"Everything is under control."

Zhang Jie sat in his study, in front of a mass of white paper soaked in ink.

"It's just that I didn't expect that kid named Fang Xiang to go to the old grave too."

He muttered in a low voice, reached out and took out a brush from the pen holder next to him, and slowly wrote a word on the rice paper spread out next to him.

"Anyway, he did me a favor and let the ghost master drag the marquin smoothly."

"Master, don't worry, he will ruin our plan, after all, the news later said that he also went to the Corpse King Hall and prepared to seize the corpse plate of the generals."

"No, it won't."

Zhang Jie put down his pen, chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and he looked up at the man standing in front of him.

If Fang wanted to see it, he would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, he turned out to be the corpse keeper who escaped from his hands, Liang Zi.

"Master, is Ah Ting still saved?"

Liang Zi's vicissitudes of life flashed with a touch of distress.

"It can be saved, but I'm afraid she won't remember everything before."

Zhang Jie stood up slowly, he took out the incense burner from the drawer, opened the lid, and a black shadow flew out and landed next to him.

The black shadow gradually condensed, and it was Ah Ting's ghost.

"Ting?"

When Liang Zi saw her, a flash of surprise flashed on his face, and he couldn't help but scream.

As a result, Ah Ting was like a frightened little wild cat, turned into a cloud of black gas, and returned to the incense burner again.

"Master, she?"

Liang Zi looked at Zhang Jie nervously: "Don't remember me anymore?" ”

Zhang Jie smiled, closed the incense burner, and placed it on the desk.

"You can rest assured, her memory is only damaged, and there is a possibility of repair, it's just ...... I need one more thing. ”

"What's that?"

When he learned that he had a way to make Ah Ting recover, Liang Zi's pupils suddenly dilated.

"Did you know that there is something in your corpse raising clan that can give birth to the spirit of the zombies?"

"Corpse Bell!"

Liang Zi's face changed slightly, he exclaimed, and then fell silent again.

He had heard of it, but it was the most important treasure in the clan.

How good is that?

"If you want her to recover, you can get the corpse bell."

"Master, you know, I ......"

"You don't need to say much, let alone think about anything else, if you want Ah Ting's memory to recover, you must have a corpse bell, and only I can do it."

After speaking, Zhang Jie smiled slightly and walked out.

The incense burner containing Ah Ting's ghost was still on the table, and Liang Zi looked at the incense burner and fell into a tangle.

……

Fang Xiang was dumbfounded.

The corpse disc of the general turned out to be alive!

Red light poured out of the black hole, and a red baby floated above the hole.

"Huh!"

A strange voice came from the baby's mouth.

Immediately, Fang Xiang saw it slowly float up and rise into the air.

The red light on the red baby's body slowly emanated, circle by circle, coiling out.

"Fukuzawa, quick! That's the blessing of the holy thing! ”

The closer Flying Zombie shouted, and all the zombies began to squeeze forward.

Of course, none of them dared to cross their own circle, low-level white stiff and green stiff and even hairy stiff, they were a circle, and the flying stiff in the middle became a circle of its own.

Fang Xiang noticed that there were three or four zombies further down the flying zombie, and the aura they emitted was even stronger, and they were actually zombies at the level of wandering corpses.

So far, there is no existence at the level of ambushed corpses, and further on, the highest level is the dry corpse, which does not turn into bones.

The red light fell from the sky and sprinkled on the zombies.

They were baptized with red light, and the corpse qi on their bodies really became stronger.

Fang Xiang watched this scene, but his brows furrowed, because Momo provided him with a protective shield to protect him from the red light.

The surroundings of those wandering corpses and immortal bones also exuded a faint layer of corpse qi, resisting the red light.

"Momo, isn't this red light a good thing, what?"

"Pull it down, master, the mentally handicapped think it's a good thing, you look at the wandering corpse level and the immortal bones, they are all taking the initiative to resist."

"Okay," Fang Xiang scratched his head, he also thought so because of the preconceived words of those zombies.

"Hey, who's mentally retarded!"

He suddenly reacted to Momo's words.

"Haha, master, you are so dull."

Fang Xiang snorted, then turned his head to look at the red baby over there.

"Huh!"

Blood streaks appeared on the red baby's face.

Those stripes looked very familiar: "Corpse stripes!" His face is full of corpse prints! ”

"That's right."

Momo nodded and said, "He's terrifying!" ”

"Damn, why is the corpse of the general a living creature?"

"Who says it can't be alive?"

"Okay," Fang wanted to scratch his head, but he suddenly didn't know how to take him, and he was a little worried.

This little guy won't bite me!

"Ah, my corpse!"

"What's going on? The corpse is flowing away! ”

"Corpse gas, corpse gas, dragged away!"

……

The zombies in the stone hall began to scream, and they had just been baptized with holy relics.

Before they could express their inner joy, they found that the corpse qi in their bodies was flowing outward little by little.

"Woohoo!"

The red baby opened its mouth, and he was devouring the corpse gas around him.

The zombies that had been sucked out of corpse qi below were all stunned there, motionless, like ragdolls.

"It's too weird to make the corpse disc of this minister," Fang Xiang said to himself: "This is also a holy thing, obviously a monster." ”

"Corpse patterns, it's covered with corpse patterns," a murmuring voice came: "These corpse patterns are supreme treasures for the zombies in this world, and they are naturally regarded as holy relics." ”

"If there is only a corpse pattern, how can it be said that it is related to the fate of the zombie family, and how does it determine the bloodline inheritance of the zombie family?"

"You don't understand this," Momo said with a grin: "This little guy's essence and blood are probably related to the zombie ancestor generals back then." ”

"General, I guessed this at the time."

"The corpse plate of the general, such an obvious name, it's strange if you can't think of it, right?"

Momo was powerless to complain about him.

At this moment, a wandering corpse seemed to be unable to hold back, and he burst into flames and pounced on the corpse of the general.

"Woohoo!"

The little guy who was devouring corpse qi slowly turned around, and a pair of closed eyes gradually opened.

Scare!

Two beams of red light burst out of his eyes.

"Ahh

The wandering corpse, before it could get close to him, had already been shot by the red mang.

As soon as the body of the wandering corpse stiffened, it fell and fell to the ground fiercely.

The eyes of the other wandering corpses turned on, their eyes playful, obviously thinking that he deserved it.

"Ahh

The wandering corpse suddenly stood up, and convulsed all over, like a sheep having an epileptic seizure!

He twitched for a moment, plopped up, and fell to the ground, melting into a pool of black blood under the horrified gaze of the wandering corpses.

"This!"

Zhang Potian, that is, the corpse king guard who thought that Fang wanted to turn into air.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, but fortunately he was not impulsive, he continued to urge the corpse qi to resist the red light released by the corpse disk.

Don't rush, wait for the opportunity.

The bloody eyes that had just opened the corpse plate of the general scanned the surroundings, and the stone hall instantly became gloomy and cold.