"What? The master of the kiln village is out! What did he mean by that? ”

"That's not right, isn't that the Li He Mansion Master of Kuchaling, he wore a mask and became the Kiln Village Mansion Master, could it be that he has been corrupted and corrupted?"

"Just now, the two mansion masters couldn't communicate with the outside world, and now the voice is spreading all over the kiln village, there must be something wrong in it, everyone be careful."

Most of the people looked a little panicked, feeling that Li He was also controlled by the Kiln Village Mansion Lord, and even the Kuchaling Mansion Lord, who was so strong, missed, wouldn't they want to be wiped out by the whole army?

The morale of the government guards suddenly plummeted.

Surprisingly, the guards from Kuchaling, although they were a little surprised, were not too flustered, but contained a trace of expectation, and there was a tenacity hidden in their eyes, as if they always had trust in their mansion master.

Among the many guards who were in a mess, they continued to hold on and behaved the most calmly. This calm contagion gradually spread to the rest of the people, so that everyone had a backbone and came to their senses.

Mo Rushi was most surprised when he saw this scene.

If it is said that the guards of Kuchaling were full of confidence at the beginning, gave some rewards, and bought the loyalty of officers and soldiers, there are means to do it. Although this is mostly used for personal guards, it can still attract a group of people at a large price.

But until just now, the performance of the guards of Kuchaling proved his conjecture, but it was not so complete. They seem to have experienced some hardships together, which made these obviously timid and ordinary mortals show unparalleled trust in their own mansion master.

And, gratitude? Or more profoundly, redemption?

Looking at the dry corpses outside the formation that were about to stop the conflict, their eyes contained fanaticism and resentment, but in the deepest part, there seemed to be a trace of longing?

He had an intuition in his heart that this method might really work.

As for Li He, Mo Rushi did not believe that he was corrupted by bad omen from beginning to end. Unlike other lords, he has fought with each other.

The palm of his hand was separated from Li He's fist, but it was not an avoidance, but he really felt the breath of death, and that kind of terrifying coercion was exactly the same as facing a bad omen. Such a character cannot be easily broken.

When all the dry corpses heard the words of the 'Mansion Master', they seemed to be stunned in place, a little incredible, or in disbelief.

But looking at the familiar face, and even the familiar voice, the bright red eyes gradually became obsessed, and the busy hands and feet stopped.

The dry corpses of the kiln village were trembling and struggling, they no longer attacked the formation, they held their heads in pain, as if they were crying, if they still had tears.

But at this moment, the stitching monster swung several arms at the same time.

The tall and mighty individuals in the herd of dried corpses, they picked up whips and whipped them on ordinary farmers, shouting in strange and terrifying voices.

As if instinctively afraid, the villagers of the kiln village habitually lifted up, wanting to continue their work.

But at this moment, the 'mansion master' on the altar spoke out again.

"The guards of the kiln village, abandon the whip in your hand, do not oppress your companions, and other duties, protect the village and protect the homeland."

The loud voice spread everywhere, and all the corpse guards froze in place, the hand holding the whip gradually loosened, and the tyrannical cruelty in their eyes slowly faded, replaced by confusion and shame.

Once upon a time, they were also the elite of the village, determined to protect their families and villages, make peace with the people, help each other, and were guards in the eyes of everyone.

But now, pick up the whip and obey the orders of the lord. What do you get by squeezing the villagers in exchange for ancient iron collection? A few spirit coins, and the frightened gazes of all the people.

Those who were once neighbors, relatives and friends and kind eyes, now only fear and resentment are left, and they want to kill them.

Aren't they part of the Kiln Village? Can they give up everything for the sake of glory?

If a mansion owner who poisons the people and oppresses the villagers, they help and abuse them, and they also hold butcher knives in their hands, what is it for?

Is it the owner of the kiln village? A few stinky coins, contempt for pigs and dogs, and brutal methods.

Look at today's body, dry and decaying, it is difficult to squeeze out a trace of value, is this the effective mansion master?

"Hahahaha!"

Involuntarily, the corpses of the guards made a strange "ho-ho" sound, as if they were laughing at themselves.

At this moment, the mountain of suture monsters behind Li He actually began to melt, thick tendons, flesh and blood flowed down like wax, and the corpses inside began to evaporate.

Seeing this scene, Ling Qiong showed an excited expression, but accidentally cut it by the blue-clothed man spreading on the ground, and blood flowed in an instant.

However, it was still difficult to resist his interest, and the straw in his hand was pressed hard, destroying Lan Yiren.

Even though there were more and more straws on his body and obvious signs of recovery, the look in his eyes became brighter and brighter. Li He's choice is right, then if he persists, it will have an effect.

Li He naturally also saw Ling Qiong's state, to be honest, this stitching monster actually didn't have much danger, it was more of a role of enslaving the commander. The real ones are the four-colored tricksters, who are a great threat to both their changeable methods and strange ways.

In particular, the red and blue colors have a great restraint effect on his own troubled people and shredded paper paintings, although his bad omen power is stronger, but it may not be as good as Ling Qiong in dealing with them.

What's more, to solve the situation in the kiln village, the key point is to stitch the monster, so it can only rely on Ling Qiong to support it. What's more, he has been with him all the way, he has quite recognized Ling Qiong, the lord of the Grass Ridge Mansion, and is a capable character, as for being in a small territory, maybe it is just a lack of stage.

Li He looked at the collapsing stitch monster, still engrossed, and he was always vigilant for the other party's counterattack. The means to be able to control the owner of the kiln village are not so simple.

Sure enough, the moment the face on the stomach became hideous and frightened, a yellow talisman rose from the surrounding area and embedded it in the eyes of the kiln village lord.

"Cheap breeds! You were born to suffer, what is the point of your life if you don't work? ”

"Hurry up and get up, suffer for me, I give you meaning, so that you deserve to live in this world of suffering!"

The vast voice came out through the fat meat, and the dry corpse, which had been stagnant, trembled again, as if it had hesitated.

Li He didn't care, and shouted loudly and loudly around.

"Nope! Every human being is born with his own meaning. ”

"Whether you are farming, mining, fertilizing, weeding, protecting your homeland, it is a calling. For family, friends, and neighbors, do the daily and repetitive little things. The so-called nobility and poverty are not given by others, but exist in life. ”

With every word Li He said, he took a step forward.

"The most vulgar existence will exalt itself by belittling the value of others; will have the luxury of enslaving ignorance and hypocritically welcoming vanity. ”

"The so-called value of giving is not evaluated by a self-proclaimed and crazy lord. Look around you, listen to everyone's laughter, and understand the nature of this impetuous world! ”

"Silence is not your destination. Resisting and making the bad omen surrender is fate! ”

Listening to this appalling remark, the villagers of the dried corpse froze in place, almost at a loss, and even the roar after the stitching monster no longer echoed.

All the guards who were standing in the formation to defend also stood here, as if they didn't understand Li He's words, but their eyes flashed a little.

Only the guards of Kucha Ridge were full of brilliance in their eyes, and they seemed to have infinite power bursting out.

Thinking back to the downfall of the bitter tea at the beginning, the bullies were weird, natural disasters, and everyone who was about to survive experienced the most magical January. The lord of the mansion is not one who just talks, and the way he looks at everyone is really different from those powerful people.

Therefore they follow, worship, and believe in the most dangerous times.

In the kiln village that can never be left and the enslaved world, all the dried corpses unconsciously put down their hoes, and the guards threw away their weapons.

Even though they had no flesh and blood, they still had a trace of consciousness, and when they looked at each other, they no longer saw tired, never-ending fatigue, but familiar eyes and relieved smiles.

It's time for this tragedy to end!

"No!"

A frightened and dull cry came out of the mouth of the master of the Kiln Village, and all the dried corpses turned into iron powder and fell back to the thick earth.

The giant mountain-like stitching monster was disintegrating in every part of its body, like a landslide, and it collapsed in an instant.

In the distance, the clouds shone down a beam of light, just above the ugly face.

Mansion master, upper floor?

It's embarrassing at the moment, not even as good as a dog's face.

Lose the villagers who worked so hard for him, it's nothing!

Still roaring and directing, complaining, but the sound is not even the size of a mosquito.

Scold!

Like a harlequin!