In the black mist, Mo Shouchen felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He thought it was an undead spirit and quickly wanted to resist, but he didn't expect a man's voice to be heard in his ear.

"Don't move, I'll help you!"

This man's voice was very magnetic and instantly calmed Mo Shouchen's frantic heart.

However, this voice was very unfamiliar to him, and it seemed that it was not someone he was familiar with.

Mo Shouchen couldn't tell whether the person behind him was an enemy or a friend, but in this situation, he had no way to deal with the undead.

So he decided to take a gamble and follow the man behind him and not move.

The low roar of the undead came from the black mist, and the sound got closer and closer. Mo Shouchen could even smell a fishy smell, as if the undead had come up to him and breathed into his face.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and fear began to spread in Mo Shouchen's body. He began to wonder what he was waiting for, was he waiting to die?

Just when he was about to lose his strength and prepare to escape, the surrounding black mist was instantly sucked away like a powerful exhaust fan.

After the black mist disappeared, the first thing Mo Shouchen saw was the evil spirit's ugly face, but the next second, he discovered something even more incredible.

Originally, he should still be in the morgue, but the freezers and iron beds around him disappeared. He was now in a space that was not spacious. The surrounding walls and ceiling were all covered with squirming pieces of meat, which looked disgusting.

numb.

It can be seen from the puzzled expression of the undead that it also seems to have doubts about the changes in the environment, so what happened has nothing to do with it.

Mo Shouchen suddenly remembered the man's voice. He turned around and found that the person standing behind him was Uncle Luo.

"you……"

Uncle Luo waved his hand: "I can't hold on for long. I'll talk about it later. Let's get rid of that annoying monster first!"

Mo Shouchen said in embarrassment: "It's too strong, I'm no match for it."

Uncle Luo smiled calmly and said: "Don't worry, in my territory, it won't be its turn to act recklessly!"

For some reason, Uncle Luo's smile and voice made Mo Shouchen feel particularly reliable.

And now this space is only about ten square meters, there is no exit at all, and he can't escape even if he wants to, so he decided to give it a try as Uncle Luo said.

He held the keyboard tightly, then stepped over the unconscious Chen Ying, and slowly approached the undead.

Seeing Mo Shouchen walking towards him, the undead smiled contemptuously. It licked its lips and prepared to kill Mo Shouchen.

Entering the attack range, Mo Shouchen gritted his teeth, then yelled and swung the keyboard at the undead.

The undead raised its arm nonchalantly, but just when it thought it could easily block Mo Shouchen's blow, a huge force came from its arm.

As a result, not only did its arm fail to block the keyboard, but it was directly knocked to the ground by the blow.

Looking at the undead being defeated by him, Mo Shouchen was also stunned for a moment.

There is a huge gap in strength between him and the undead. Before, he was completely crushed by one side, but now he defeated the undead with just one use. This is simply incredible.

But he was surprised, and the movements of his hands did not stop. After the undead was knocked down, he directly waved the keyboard and hit the undead again and again.

The undead who was so arrogant just now was beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back. He could only lie on the ground and hold his head, looking extremely miserable.

"Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore!"

Uncle Luo showed a painful expression, and his figure became illusory, as if he would disappear at any time.

Mo Shouchen was also very anxious, but his keyboard seemed unable to cause fatal damage to the undead.

At this moment, he remembered the fat chef's kitchen knife, as if the undead were afraid of being hurt by sharp weapons.

But the fat chef was not in this space. He tried to use the black book to summon him, but he was unable to establish contact with the fat chef.

When Mo Shouchen was at a loss what to do, the dwarf clown emerged from Chen Ying's shadow.

It held the iconic pair of scissors and pounced directly on the undead. The sharp scissors pierced the undead's body, and black liquid immediately spurted out.

Mo Shouchen had seen the cruelty of the dwarf clown before. In order to avoid splattering his own blood, he quickly retreated to Uncle Luo's side, and then frowned as he watched the dwarf clown killing the undead.

The dwarf clown used scissors to cut open the undead's body, then used his hands to tear open the wound, and put his head in to bite crazily.

The black liquid covered its body, but this seemed to only make it more excited. After a while, the undead's body was bitten with a gash, making it look extremely miserable.

The undead had completely lost their threat, and Uncle Luo no longer persisted. He disappeared in a flash, and then the surrounding walls of broken flesh began to collapse, revealing the morgue outside.

It turns out that the space just now was created by Uncle Luo in the morgue.

Mo Shouchen looked around but did not see Uncle Luo's figure, which made him a little worried. He was worried that the space just now consumed all of Uncle Luo's power and prevented him from appearing again.

Although the space created by Uncle Luo disappeared, the massacre by the dwarf clown still continued. At this time, less than half of the undead's body had been eaten by it, and it showed no intention of stopping.

The undead's body is at least three times its size, and I don't know how its belly can hold so many things.

Seeing that Mo Shouchen was okay, Su Ya, Fat Chef and Deng Yu all breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!