The dead townspeople staggered forward, dragging their stiff bodies. They seemed to have been drained of all their water in an instant, withered and hard, without any fresh breath.

Because there was no desire, Wayne and William became the primary targets of the siege.

Wayne didn't know how to describe these people, undead, or zombies. If the Death Walker ritual was successful, it would be too evil. Not only did it kill the entire town in an instant, but it also wiped out all life, even the air.

All the breath of the living has been wiped out.

The corpses were shaking, numbering over a hundred, including domestic animals such as chickens and dogs.

Wayne weighed the crowbar in his hand, compared the fighting prowess of the two sides, followed his heart, closed the door and started the car.

"Where are we going?" William got into the passenger seat.

"Find Veronica and get out of this damn place as soon as possible."

Wayne's expression was solemn. The zombies were slow and fragile. Giving him a crowbar would kill him at dawn, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

For example, if you give a naughty child a wooden sword, the rapeseed field within ten miles will not exceed one meter.

But the warnings from the supernatural will not be false. There is something terrible permeating the town, which is everywhere and poses a serious threat to his life.

Wayne didn't know much about supernatural magic, so he tentatively defined it as a curse.

"Do you know where Veronica is? The town is so big. Why don't you retreat first and I'll go find her and Monica?" William suggested.

"I know, just follow the smell and find it."

Wayne reversed the car for a distance, changed gears, accelerated and drove the car towards the zombies.

The chassis of a family car is not high, and the good price-performance ratio also shows that this car is not crash-worthy. The tires ran over the withered zombies, the body bumped and shook, and it could not move after only completing a short sprint.

That's enough!

The car broke out of the encirclement, successfully broke through a passage, and completed the task entrusted to it by Wayne.

William was the first to rush out of the car. The crowbar in his hand danced, and the air whistled. The zombies approaching were shattered into pieces. No one could remain intact under the crowbar.

Out of awe, Wayne kept a certain distance, swung the crowbar and shouted: "Veronica is in the church, we don't have much time, hurry up and get her out."

William shouted low, held a stick in his hand, and was invincible, forcefully striking out to cut the grass.

On Wayne's side, zombies and Ah Piao are two different creatures. He didn't panic at all. After the initial rush, his sleeping muscle memory was awakened, and his body subconsciously used some simple force-generating techniques to ensure that the output was still effective.

Save energy.

Experience value up,+1,+1,+1……

When passing by a small town hotel, two withered and hunched figures blocked the way. They looked like mummies and looked horrible, making it difficult to see what they looked like in life.

Wayne recognized the clothes they were wearing, the rich and generous young lady, and he had stuffed the banknotes in their collars.

With his voice and smile still there, Wayne secretly thought it was a pity, waved the crowbar with tears in his eyes, picked up the banknotes and quickly caught up with William.

Fires were blazing into the sky in the town, and the hot air intensified the evaporation of water. The strange thing was that no matter how fierce the fire was, it could not burn all the wooden buildings, and even the flammable zombies could not be ignited.

Panting, the two arrived at the church at the end of the street. It was the only building in the town that was not surrounded by flames. Compared with the surrounding hell on earth, the quiet church seemed out of place.

When a gunshot rang out, Wayne and William were startled, rushed across the fence lawn, and smashed open the church door with all their strength.

Rows of benches are neatly arranged indoors, and in front of the holy cross, candlelight dances with dim light and shadow.

The priest was dressed in black robes with neat edges and was dressed meticulously, but his withered face was really beyond praise and was no different from the chaotic zombies outside.

The priest also lost his life because of the sacrifice.

Veronica was holding a pistol and was confronting the priest. She had just fired a shot, hitting the priest in the chest, leaving a large hole visible to the naked eye.

"You don't need to stop the ceremony. This town has been dead for many years. It's time for the townspeople to rest in peace." The priest closed his upper and lower jaws, making a rotten sound buried deep in the ground.

Veronica called out to William, who immediately understood, strode forward, picked up the crowbar and hit her.

A white halo bloomed under Veronica's feet, and the holy halo enveloped her, making the ground a prison that prevented her from leaving or activating magic in the cell.

The prison is magic activated by priests, also called divine magic within the Holy See. It is the power given to them by God, which can imprison evil and keep it quiet to listen to the glory of the Lord.

It sounds powerful, but it can be broken from the outside, so it's not invincible.

Moreover, the version has not been updated for a long time, and the firearms patches have been applied for several generations. The Holy See’s magical skills are still the same, and have not kept pace with the times at all.

With William's hard work, Veronica quickly escaped from the cage. She punched her side, shattering the white light, and released Monica, who was also imprisoned in solitary confinement.

The black cat blends into the environment, and you can't even see her if you don't speak.

"What does it mean that the townspeople have been dead for many years?" Monica asked coldly. The strange moon made her very uncomfortable. She was suspected of blaspheming the moonlight goddess, so she had to ask clearly.

"Fifty years ago, the small town of Kafuno was cursed, and the townspeople became the living dead. They did not know that they were dead. They could breathe and have a heartbeat, bleed when injured, and could grow old and give birth to offspring. All of them

Everyone is still alive..."

"Dead people will always be dead. Members of the Nelson family discovered the truth. Insiders in the town were invited to attend the meeting. I was also one of the insiders at the time..."

"The Nelson family is a believer in the goddess of death. They demand that a ceremony be held immediately to return the deceased to the embrace of death. The mayor and councilors disagree. No one is willing to give up life and has no right to end the life of others. Moreover, everyone does not really mean it.

If you die, you can end your life like a normal person."

"I support the mayor and councilors..."

"The Nelson family insisted on their opinion and had a very tough attitude. For this reason, they summoned family members who were outside. They insisted on holding a ceremony and started killing people that night..."

"We won and swore to bury the secret of that night. We agreed that as long as the truth was concealed, the townspeople would not know that they were dead, and everyone would grow old, sick and die like ordinary people until young people took over the town."

The priest is like an NPC, mechanically telling the past fifty years. Because of his magical attainments, he retains his obsession and hopes that the successor of the Nelson family will complete the ritual.

But that's all. The priest's thinking has long been corrupted. He answered whatever he asked and said everything without reservation.

"Time has proven us wrong. Every year on this day, flames will sweep through the town and return to that night..."

"The dead will crawl out of their graves, and the living will reveal their true colors. The town has no future because the newborn loses its life the moment it is conceived, and outsiders will also be cursed by entering this place..."

"This is not a curse, it should be a constant death, some kind of law, which tortures us and makes us unable to rest."

"I gradually realized my mistake. In order to keep the pustule alive, we removed healthy tissue..."

"Wait a minute!"
Chapter completed!