Be the liver emperor in the zombie game

Seeing him stunned, she continued: "Tell me, Gu Ziyu, what exactly did you see just now?"

Gu Ziyu raised his hand to hold her wrist, with a helpless voice, "It's really nothing, trust me."

Sang Yan pursed her lips and stared at him for a long time.

There was really nothing uncomfortable seeing him, and I had to suppress my doubts and worries.

She took a deep breath and stood up.

"Okay, I'll go to the east, you go to the north, contact me in time if you have any questions, and I will appear by your side in a second."

Gu Ziyu squatted on the spot, looked up at her, and said with a gentle smile, "Okay, be careful."

"Ah."

Sang Yan stared at him for a few seconds, then picked up the faceless puppet, and his figure flashed.

Gone in the blink of an eye.

He still squatted and didn't move, just staring at the ground where she disappeared in a daze.

After squatting for an unknown amount of time, Gu Ziyu slowly stood up and moved to the north.

……

Sang Yan suddenly appeared in front of a huge ancestral hall holding the half-dead puppet in his hand.

The ancestral hall stands beside the stone road.

There are tall and strong trees on both sides of the stone road.

Just standing here, she could already smell the strong smell of blood spreading in the air.

Sang Yan raised his head as if feeling something, and saw a dead body hanging on every tree.

They are neatly arranged.

Looking at this scene, she inexplicably thought of street lights.

After she took a closer look, she realized that those corpses were not human beings, but low-level zombies.

Weird.

Shouldn't zombies die after being killed?

Why is everything stuck here?

Sang Yan brought the puppet to his eyes, and compared it with the corpse on the height.

She looked at it for a long time, but found nothing similar.

"Tsk."

Sang Yan continued to hold the puppet, turned around and swaggered straight in through the gate.

There is nothing in the main room except for the gods and straw-woven futons.

She stood at the door watching for a while, her ears moving.Then he raised his legs and walked towards the back of the altar, and sure enough, there was a door there.

Sang Yan pushed away decisively, and a strong stench came over his face.

The busy people inside wearing headscarves stopped and turned their heads to stare at her.

The house is big, but there are only six people.

Those five people held sharp axes and various knives in their hands.

And another person with bloody hands was holding a bloody brain.

The five people surrounded the unmoving zombie on the table, Sang Yan's eyes fell on it, and he saw his head that had been cut in half.

Except for the head, the rest of the place is very intact.

And the walls of this room are hung with corpses of zombies, and there is a huge wooden box in the corner.

A sticky, blood-red liquid flowed from the wooden box, covering the surrounding ground.

Sang Yan took all of this into his eyes.

She picked up the puppet in her hand and waved it to them, then said with a chuckle, "You made this thing?"

The faces of those six people became extremely ugly.

Looking at her coldly with poisonous eyes, he slowly walked towards her with the knife and ax in his hand.

Looks like it's going to die.

Sang Yan tilted her head, and said kindly: "I think we should be kinder? I don't bother you, I just watch from the side."

Those people still didn't speak, and approached at a faster speed. They raised the weapons in their hands and slashed at her fiercely!
"Tsk."

Sang Yan raised his hand and threw a few thunderballs at random.

"Zizi-"

In an instant, the sound of electric current sounded on those six people, and they fell to the ground in pain, twitching all over, screaming and insulting continuously.

"Ah!! Damn outsiders!"

"Damn, you bastards! You should become Cangming's puppets!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Sang Yan was surprised, why are these people so hostile to outsiders?

Those who didn't know, thought they killed Cangming with their own hands.

Why are you scolding so badly.

She doesn't understand, doesn't understand, doesn't respect, and is extremely discriminatory.

Sang Yan dropped the puppet in his hand and walked towards the countertop they had surrounded before.

The zombie whose head had been cut in half lay quietly on the stage.

There is also a wooden shelf next to it, which is holding limp brains.

Sang Yan bent down to observe the brain flower closely, it was well protected and removed cleanly.

No superfluous organization.

She turned to look at the zombie again.

Its two-lobed head was wide open to the sides, and the tissues inside had been cleaned out, leaving only the bare skeleton.

It seems... is it going to stuff this brain into a zombie's head?
What is this purpose?

"Could it be, making puppets?"

There is also the writing on Ah Yuan's neck, Gu Ziyu said that the source of the soul is the elderly.

Then can she infer that the Cangming people regard the corpse of the zombie as the body, and the brain of the deceased old man as the soul.

And through an unknown method, this body can move, and there is no face.

More importantly, how did these people hold the missing skulls together?

It can't be stitching, can it?
According to her observation for so long, Cangming does not have this technique.

After all, there is no means of transportation.

still have a question.

The brains of the dead old men are here, but what about their bodies?

Sang Yan carefully searched the entire ancestral hall.

Except for brains, blood all over the floor, and zombie corpses all over the wall, there are no old people.

She groped her chin, returned to the original room, and looked down at the Cangming man who was stunned by the electric shock on the ground.

Crouching down, decisively use Shi Yi's ability.

Stretching his hand over the head of one of them, he went back in time.

After the memory panel appeared, Sang Yan looked at it seriously.

In the picture, many Cangming people are standing in two rows facing each other by the sea. They all have their heads down and cannot see the expressions on their faces.

After a while, someone led a stooped man from behind.

They walked through the crowd standing with their heads bowed, their garments were holy white and embroidered with golden patterns.

After they stood still by the sea, only the leader raised his voice and said: "Now, accept the baptism of the sea!"

The voice fell.

Those stooped old men knelt down towards the rough sea with pious expressions.

The people standing beside them stretched out their hands to hold their heads full of gorgeous hair.

Push them straight into the water with your hands, and submerge them.

Sang Yan watched quietly, without any emotion in his eyes.

When those old people were suffocating, they struggled and resisted physiologically.

But soon he was suppressed by his own will, and he drowned again and again.

I don't know how long it took, those old people who were held down by the people around them gradually disappeared in the sea.

Until the person who shouted just now shouted loudly again: "Li——success!"

Those who stood facing each other in two rows looked up, with a unified holy expression on their faces.

They closed their eyes and shouted to the sky.

"Eternal Life—Forever with the Blue Sea—"

"Gods live forever—"

After hearing this, Sang Yan suddenly felt a chill.

She rubbed her cold arms and carefully looked at the scenery around the seaside in the picture.

This should be behind the dense forest.

Sang Yan took a closer look and found a huge altar on the top of a certain mountain.

Isn't this a coincidence?
That was the first place she went to yesterday.

Putting her hands back and getting up, Sang Yan opened the terminal, ready to tell Gu Ziyu about her situation.

After seeing the positioning panel on the terminal, her eyes turned cold.

Gu Ziyu's location is gone.