Shang Jiuling stood up. I was so desperate that I fell to the ground and forgot to get up. Everything in front of me shouldn't strike me as frightened or even strange. When I was in Jinan City, I saw a lot of things like this. Someone is controlling the corpse, whether it is a corpse control technique with a soul or a puppet with a wire wrapped around him, and the person who is manipulating him should be nearby.

I rolled on the spot, dodging Shang Jiuling's head-on kick, and by the time I got up, Shang Zhao had already heard the sound and rushed over. At this time, Shang Jiuling was like a zombie from a Resident Evil movie, his whole body was gray, his eyes were gray and gray, and he was extremely terrifying.

"Dad, what's wrong with you, Dad?" Shang Zhao seemed to have never seen such a scene, and thought that his father was alive again.

"Your father is dead!" I saw that Shang Zhao wanted to go over and grab Shang Jiuling's arm, so I quickly grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Then how did he get up?"

"Someone controlled him with necrophylaxis. ”

"What kind of corpse control technique!" Obviously, Shang Zhao was unwilling to accept the "corpse control technique", something he couldn't understand, and even more unwilling to accept the fact that his father was dead. He broke free of my arm and walked up to Shang Jiuling, who rushed over.

The last thing I want to do is to save this kind of stupid person, since he thinks that his father is not dead, let him go, didn't he see that Shang Jiuling's chest has broken a big hole just now, as if his heart can't be found.

As a result, Shang Jiuling wanted to know that it was his son, so he didn't kill him, but slapped him aside. Shang Jiuling has only one goal, and that is me.

Is there such a thing as a fixed target? Like an image-guided missile, which turns a blind eye to other moving targets? Could it be that someone got my birth date on him?

After all, Shang Jiuling has become a corpse, and it has reached the point of corpse stiffness, and the speed of his shot always seems to be half a beat slower than that of a normal person. I had more than enough to dodge, but I didn't want to be bullied by a corpse. So I forced two moves with "him". Now Shang Jiuling's body is as hard as steel, and although I have enough true qi, I still slam my arm to the pain.

This made me even more annoyed, and despite his two hands grasping my neck like iron pincers, I struck him in the chest with all the strength of my palm. The entire palm sank into his chest, and as a result, the force penetrated his back and dissipated into the void. And for Shang Jiuling, there was no substantial harm at all. When I came back to my senses and tried to pull his arms away from my neck, I found that his hands seemed to be welded to my neck. And it can also be slowly tightened.

I was almost out of breath. The lack of oxygen to my brain has instead made me calmer and more awake. Shang Ning'er also gave me a short sword, and I might be able to take it out and cut off Shang Jiuling's hands.

When I pulled out the dagger from my waist, I felt like I couldn't breathe. My mind is not as clear as it used to be. And the eyes are starting to blur. Just as I was about to draw my short sword for the last fight, I saw that my eyes were empty, and Shang Jiuling's head suddenly flashed and fell to the ground.

But I felt my neck loosen and a big breath of air rushed into my lungs. It took me a frantic cough to come back to life. It was Shang Zhao who cut off his father's head with a steel knife.

Fortunately, cutting off his head solved the problem, otherwise I would still have to die, and Shang Jiuling's head would be cut off in vain.

"How could this really be?" Obviously, the "way of filial piety" of the Ming Dynasty made Shang Zhao feel ashamed and blamed himself for cutting off his father's head.

I didn't answer him, but walked straight to Shang Jiuling's corpse, which had already fallen to the ground. Ripping off his clothes from behind his back, a strange metal mesh was revealed around his neck. I'm all too familiar with this net. It's just why the people of Muto Yamaga are here? Or maybe Muto Yamaga himself is here.

"By the way, someone is manipulating your father's body nearby. "I remembered a key question and quickly stood up. Looking around, although the place is bare, there is no way to hide it in the vicinity. Maybe it's a trick, I don't know. Turning around the hut in a radius of ten zhang did not yield anything.

When I return to Shang Jiuling's side. Shang Zhao had already begun to use the wire on the metal mesh to get Shang Jiuling's head back.

"Here's a note for you. Shang Zhao lowered his head and handed me a blood-red note.

The handwriting on it is faintly legible: "Today you picked up a dog's life." If you want to find your three friends, come to the Valley of the Wicked. Sooner or later, my life will be taken by me. ”

It's just a piece of text, without a header and no payment. Of course, it must have been written to me. After reading it, I couldn't help but laugh, it was a helpless laugh. I also imagined that if I hadn't been killed, I would have been able to see the note, and if I had been killed, the note would be useless. Of course, there are not so many fights and killings in peacetime, but it is also suitable for couples. Because the game between lovers is no less than a war.

I haven't tasted the loss of my loved ones, if I have to say that there is, I can only say that Lu Jia, whose soul is now sealed in the anklet. But I haven't given up hope yet, and Shang Zhao has cut off his father's head with his own hands in order to save him.

I see that Shang Zhao has temporarily put his father's head back on his neck. Seeing his sad and lonely appearance, I really don't know how to comfort him. It was already dark and I couldn't see anything, and it was cold, which was a good protection for Shang Jiuling's body.

"Master Mu, let's go down the mountain. It's already dark, and I'm afraid I can't find any clues. ”

I'm just waiting for him to say that.

When I arrived in Peach Blossom Town, it was already the middle of the night, and the whole town was pitch black. However, the lights were on in the merchant's house, but I didn't expect that the little girl could really survive it, and I don't know what her reaction would be when she saw Shang Jiuling's corpse.

When she opened the door and entered the courtyard, Shang Ning'er ran out, and when she saw Shang Jiuling behind Shang Zhao, she asked anxiously, "What's wrong with grandpa?"

Shang Zhao didn't speak, just shook his head and asked, "Is there anyone at home?"

I sensed that there were other people in the house.

"What happened to Grandpa?" Shang Ning'er rushed forward and shook Shang Jiuling's arm, but his head was shaken down and almost fell to the ground.

"Ahh Fortunately, I was quick to hold her up.

"Mu Wu, we haven't seen each other for a long time, I didn't expect you to really give up. Is that what Miss Boa makes you remember?"

"Ye Linglong?"

"Why are you here?" Shang Zhao asked coldly.

Listening to the tone, he knows Ye Linglong. But the two don't seem to treat each other very well. Of course, you have to know, otherwise how could Ye Linglong find their house, and Shang Ning'er would be fine.

Shang Zhao put his father Shang Jiuling down, and the head and body that had been hastily tied together were finally separated again.

"What's wrong with Old Man Shang?" Ye Linglong asked in surprise when she saw Shang Jiuling on the ground.

"Killed. ”

"By whom?" Ye Linglong then asked, "Is that the monk?"

As soon as these words came out, not only I was stunned, but even Shang Zhao raised his head to look at her in shock. Ye Linglong seemed a little embarrassed when she saw that Shang Zhao and I were looking at her. Stunned, he didn't know whether to continue talking or wait for Shang Zhao to answer his question.

Obviously, the reasons why I was surprised by Shang Zhao were not the same. I was surprised because I knew from what she said, and that she didn't seem to be on the same line as him. And Shang Zhao should be surprised why she is so open-mouthed.

"I don't know, after my father died, he was almost controlled to kill Mu Gongzi. Someone tied a wire on his back, have you ever seen this kind of technique?"

"I've heard that the Dongying people have a kind of 'puppetry', which seems to use extremely thin silk threads to control dead bodies. But that needs to be manipulated on the left side, didn't you notice?"

"We didn't expect it to be the Dongying people. That's when I replied. (To be continued......)