Only then did they realize that their bodies were cold, yes, as cold as those already stiffened corpses.

They.

Not even a snort.

So what exactly are they? Is it the Walking Dead? Or is it already dead? But why do they have their own minds?

The country that had attacked the small country was doomed, and the scarlet-eyed men were gone.

Later people called these people who were invulnerable to swords and described as terrifying ghosts.

However, the method of refining ghost corpses has been lost, and only the mysterious race knows how to refine ghost corpses.

Suihou was shocked and said, "What do you mean, kid?" ”

Bai Ziyu's dress doesn't look like a person in his army, especially the innate arrogance and coldness, and it doesn't look like what a small soldier should have, because, in Taiyuan, there are too many soldiers under him, but he is familiar with them, basically those generals have official positions.

He's really never seen this guy.

Bai Ziyu took in his frightened face, suddenly closed the fan, and sneered, "Naturally, it is the meaning of the fan." ”

The method of refining the ghost corpse has indeed been lost, and the later people wanted to imitate it, but basically failed, but there were also people who succeeded, and the successful person was the Gu master from Western Xia before.

But.

The ghost corpse she refined seemed to be almost on fire, not completely listening to the Gu Master's own words, sometimes, it would be completely out of control.

And his father, the emperor, absorbed the advantages of the Western Xia Gu Master, so as to develop a new generation of ghost corpses, the kind that completely followed the master's instructions to do it, and did not have any thoughts of his own.

Uncle and Aunt Huang didn't know that his father was secretly developing these.

Otherwise—I'm afraid that I won't let his father sit on the throne.

After all, the later Bai Kingdom, Donglin, and Western Xia merged into a large country, and the south bordered.

It is always strange that if the country is divided for too long, it will merge, and if it is merged for too long, it will be divided again, but this state of affairs always repeats itself.

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A magnificent carriage left the city gate at night, driving on the official road where there was still snow.

The carriage has a lot of space, a small couch is placed, and there are two low tables next to the couch, and the stove is placed on the low table, so the carriage is still very warm.

Bai Jiu was wrapped in a blanket, his slender legs crossed, and he glanced at the man who was sitting in a serious position with great grievance, "At the beginning, when you gave the throne to your younger brother, you gave it so much pleasure, and you didn't even see who that guy was!" “

If it weren't for Jing Yao who specially found her and told her that Ziyu's bastard boy had gone to Taiyuan and was ready to help Suihou's cruel and unkind dog, she would still be kept in the dark.

Bai Chimo's complexion is an indissolvable ink.

He was not surprised by this kind of thing, he could see that the current Nanlin Emperor was actually very ambitious, but at that time, he only wanted to go into hiding with Bai Xiaojiu, so it didn't matter who the country would go to.

What's more, it's much better to be ambitious than not to be ambitious, at least not to be indecisive.

But.

The only thing he missed was that Emperor Nanlin actually let people refine ghost corpses without authorization, and it had reached the point of near-perfection.

Seeing that the man ignored him, Bai Jiu picked up the pillow embroidered with green lotus and smashed it towards the man.

Even though the man was thinking about things, the movement in his hand was still like lightning, and he quickly cut off the pillow, handed it to the woman, and said, "Well—I was wrong, so you're there tonight." ”