Chapter 223 (2/2)

Saiying mountain let out a dull roar!

Before everyone could react, a huge air current came from the open cave, sweeping the whole saiying mountain and setting off a burst of rain and fog.

”Yin Feng transit!”

The air suddenly became very cold. Lu Ziming felt as if he had fallen into the abyss for thousands of years. His sweat stood up, and the cold sweat splashed out from the sweat holes of his body. The rain was mixed with the cold sweat, and his face became as pale as paper. The nerves of his whole body suddenly tightened, and his muscles were stiff and unable to move.

There were bursts of shrill and desperate cries in my ears, as if I was crying in despair, as if I was cursed in my mind, as if I was wailing and screaming in my soul. There are countless rotten hands tearing their bodies, and the immortal souls are flying in the air. Each sad cry is like a sharp knife penetrating into the depths of the fragile soul, stirring and rolling constantly. The brain is full of all kinds of strange and terrible pictures.

Lu Ziming once again saw the end of the zombie rampage. Countless cries of sadness and desperate rescue echoed in the air. He cried like a broken lung. He ran in pain. There were corpses everywhere. Blood dyed the whole sky red. The air was full of rich blood. Children were looking for their mother, wives were looking for their husbands, cars were burning, and Zombies were biting the bodies, People with mental breakdown jump off the roof.

Gulikin curled up and covered her ears. She was like a fetus in the womb, muttering to herself, and her spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Sai Yiti looked at Sai Yingshan with dull eyes, stuck his face on the wet grass, and prayed piously to heaven with violently trembling hands. Where is the stiffness of the whole person.

Zhuoma's body kept twitching, her teeth made a ”cluck” collision sound, her breathing became short, and her long mouth looked like a dying fish thrown on the beach.

The dark crowd standing beside the stone tablet disappeared. Some people crawled on the ground and trembled, some people knelt on the grass with soft legs and twitched constantly, some people simply turned their eyes and became unconscious, and even some people shouted in a hoarse voice and ran crazy on the grass.

This is the Yin wind from hell. The wronged souls in it never die. They violently hit people's souls, suffocating and shaking their souls. They saw the most tragic scene, heard the cry of resentment and felt the deep chill.

The dark wind roared and echoed over saiying mountain. The cold rain hit the frightened cheek. His eyes were as empty as losing his soul. Only a low sob sounded slowly.

This is a kind of spiritual shock. The mentally vulnerable collapse directly, the strong willed are at a loss, and the depressed sadness erodes the depths of the soul and pushes people's feelings to the extreme.

I don't know how long it took. The Yin wind slowly dispersed. Lu Ziming found that his body under his raincoat was shivering and soaked in sweat and rain.

Climbing out of countless dead people, he looked at saiying mountain in the rain and fog in fear. From this moment, in the depths of his pupils, saiying mountain was no longer a mountain, but a huge tomb, a huge tomb made of countless wronged souls, as if calling his soul.

”The immortal was angry and brought disaster and plague to the grassland...”

”This is the power of immortality. It will punish the people on the grassland...”

”I saw countless crying souls, who were struggling in hell, hungry, thin, panic, helpless and wronged, and suffered all kinds of torture. I saw the end of the world. There were corpses everywhere, corpse mountains, dense white bones, disorderly arrangement and stacking, wild animals everywhere, the smell of terror... This is our future... We have no future.”

Lu Ziming was paralyzed on the ground, as if everyone saw different scenes, which aroused the most painful memory in the depths of his heart. It was like a sharp blade tearing open wounds with a knife. Every unbearable past was a wound that was difficult to heal and shed the last drop of tears.