Chapter 559 Bang
"Is this a fucking ascetic?"
Staring.
Zhang Tie looked at the man at the front in a muffled voice.
He had no doubt that if he didn't give way, the group of people would be able to crawl over him on their knees.
The man in front of him had slowly come closer. After a new round of kneeling and kowtowing, the man's head had already hit Zhang Tie's feet.
I really can't see him, and I don't even want to take a detour.
Lin An released his mental power slightly and quickly scanned the team at close range.
If it weren't for this group of people having special fluctuations, even though they were extremely weak.
Otherwise, Lin An almost thought that he had returned to the real world and met the pilgrims.
No, it's much weirder than that group of pilgrims.
Is this the way of cultivation that the sergeant said?
According to the information given by the sergeant, he had also wanted to do this.
It's just a slightly different approach.
The way ascetics hone themselves is almost mechanically repeating the same behavior.
Spoken from the sergeant's mouth and seen with his own eyes.
The impact is really different.
...
"I'm not an ascetic, or I haven't become one yet."
Feeling the mental fluctuations of this group of people, Lin An quickly made a judgment.
Unbelievable.
He really didn't understand how he gained power in this way.
is that useful?
What is the principle? Or...is it the rule of this secret realm?
It doesn't make sense logically.
But that weak mental fluctuation does indeed exist.
Under the perception of spiritual power, Lin An actually felt the breath of the causal sequence.
Cause and effect...or the power of time?
How did you do it?
There are many doubts.
Zhang Tie couldn't understand what was going on.
When he encountered the power system of this world for the first time, he felt that his knowledge had been completely refreshed.
Seeing the man kneeling and getting up, he came closer, and the man was almost pressing his head against her.
Xiong Hanzi finally couldn't bear it anymore and picked him up by the neck.
"Hello!"
"say!"
"Can't you see me standing here!?"
"Every bone in your body is worn out!"
"Wake up! I have something to ask you!"
His face was ugly.
Zhang Tie stared at the expressionless man and asked loudly.
He didn't believe that these people couldn't see him!
no respond.
The man whose neck was lifted suddenly began to struggle violently, frantically trying to kneel back to the ground.
It was twisting violently, but no sound was made.
The crazy movements and lifeless expression were full of a strange sense of dissonance.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Tie was frightened.
This person!
Why the fuck do you look like a robot!?
Stunned in surprise.
Before Lin An could signal Xiong Hanzi to put down the man.
A crisp click sound suddenly sounded.
"What the fuck..."
With his pupils narrowed, Xiong Hanzi looked at the man in his hand in shock.
The neck is hunched and the head is drooped.
His limbs were dangling like noodles.
He saw that the man he was holding in his hands had his neck broken in a violent struggle.
Before death.
His hands were still stretched out towards the ground, his expression calm.
It seemed that what was broken was not his neck, nor his life.
The next second.
In the queue, the second ascetic knelt to Zhang Tie's feet numbly.
"boom-"
The sound is dull.
It's like the sound of a wooden fish in the temple, hitting my heart.
...
Life seems to not exist at this moment.
Lin An unexpectedly found that he could not see the most profound survival instinct of mankind in this group of people.
Ants are still greedy for life.
But these people have no regard for life or death.
This group of people seemed to be moving just for the sake of moving.
They seem to have no reason and no emotions.
Everything is just to complete that clumsy, meaningless kneeling.
No doubt.
If this group of people were in front of a sea of lava and fire, they would climb in expressionlessly.
Let the flames scorch their bodies bit by bit.
"Captain Lin!? This... this!?"
Compared with the ghosts and monsters that Xiong Hanzi was afraid of in the past, the group of people in front of him were just ordinary people.
At most, the aura on his body is somewhat special.
But their actions shocked him so much that he was speechless for a long time.
"Click"
The corpse in his hand fell from his hand and landed on the head of the second man who was about to get up.
The man leaned forward, not caring that his leading companion died.
He stood up straight numbly.
The left hand was stiff and passed under the armpit of the corpse unintentionally.
Perhaps he was too weak to stand up due to the corpse.
Struggling again and again, trying to stand up again and again.
You can stand up just by retracting your hand, and you can avoid it by turning your body sideways.
But he was just stiff and refused to move at all.
Movement blocked.
In silence, the third ascetic had already completed a set of kneeling, and moved forward without hesitation.
"boom!"
Hitting his head to the back of his head.
The third man's forehead hit the back of the second man's head, causing the man to fall to the ground instantly.
Like ants following the leading soldier ant, dull crashing sounds sounded one after another.
The fourth person kowtows to the third, the fifth kowtows to the fourth...
The cycle goes on and on, falling into an endless loop.
In just a few seconds.
The shock in Lin An's heart was no less than the first time he saw the mutant in red.
What is the difference between this and zombies and robots?
This group of people seemed to have been set up with a rigid program and then executed it mechanically.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
...
One by one.
The people who followed smashed the people in front to death, and their heads were smashed over and over again like a hammer hitting a wooden fish.
The head was cracked and the forehead was sunken.
Hit the companions in front of you and hit them on the back of the head.
Blood trickled down, and the red and white mixture flowed all over the ground from the broken hole.
Tireless and unresponsive.
Like mashing beans.
At this time, apart from the whistling wind, there was no other sound in the wilderness.
In silence, the lame boy at the end of the line staggered and knelt towards the last corpse.
The dirty and worn clothes were stained with blood.
He raised his hands and raised his head piously.
On the forehead.
Dyed dark red.
...
"boom!"
This chapter has been completed!