White-haired zombies lay in the dirt pit, surrounded by the corpses of poisonous insects.

The witch stooped down and pulled a spotted dead snake, and with both hands she tore it off, and black blood trickled down.

"What a strong corpse poison!"

Her eyes glowed green, and she looked at the zombies on the ground as if she had seen a rare treasure......

The head of the rooster pressed on He Cheng's forehead was removed, and without suppression, he suddenly stood up.

Zombies don't talk about shame, they run away first.

"Ghost woman, when I escape, I will definitely kill you!"

The witch blocked his way.

The black hair on his head swelled like a long snake.

He Cheng was tied up again, like a strong man trapped in his fingers, and his black hair tied him and he couldn't move.

He also understood that the oolong that sneaked up on him earlier turned out to be the hair of a witch, which was really a good skill.

……

"Go!"

The witch raised her hand and grabbed it, and there was a fierce ghost with an evil face in her hand.

Level 3 - Geist Wildling

It should be a low-level commodity of mass graves.

Heaven is also fair to ghosts, low level can be invisible, can illusion, it is difficult for Taoists to catch them.

Usually He Cheng walks by the grave in the wilderness, and the wild ghosts see him hiding and walking, but he has seen very few ghosts in the war years.

It's only unfriendly to zombies, but He Cheng has long been used to it.

God hates ghosts.

The witch threw the fierce ghost in front of He Cheng, and the fierce ghost was bound and couldn't break free.

An ugly face began to play tricks, with a tongue sticking out, and centipedes and white maggots lying on it.

Pustules on the tongue and yellowing of the tongue coating.

"On Fire, Brother"

He Cheng smiled, this ghost should have no IQ, and zombies will be afraid of grimaces?

The witch chanted a spell in her mouth, but the strength that bound He Cheng was a little stronger.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

He can see it too, but he thinks in his heart that you can't kill me, and one day I will kill you.

Being a zombie is also a good way to take revenge, and a chivalrous corpse is also a good way to live.

The witch's spell was finally finished.

The jet-black fingernails pointed at He Cheng, and the fierce ghost turned into light and drilled into his body.

Zombies are the body, evil ghosts are the soul, and the monsters created are vicious and vicious, have a certain amount of wisdom, and are powerful.

"Zi Bu Silent" has: the soul of man is good and evil, the soul of man is foolish, and the soul dominates the human body, and when the soul leaves the human body, it will become a zombie.

It is possible that zombies have no soul, and this possibility will mostly appear in high-level zombies, and most low-level zombies have no soul.

Low-level zombies are corpses that have not rotted for many years, plus yin qi is a monster, and it is the principle of heaven and earth for yin sheng to seek yang qi to achieve the balance of yin and yang, so low-level zombies will chase people when they are driven away by yin qi corpse qi.

It is completely feasible to use ghosts as ghosts and zombies as bodies, so as to achieve the perfect combination of wisdom and strength.

But this fierce ghost, wisdom should not be how to achieve, the wisdom of the zombie clan is ridiculed seems to be commonplace, just get used to it.

And no matter whether He Cheng crossed the consciousness or the soul, he reached this corpse.

Demons burrowing into him will not end well.

The yin qi entered the body, and before He Cheng could react, the experience groove had already been agitated, and the fierce ghost was digested in an instant.

A few drops of experience didn't make waves.

"Huh?"

The witch was surprised that the evil ghost had lost contact with her just now, could it be ......

"What a baby, what a baby!"

A disgusting woman with maggots in her mouth shouting "baby" around a white-haired man with a bare ass and a white coat, the scene is a little disgusting.

The witch only thinks that the cultivation of the ghost is too low, and the three souls and seven spirits are incomplete.

Such a strong corpse naturally wants to strengthen the soul.

She reached out and grabbed it from her cloak, and pulled out another ghost.

"Good baby!"

This time it was He Cheng's turn to marvel, he watched the witch take out the ghost and poisonous insect from the cloak, maybe this is really a treasure.

Level 7 - Hanged Man.

The long tongue hangs down to the navel, the nose of rosacea, the mustache, the body of the pork rib essence and a pig's tail whip, he is thirty or forty years old, and he has a depressed face that has failed the imperial examination.

"You witch, what are you doing to catch a little student!"

The opening is also crepe.

"Go!"

How could a witch be in the mood to ignore him? I started chanting the mantra again, and I couldn't understand what was being said.

The scholar hanged ghost hovered in front of He Cheng.

"Xiaosheng's surname is Sun, the grandson of the grandson, not the grandson of the grandson, it is the grandson of "The Art of War", the eldest brother has a big name~"

He Cheng couldn't move, which didn't prevent him from exposing his corpse teeth.

"It turned out to be a zombie, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Sun Xiucai closed his mouth, his tongue still drooping.

How can ghosts and zombies talk about each other? According to the ghost's words, I can still be reincarnated, can you zombies?

After reciting the incantation again, the hanged long-tongued ghost got into He Cheng's body.

Spirited ghosts are indeed different, and they are so frightened that they scream "wow".

It's a pity that it enters the body, but it's just a walking yin qi, and the yin qi is still an experience when it is digested.

"Gone again?"

The witch's heart became more and more weird, and she stretched out her hand and swiped on He Cheng's body, and she actually made a cut!

As a zombie, except for those peachwood swords, He Cheng hurt himself so easily for the first time when he saw someone!

However, after a short while, the wound healed quite a bit.

Before contact, the zombie grew hair, and it seems that the physique also awakened the body's self-healing ability.

But the witch did not understand that, but was astonished.

Seeing that her face is impatient, I'm afraid that she doesn't want to wait any longer, and she wants to make a big move.

The black cloak flicked "whirring", and one ghost after another was caught and fixed in front of He Cheng.

Hanged ghosts, pickpocketing ghosts, starving ghosts, you name it.

There is no shortage of rotten stomachs, intestinal dragging, head-picking, ear-lifting, and no one.

"Hey!"

The witch began to chant the incantation again, and the more she recited it, the faster she became.

The group of ghosts turned into black light and drilled into He Cheng's body.

Woo woo yes, He Cheng, who was full of ghost shouts and noise, was irritable, and this is how the duck had a meeting.

The system was digested one by one, and He Cheng's body control was not snatched away.

But the witch smiled disgustingly, and she still had a connection with the ghost in her senses.

"Let's go!"

The witch untied her hair, and He Cheng jumped twice as she wished.

Seeing this, she was very satisfied: "Follow me into Fugui Town!" ”

As long as the vicious zombies kill people and open the way, and the people in Fugui Town are infected with corpse poison, who can stop them?

It's a pity that this witch doesn't recognize a certain fox spirit who has entered reincarnation, and she doesn't know what the consequences of manipulating zombies to attack the village are.

The black robe wrapped He Cheng on, and the moonlight was hanging on the tree.

He Cheng's hair was still tied and he couldn't move at all, and it seemed that the witch didn't worry about him.

Get on the horse.

Three or five horse thieves shouted "woo wow, woo wow" to show the momentum of thousands of troops.

The horses' hooves kicked the ground, the dust flew, and several horse thieves rushed towards Fugui Town.

Just across the river, outside the mountain, on the wide road, the wall of wooden piles that mixed the horse's legs suddenly popped up.

"Retreat! There is an ambush! ”

The witch didn't think about preparing for a long time, and the people of Fugui Town were not stupid.

Unexpectedly, "Kill, kill the horse thief!" sounded in the back! They had long been surrounded.

The thieves had no choice but to flee from a path, but the villagers shouted happily behind them, and they were glad to see them fall into the ambushed trap.

The witch rode in front and galloped with He Cheng all the way.

The two horse thieves behind were unlucky and were smashed off their horses by the hammer of the tethered wooden pier.

"I don't want to face Uncle Nine here."

Afraid of something, the witch grabbed He Cheng and threw it all into the pile of people who came back.