I am practicing in a weird world

　He understood why the door of the monitoring room was locked. It was obviously to prevent the undead outside from breaking in. But in the end, the door could not stop the undead, and the security guard inside still died.

　Meng Jin'e reached out, grabbed the door handle, and pulled it, instantly opening the door.

　But there were no undead souls outside, only a basketball.

　It was a very standard basketball, made of leather and with a standard diameter, and it was hitting the door again and again.

　At this moment, the basketball has retreated some distance and is preparing to hit the goal again.

　You are doing these weird things again. The undead is hiding in this basketball. I won’t be fooled a second time.

　Flames emerged from Meng Jin'e's hands and burned towards the basketball.

　The flame in his hand was like a blowtorch, burning the basketball to ashes in an instant.

　But the imagined scene did not appear.

　The basketball was naturally burned to ashes without any resistance, and no ghosts jumped out of the basketball, as if it was just an ordinary basketball.

　But ordinary basketballs don't hit the door.

　What's going on? Are the undead not part of basketball?

　Meng Jinge was puzzled.

　suddenly!

　"You all must die!"

　A roar erupted from behind.

　Meng Jin'e looked behind him suddenly, but did not see any undead, only his teammates with alert expressions.

　The power of the soul swept in all directions, but the only thing that could be sensed was the breath of death. The heavy breath of death was everywhere, just like being in the ocean, and it was impossible to sense the location of the undead.

　In this environment filled with the breath of death, perception is completely useless and one can only see with the eyes.

　"later!"

　Yan Yunchen pointed behind Meng Jinge with an anxious look.

　Meng Jinge suddenly turned his head again and immediately saw countless undead souls.

　This countless is not an adjective, it really is countless.

　The undead were like the wind, filling the entire corridor and swarming towards this side at an extremely fast speed.

　That scene was the wind taking on a concrete shape, the shape of countless heads of people who had died tragically piled together.

　Ferocious and terrifying.

　Their roars could be heard faintly.

　"It's a living person, a living person, a real living person, there really is a living person."

　"I'm so cold, so cold, I want a warm body, give me your body, give me?"

　"I'm so angry. I haven't done anything bad. Why should I die while you don't? I want you to die. I want to drink your blood and eat your flesh."

　"Kill you, kill you, everyone alive deserves to die."

　"Come, let's be us, let's suffer together."

　……

　"Fuck, all of you go to hell!"

　Meng Jinge roared, and an extremely hot fireball condensed in his hand in an instant, and he threw it out.

　The fireball, as big as a wellhead, almost filled the corridor as it rushed towards the group of undead and arrived at their location in an instant.

　"boom!"

　The fireball exploded, but the energy quickly went out before it was fully released.

　In this huge group of undead, although the huge fireball looked powerful, compared with the large number of undead legions, it was actually just light and heat the size of a match, and was instantly extinguished by the undead legions.

　"Fuck!"

　Fear suddenly appeared in Meng Jin'e's eyes.

　Although his flame power is not as strong as his strife power, it is also a very powerful force. He can burn ordinary undead into ashes with his flames, but now, his flames were extinguished in an instant, and he was as powerless as a baby.

　"We must break out and leave here, or we will all die."

　Meng Jin'e turned around and rushed behind him, reaching the wall in an instant and then crashing into it.

　"boom!"

　There was a crashing sound, but the wall did not break.

　More than ten snow-white hands stretched out from the wall and blocked Meng Jinge's attack.

　The owners of those hands were wearing security uniforms, and they were the souls of the undead who had just been burned to death by Meng Jinge.

　"It hurts. Why did you burn me?"

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　Volume 1: Chapter 118: City of Death 8

　"Why are you hitting me with a hammer? My body is torn into pieces. It hurts so much!"

　"You deserve to die. I want you to suffer a hundred times more than I do."

　……

　The pale hands tightly hugged Meng Jinge, holding her against the wall.

　The roaring sound kept exploding from my ears. The sound was not transmitted through the voice, but directly through the will. In an instant, my head was filled with all kinds of roars.

　Damn, didn’t I just liberate these undead souls? Why did they appear again so soon?

　These undead are so weak that they can be killed with a hammer, so why can they block my charge?

　There is no time left. Once the group of undead in the corridor rushes in, everyone will die.

　All kinds of thoughts burst out in my mind, eventually forming into anger.

　"Die to me!"

　Meng Jinge roared, and flames instantly burst out of his body, ready to soar into the sky.

　But the next moment, the temperature of the flame dropped rapidly, and in just a few blinks of an eye, the flame went out.

　The situation was exactly the same as the huge fireball just now.

　Damn, my flames can't defeat the horde of undead. This damn place is filled with the power of Silent Winter, and flames can't even rise here.

　In this damn place, you have to use the power of dispute.

　The power of conflict, like a flame, suddenly burned up, and the surrounding undead began to collapse immediately when touched by the flame.

　That was the collapse caused by the power of the undead being affected by the power of strife and starting to attack each other.

　Meng Jin'e felt the huge force restraining his body disappear and immediately began to retreat.

　Then he discovered why a few security undead were able to block his charge. That was because they were not just a few security undead, but countless undead.

　Countless undead arms stretched out from the wall, and the entire wall was covered with pale arms.

　Just now, it was the security guard's arm that stretched out first, and he only saw the security guard's arm.

　In fact, at that time, there were already countless undead hands passing through the wall. At that moment, he thought that a few undead could not stop him, so he rushed to the wall and bumped into the hands of countless undead.

　The undead noticed that the prey in his hand had broken free from its restraints, and his arms suddenly grew longer, and he reached out to grab Meng Jin'e again.

　Meng Jin'e wanted to retreat, but he found that his feet could not move.

　He looked down and immediately saw the pale arms of the undead. Countless arms stretched out from the ground and grasped his feet tightly.

　These undead spirits were fearless and undaunted. Even though they were affected by the power of conflict and their entire bodies were twisting and collapsing, they didn't care at all and clung tightly to Meng Jinge's body.

　A moth flies into a flame, which describes a moth flying into the flame and being burned to death by the flame.

　But in this situation, if we describe the undead as moths, then countless moths will fly over and try to put out the fire.

　"What are you doing, hurry up

　Come help us, if we don't get out of here, we will all die."

　Meng Jin'e yelled and asked his teammates for help.

　But no one responded to him.

　He turned his head with all his might and looked behind him, and immediately saw a series of huge hills. They were hills made up of countless undead. There was a person in each hill, and they were his teammates.

　Just now, it was not just Meng Jinge who was attacked. A large number of undead came out from the ground and entangled everyone.

　Countless undead souls were like countless zombies, reaching out their hands to the living. The undead souls piled on top of the undead souls, forcibly squeezed into a hill.

　At the entrance, a large number of undead have rushed in and are about to join the battle.

　The hands on the wall grabbed Meng Jinge and dragged him towards the wall again. The force was so great that it seemed as if it wanted to squeeze him into the wall.

　The undead's hands were extremely cold, and layers of cold air invaded his body, suppressing the power of conflict and fire in his body, leaving him with no power to resist.

　Damn, this is going to be a complete annihilation!

　Meng Jin'e was anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

　As he felt his body getting colder, despair welled up in his eyes.

　He didn't know how many people had died in the supermarket, nor did he know how many undead had rushed in, but the number was clearly beyond what they could handle.

　A single undead is not strong, but when a large number of undead gather together, it becomes a torrent of power, enough to drown them.

　At this moment, an extremely thick silk thread suddenly pierced out and instantly penetrated the hill made of undead.

　It was a huge silk thread as thick as an arm, burning with an extremely huge power of conflict, and an ice crystal was wrapped around the front end of the thread.

　The thread penetrated the undead hill and then instantly pierced into another undead hill.

　Afterwards, the silk thread seemed to have run out of strength, and it instantly spread out and then retracted.

　The next moment, even colder air suddenly burst out from the Undead Hill, and it was like a cold wind, spreading in all directions in an instant.

　When the wind blew on his body, Meng Jin'e suddenly felt extremely cold, and then the wind wrapped around his body.

　As the wind wrapped around his body, the pale undead hands on his body actually let go.

　Suddenly, Meng Jinge was free.

　All around, the hills of undead began to dissipate, and as the undead scattered one by one, the hills suddenly ceased to exist.

　At the door, the faces of the undead that had already rushed into the room showed a look of confusion, and they stopped charging instantly. They wandered around for a while, then dispersed and disappeared in a short while.

　Just like the wind, it slowly dispersed.

　saved!

　A look of joy suddenly appeared on Meng Jin'e's face, and then confusion emerged.

　What happened? Why did the undead scatter?

　He looked at Yan Yunxi.

　Yan Yunxi held an ice crystal in both hands, and a large amount of cold air spread out from the ice crystal, covering everyone.

　He looked at the others.

　Xiao Yi looked fine, except that his face was a little pale.

　Yan Yunchen and Yan Yunxi didn't seem to have any problems. Yan Yunchen's face turned pale and he looked like he had lost a lot of vitality, but it didn't look serious. Yan Yunxi looked normal and didn't seem to be hurt at all.

　Huang Xizhuang's face did not turn pale, as if he had not lost any vitality, but he looked tired, as if he had used too much strength.

　The most seriously injured was Sun Youshe. He sat on the ground, gasping for breath. Not only his face, but his entire body had turned pale, as if he had no blood.

　Meng Jin'e asked Sun Youshe, "Are you okay?"

　"It's okay, but you need to rest for a while." Sun Youshe said.

　He built channels and doors in his body to prevent the loss of vitality, but the number of undead was too large and he still lost a lot of vitality.

　At this time, Yan Yunxi said: "We need to leave here quickly, my strength can't hold out for long."

　"Okay, let's go."