The Yin soldier in front of him was dressed in dark yellow armor, and his armor was somewhat torn, but it was not an illusory body like other souls, and the whole person looked very much like a "human".

The Yin soldier looked at Wednesday left and right for a while, and then grabbed Wednesday's shoulder with his palm, and threw Wednesday directly into the team behind him.

Damn, is this a selection of livestock?

Damn, is this going to be used as cannon fodder? That's Wednesday's thinking right now.

Soon, a team of Yin soldiers finished catching the "cannon fodder", and after Wednesday Yigan was whipped by the leader, he was really driven away like cattle.

A moment later, Wednesday and the others were gathered in an open area, surrounded by a wall of craggy rocks and dead branches, and in front of them was a stone platform, a bit like the rostrum when I went to school on Wednesday.

On campus, Wednesday was very sure of the environment in which I was located.

Soon, groups of souls were driven here, and the Yin soldiers in charge of escorting also stood at the front of the team after they had set up the rules for the souls they were escorting.

Wednesday lowered his head, shook his head, and looked at the souls around him with the corner of his eye, the same dull face, and there was no joy or frustration on his plank-like face.

The huge school field was quickly occupied by souls, and it was roughly estimated on Wednesday that there were tens of thousands of souls gathered here at this time.

"Your mother, this is really a lot of things. "Wednesday thinks about the 400-meter playground when I went to school, and I think about it. Wednesday was not a little depressed, on the contrary, a little excited, this situation is also suitable for me, my current state is that I don't know anything, so there is a change to make me understand the world better, and-" Lao Tzu seems to be smarter than all of them. ”

Rumbling hooves rang out, and Wednesday looked up in the direction the sound was coming from.

"Holy!" Wednesday looked into the distance, and almost dropped his jaw.

"Cow, real cow. Wednesday sighed, the momentum of the leader is a real cow, and the mount under the crotch is also a real cow, a real cow, the kind of cow that can plow the land, but it is much more arrogant than that.

The person who took the lead was dressed in dark black full compound armor, and in his hand was a long knife with a length of two meters, which looked a bit like Guan Erye's, the long blade flashed with a cold cold light, and under his crotch was a mount of nearly three meters, and his whole body was covered with dragon-like bumps, and as he ran, the horns on his head rose and fell slightly, and his fist-sized eyes were full of bloodthirsty light, and even the big nostrils of the bowl were bubbling with dark red fire.

The mount roared under the "rostrum" and braked sharply, and the sky was full of dust. The leader of the body flew up in the dust, and then landed on the high platform with a bang, and the weapon in his hand slammed on the ground, which was also a dull sound, which did not make people doubt the weight of the guy in the slightest.

"Greetings to the city lord. The Yin soldiers in the audience knelt neatly.

"City Lord, Fengdu City Lord?" looked at the people on the stage on Wednesday, isn't it a bit cheap? Fengdu City's main city is this set of equipment, so it's really a bit shabby.

"No courtesy. A soft, but clear, voice came from the stage.

"I am the lord of Fengdu Forgotten City, city number 69527, from today on, you are my subordinates......" Wednesday only heard the first two sentences of the people on the stage.

"Uncle, number 69527?, how many cities are there in this Fengdu City?"

As for what was said on stage, he didn't pay any attention after Wednesday, until a dull roar came, and Wednesday pulled back the fugue's thoughts and watched the city lord ride away on the ox. But Wednesday did understand one thing: Lao Tzu really seemed to have become his ghost.

The following Wednesday was driven non-stop, divided into teams, received armor, and arranged camps......

Anyway, before Wednesday was confused, it was finally arranged. Wednesday looked at the big soldier character behind his tattered armor, and the number 1514 on the back of his hand, as well as the tent in front of him about ten meters square, and the more than 30 ghost soldiers in the tent, Wednesday wanted to cry, your mother, ghosts don't need to sleep?

Wednesday felt a little depressed, and what he said a lot "before his death" was - he was taboo about the living, and now he was surrounded by dead people, and on Wednesday he found out that he seemed to be taboo about the dead.

The sound of neat footsteps outside sounded, and Wednesday pulled away the sluggish ghost soldiers around him, ran to the door of the tent, and saw through the gap that the ghost soldiers outside were leaving.

Soon, the tumultuous surroundings quickly fell silent, and there was not the slightest movement in the huge camp.

Wednesday ran to the innermost part of the tent again, turning his eyes to look at the sluggish Yin soldiers in front of him, thinking about his own moth.

Well...... Well...... Well!

Soon, Wednesday stood at the door of the tent again, clearing his throat.

"From today on, I will be your eldest brother, you have to listen to me, there are delicious food, fun, and easy to use, remember to be filial to the eldest brother first, and what about the eldest brother, I will try my best to protect your ghost life, do you understand?"

The ghost soldiers in the tent didn't make a sound.

That didn't seem to discourage Wednesday, though.

So, for a whole day, the whole tent, and even the whole camp, echoed with this voice.

I don't know if it's the first few days since Wednesday, and Wednesday feels like I'm used to it now, and I don't have to think about it at all, and it seems that I rely on the muscle memory of my face.

"Understood. ”

A deep, stiff voice came from behind him, like a child who had just learned to speak.

Damn!

Wednesday snorted and turned around, searching for the source of the sound.

In the corner, a Yin soldier who was slightly lower than himself was still repeating these two words in a low voice.

Wednesday stood in front of him, looking at his blurred face. Still sluggish, the eyes are the same, but the mouth keeps repeating.

A month was a long time, and there was still no sound in the camp except for Wednesday's voices, and occasionally some ghost soldiers would come over to inspect it to see if anything was missing.

"Spirits are really like objects?" said Wednesday, crouching in the corner, watching the ghost soldiers walk away.

"But why are they different?" thought Wednesday with a frown.

It's been another month, and a few of the spirits in Wednesday's tent have learned to speak, though just like the original spirits, can only answer clearly.

For more than two months, Wednesday was naturally not idle, the soul refining technique was still working hard to cultivate, and now Wednesday had condensed his feet, but Wednesday also found a problem, since he had a head, it seemed that the cultivation of soul refining technique was more and more painful.

"How so?" said Wednesday, shaking his legs in the corner.

Of course, the Thousand Heart Recipe naturally can't be left behind, although Wednesday has some resistance to this exercise, but for this strange world, Wednesday must be cultivated.

It's just that the souls around them can already speak, but Wednesday's Thousand Heart Recipe has been used on their bodies but there has been no reaction, but fortunately, Wednesday is still trying to persevere, after all, apart from this, there is nothing else to do on Wednesday, it's really boring.