risk their life and property to play like this?

Moreover, the Human Emperor Step can only help one to sneak past ghosts, but it cannot kill ghosts or escape from ghosts' pursuit.

It can be said that it is a flashy skill with no practical value.

At most it can be used to show off, but one does so at the cost of one's own life.

So no one has ever put it into practice.

Unexpectedly, the captain of the Western Eight Countries actually did it in the copy.

"What the hell?! What the hell! The Western Eight Countries are awesome! There's something there!!"

"Six six six... He's simply invincible, okay? Once he unleashes the Human Emperor Step, who can contend with him? This is a sure thing. If I just sneak away until dawn, won't I win immediately?"

"Hahaha, who else? I've already revealed the Human Emperor Step, and now I'm asking how to lose!"

"So this monster can be so agile? It doesn't look that powerful after all. It has a major flaw!"

In the live broadcast room, the rare barrage of comments began to increase.

People have always been oppressed too much by the Dragon Kingdom.

It was the first time he saw someone teasing the Dragon Kingdom's Li Gui like this. He immediately felt proud and happy from the bottom of his heart.

The zombie's body is stiff and it is difficult for it to make any flexible movements, so it is reasonable for it to be slipped away.

But people forget one thing.

That is, the Human Emperor Step is a term in the game, and when the player plays the game, he controls the character in the game from a third-person perspective, so he can control the movements between the character and monsters in real time, and perform various operations.

But Park Ye-sung was dodging the zombies' attacks from a first-person perspective, even though he could judge the zombies' current positions by the direction of their feet and thus predict which direction to hide in next.

But his physical strength is limited, and all the actions he takes are very physically demanding and cannot last long.

So, he just circled the zombies twice, and quickly thought about where to run if he stopped, and what to do after running away. Then he seized the opportunity and rushed directly into the house.

There was moonlight in the yard, and the zombies could see them.

But there was no one in the house.

This village is made up of ancient buildings. There was no glass in ancient times, so the moonlight could not penetrate. Even if there were wooden windows, they were all closed.

So the room is pitch black at this moment, and it is absolutely safe to hide in there.

The others had already taken advantage of the zombies chasing Park Yi-sung to hide inside. None of them thought of rescuing him, and they all subconsciously believed that the captain was dead.

However, they were a little confused because the system had not reported Park Ye-sung's death for a long time.

When Park Yisheng rushed in, everyone was shocked and speechless.

The next second, the zombies rushed in.

Everyone was even more afraid to make a sound. They could only hold their breath and stand still.

After the zombie entered the house, it stopped moving. Because it lost its sight and could not smell breath, it could not tell if there was anyone in the house.

But it knew in its mind that everyone had hidden here.

So he didn't leave, but stayed in the house and stood still.

Park Ye-sung was standing behind the wall next to the door, less than half a meter away from the zombie. As long as he raised his leg, he could kick the other party.

The zombie was facing him sideways, and the moonlight shone on its face. He could see the ugly rotten flesh and blood on it, and even a white maggot crawling on it.

Although he had just experienced a series of intense exercises, Park Ye-sung didn't dare to breathe. Even though his face was almost red, he still pinched his nose tightly.

He was screaming wildly in his heart, wanting the zombie to leave him quickly so that he could catch his breath.

But the zombie didn't move. Instead, it slowly turned its body, staring into the darkness ahead. It turned little by little, finally facing Park Ye-sung and standing face to face with him.

At this moment, Park Ye-sung felt like his heart was about to stop. His pupils instantly dilated, and every hair on his body stood up.

If it weren't for the confusion in the zombie's green eyes, he would probably think he had been exposed.

At this moment, the distance between him and the zombie was so close that their noses were almost touching.

He could see every detail of the rotting skin on the zombie's face, including the blackened capillaries inside and the exposed muscles.

You can also see the patterns on the official robe worn by the zombie. Those patterns look very exquisite. They are not printed, but embroidered by someone with needle and thread.

So this is not an ordinary zombie, but a zombie who had a very high status in his life.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful a person is, he will only become a rotten and smelly corpse after death, hiding in such an abandoned and desolate house like an animal, and coming out every night to look for blood.

All his reason and talent were gone, leaving only a body driven by instinct. Even if someone shit on his face, he wouldn't react at all...

Park Ye-sung's brain became unusually agile at the moment when he was about to be deprived of oxygen.

Countless random thoughts and fantasies filled his mind. He didn't know if they were a revolving lantern before death or just a distraction.

“Hmph—hmph—”

In the darkness, the zombie smelled something in front of him, with a look of confusion on his face.

If he remembered correctly, there should be a wall in front of him.

But at this moment, the wall had a desire for him to bite it.

He felt like he was starving. How could he eat a wall? If he could, he wouldn't have had to endure starvation for so many years. And there wouldn't be so many abandoned houses nearby. They would have probably been eaten clean long ago...

The zombie's mind was in chaos, and the little bit of rationality that was left was also thinking randomly and without any rules.

As he twisted his neck, a maggot fell off his face.

It was as if it was performing a diving show in the maggot world. Its fat and flexible body performed a 720-degree rotation in the air, completing an extremely difficult move that the human body cannot accomplish. Countless top athletes would envy its flexibility.

Even if it falls to the ground, it will not die, but will continue to crawl in the dust.

But it was caught by a finger midway.

This was a warm finger, much warmer than the maggot's previous host. It stretched its body to fit the skin of the finger as much as possible, and then continued to crawl forward.

The maggot could tell that the owner of this finger must be very, very hot at the moment, because the surface of the finger was sweating profusely. The sweat was quite acidic, lactic acid, a waste product of anaerobic respiration, but to the maggot, it was a delicious drink, and it licked it up almost greedily.

But soon, it became a little bored because it realized that its host was about to die.

It could tell this from the secretions from the pores of its fingers, so it quickly stopped eating and instead tried to crawl further away, trying to crawl into the creature's mouth and nose before it died, burrowing into its brain and enjoying a gluttonous feast.