"Take these corpses and go to the nearest village, remember, only scary, not kill. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Cheng Daonan looked at the corpse standing up and smiled with some satisfaction.

After his own improvement, the magic path method is not only simpler, but even the power is a little greater. Almost every corpse here has the strength of the Divine Power Realm, and some of the original qualities are good, and they can even be comparable to the Inner Breath Realm.

Don't underestimate such a little strength, these corpses will be thrown into mass graves, which means that most of these people were low-level poor people during their lifetimes, and even many of them didn't even practice meat. After turning into a corpse, being able to have such a cultivation is already a heaven-seizing creation.

That is to say, Chengdao Nan has a super strong understanding, so he can enhance the Demon Dao classics so much. If he were to be a martial artist in the same realm as him, he would never be able to do this.

“...... Okay, come with me. Liu Quan was a little hesitant at first, leading so many corpses into the village, it was already beyond the bottom line of his heart, but the power of wealth still made him shake, and in addition, Cheng Daonan said, only scary, not killing, made him completely determined.

He led the way, while the corpses followed closely. Don't look at the staggering steps of these corpses, but their speed is not slow at all, jumping around on the complicated mountain paths, like apes.

The village soon came into view, and it seemed to be wealthy, with hundreds of families, most of whose houses had just been renovated, and the ground was very smooth.

"Go your separate ways and let all the corpses move freely. When someone screams, you start the spell. Cheng Daonan passed on a trick to Liu Quan.

In order to live a good life, Liu Quan can be regarded as fighting, and immediately his mind fell silent and began to recite the magic method silently.

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Dawang Village is a relatively wealthy village in Shili and Eight Townships. Why is it called that? Not because there was a big king in their village, but because there was a small king village in the lower reaches of the river not far from them.

There are more people in the two villages with the surname Wang, but they can't all be called Wang Village, so according to their respective wealth and strength, they are divided into a big king and a small king.

Wang Er is a villager of Dawang Village, he is a well-known lazy man in this neighborhood, he is idle on weekdays, and the few acres of fields left to him by his parents are overgrown with weeds, and he has no intention of serving. Spend all day trying to steal chickens and dogs in order to get a little food.

The people of Dawang Village looked down on him, and at night, they kept a good eye on their livestock, so as not to be stolen by him.

Wang Er has been out of food for almost a day, which is a common thing for him. So, in the evening, it was time for him to work again. He tiptoed out of his dilapidated house, and then walked towards the house of Widow Li at the head of the village.

Widow Li has no man, and there is a seven or eight-year-old child at home, which is also the best bully for Wang Er. Even if something is stolen, I don't dare to say anything. And, if you're in a hurry, you might even be able to sneak a peek at something.

"Brother Lang should be ......" Wang Er shook his head and hummed a minor tune softly, he was used to such days, and even at night, he still felt a little enjoyable.

Dawang Village is not very big, Wang Er walked about half a pillar of incense kung fu, and then walked to the door of Widow Li's house. The lights in the room had been turned off, and it seemed that he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

He reached out and a small iron bar appeared in his hand, which he used to pry the door. In order to prevent thieves, many people leave chickens at home at night.

"Bang bang. He was about to pry open the door when suddenly he heard something from the hen's coop.

"Could it be...... Widow Li's house leaked a chicken?" Wang Er's eyes rolled, if this is the case, it will save him trouble, after all, prying the door is also easy to attract the attention of others.

He walked lightly to the chicken coop, looked at the black hole and the door, and stretched out a hand to wipe it inside.

"Well, where is it?" he swiped his hand back and forth, and then felt as if he had grasped some kind of hard stick. "What is this, it feels like a pork leg bone, but how can the pork leg bone be placed in the chicken coop?" Wang Er stroked up and down with some puzzlement, and then pulled it out.

"Hey, it's really a pork leg bone...... Wang Erda didn't see it very clearly at night, he only felt that it was vaguely the shape of a bone, and he planned to throw it away.

"Click. Suddenly, from inside the dark chicken pen, a hand stretched out and grabbed Wang Er's arm, making him unable to move.

This sudden movement made a cool air instantly penetrate his tail vertebrae, and his body shivered, and goosebumps appeared on his body.

With the help of a glimmer of light, Wang Er saw clearly, it was a white Sensen's bone hand, and there was no trace of flesh and blood on it. Wait, where does the light come from?

Wang Er looked down the arm and found a skull lying on the ground, and in its eyes, a trace of flame came out, emitting light.

"Save ...... Help, there's a ghost!" his pants were soaked in an instant, and his throat became extremely sharp, and his power suddenly exploded.

His voice immediately woke up the people in the vicinity, but these people didn't light the lights, scolded the ghost for lacking morality, and then continued to sleep.

After all, anyone who encounters such a thing in their sleep will not be happy.

Wang Er tugged at the skull and desperately retreated backwards. "Bang. He felt as if he had hit something in his back.

He subconsciously looked up, and a dead face with a blue glow of black was sticking to his face, and the coldness and rancid stench on the other party's body deeply stimulated his nerves.

"There are ghosts...... Wang Er couldn't scream anymore, his voice was extremely dry, and then his eyes widened, and he fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes.

And on his body, a turquoise flame flew over and fell on top of Liu Quan's head. This flame is naturally the fire of fear of Wang Er.

And after Wang Er fainted, the rest of the villagers also discovered that something was wrong one after another. They found corpses either by the bedside or at the door. These situations almost didn't scare people to death. And the atmosphere of fear, like a plague, spread in all directions.

For a while, a large number of humane flames converged towards Willow Spring. And soon, the turquoise flame above his head was already the size of a casserole. (To be continued.) )