"Look how ridiculous you look now." Liu Lao Liu sat on a stone on the side of the road, pointing to Wang Er, who was controlled by the spirit flag, and he used to gamble with Wang Er.

The current Wang Er is a shell of a soul flag, without his own consciousness, and only obeys the control of warlocks, including Liu Lao Liu, who is holding the spirit flag.

Wang Er's face now does not have a trace of blood that a living person should have, it is as white as a corpse, but he still has basic life characteristics, breathing and heartbeat are still going on in Wang Er, and his state is called stiff.

Zombie is actually a kind of evil art, it is a technique used for warriors in ancient times, a person with average combat effectiveness, using the evil art of zombie to enhance combat effectiveness, making warriors as bloodthirsty and brutal as beasts, a kind of violent blessing of the battle mode.

This kind of evil magic has a price, that is, if he is treated as a zombie person, and if he does not come into contact with this evil magic for a certain period of time, he loses all his humanity and becomes an ogre after he is zombie, and then he will completely destroy this person.

Liu Lao Liu was originally a magic stick who pretended to know magic, and he didn't know anything about this level of evil magic, and the person who really cast spells on Wang Er was still the corpse master hiding in the mine, and he applied the evil art of zombie to the dying Wang Er.

The evil art of Shengzhu was originally sealed by the Eight Gate Dunjia, but the relevant information was still stored in the secret room in the Lingshan Taoist Temple, and the corpse master secretly learned it more than ten years ago, and he learned other more terrifying evil arts.

Liu Lao Liu lit a cigarette for himself, and saw that not far from the front panel, there were a few villagers who had fled from the village, and they thought that Master Han and Uncle Zu could not deal with the enemy in the dark, so they chose to go and walk to the house of relatives in the neighboring village to hide.

"Liu Lao Liu, let Shengjian bite them." The corpse's low, high-pitched voice appeared, but he himself was still in the mine deep in the mountains, waiting there for the opportunity to attack the ancestral hall.

Liu Lao Liu looked left and right, but there was no corpse.

"Fools, hurry up and let the zombie bite them." This time, the corpse master's voice was a little scared, and it also made Liu Lao Liu discover the source of the voice.

Liu Lao Liu found that the voice of the corpse came from the spirit flag, which was a sound from the flagpole, Liu Lao Liu picked up the spirit flag, and found that there was an eye on the flagpole, I don't know what kind of animal's eyes, it looked at the direction of the villagers coming over.

"Corpse master, it's not good to do this, they are all innocent people." Liu Lao Liu rarely has a human nature, he doesn't want those villagers who want to live to be bitten to death by Wang Er.

Liu Lao Liu continued to hold the spirit flag, his eyes looked at the villagers who were walking towards him from time to time, he really didn't want to hurt these people.

"You have to do it, or you'll be the next one to die." The voice of the corpse master came from inside the flagpole again, and he had always looked down on Liu Laoliu, and treated Liu Laoliu as a slave.

Liu Lao Liu didn't answer, he slowly loosened the flagpole of the spirit flag, he wanted to quit like this and run home by himself, which was already beyond the lower limit of his moral sense of tolerance.

"Look at your hands, are they starting to get black?" The corpse master's voice was a little proud, and he left himself a backup move, so he was not afraid that Liu Lao Liu would be disobedient.

Liu Lao Liu was just about to let go of the flagpole's hand, and once again grasped the flagpole tightly, he spread out his other hand to see the changes in the palm of his hand, he knew what it meant to turn black, that is, to be corpsed like Wang Er and Meng Xiaojun.

Liu Lao Liu saw that the palm of his hand had turned black, he was very scared, in order for himself to live, he had to do things according to the instructions of the corpse master, Liu Lao Liu knew that the corpse master was that kind of terrible person, and he was not even a person anymore.

Liu Lao Liu pointed the spirit banner at the villagers who were about to flee for their lives, Wang Er immediately ran towards the villagers, he only obeyed the orders of the spell caster now, and there was no humanity at all.

"Wang Er, are you not dead yet?" A villager who had a good relationship with Wang Er patted Wang Er's stiff shoulder, thinking that it would be fine.

But Wang Er responded to the villager with a bite, and the villager's hand was gnawed off a large piece of meat, and the two companions around him immediately ran to the village, and Wang Er then bit through the neck until the person had no possibility of resisting.

Wang Er tasted some blood and continued to chase after the other escapees, Liu Lao Liu followed with a spirit flag, and he now had to sacrifice the lives of others for his own life.

The two villagers continued to the village, and after entering the village, they ran towards the ancestral hall, and the two originally doubted the ability of the old man Han, but now they believed that the old man was really capable, so they accelerated their speed and ran in the direction of the ancestral hall.

At this time, in the village, the families closed their doors tightly, and they didn't dare to come out when they heard any sound, and their doors were covered with paper talismans drawn by Master Han himself, and there were also hanging Liu Lao Liu's expensive knots.

There were people in the village, but it was very quiet, even the wild dogs at the entrance of the village did not dare to bark at this time, and this place had been attacked by the demon beast army of Enma before, so the villagers took the same method as before and hid.

"Grandpa Han, help!" The cry for help became clearer and clearer, and it reached the ancestral hall, and I was about to fall asleep, but the cry for help woke me up.

Crackling, followed by a rapid knock on the door, almost breaking the thick wooden planks of the ancestral hall.

Grandpa and Uncle Zu carefully opened the wooden door, and two panicked villagers pushed open the wooden door and entered, and they hid under the god table, a small low-temperature space, squeezed into two young men.

After comforting the two young men with a requiem, Uncle Zu learned from them that Wang Er's body came from the village, and it seemed that the other party had launched an attack, and they would definitely be ruthless to the villagers outside.

After the two young men stabilized their mood, they found a few pieces of low-temperature rune paper left by their grandfather, pasted them on themselves, and then hid in the strongest room in the ancestral hall, where Meng Xiaojun's phoenix crown was still placed.

"Senior brother, let's do it, Zhengxin is handed over to you, and I will meet this warlock who knows evil magic." After Grandpa finished speaking, he immediately picked out a few magic weapons and stuffed a large handful of spiritual talismans into his pocket.

I looked at my grandfather, and I realized that he was so old and wanted to stop him, but grandpa smiled at me, he would not let anyone else be killed again, because he was the descendant of Bamen Dunjia and shouldered the mission of protecting the common people.

I watched my grandfather go out and watched the wooden door close, and my guilt reappeared, rising straight up my throat, but this time I didn't shed tears.

Patriarch Bo stood on the edge of the Rohmon formation, ready to greet the judge in the upper realm.