In the city square that was noisy just now, only Yan Hui, the girl in yellow, and some people who had not left with the two heads of the family were left.

There were about a few dozen of them.

"You... Why don't you go with the two heads of the house? ”

Yan Hui looked around and frowned.

"We want to follow you! Young Master Yan! ”

In the crowd, someone responded.

"Follow me? The Yan family is gone, and I am no longer a young master! ”

Yan Hui was a little gloomy.

"As long as you Yan Hui is still there, then the Yan family is still there!"

"Yes, Young Master Yan, the Yan family has suffered an accident, everyone has lost their backbone, and now that you are back, then the Yan family can make a comeback!"

"We are willing to swear to follow the young master!"

Voices rang out from the crowd.

Yan followed the prestige, and the memories of these faces gradually surfaced in his mind.

These people are actually people who once had a huge relationship with the Yan family!

"I, Xiao Nuo, in 1981, was killed by bandits, and it was the patriarch of Yan who led people to quell the bandits and avenge me, and also let people teach me to practice and help me make a living."

"I, Pinghai, in 1993, I was rescued by the great elder of the Yan family in the slave den, and I was given a surname to help me take revenge and destroy the slave den!"

"I, Liang Dayou, in 1996, my wife and children were killed, and I was also thrown on the street, it was Young Master Yan who saved me, and asked me to be the captain of the street patrol to maintain law and order!"

One voice after another remembered that these people who had received the favor of the Yan family or were close to the Yan family stood up at this time, one by one full of tears.

Among them, there is even the red-clothed friar, her name is Xiao Min, she was born to the stepwife that Xiao Nuo married, she is very talented, and her performance is very outstanding among the younger generation.

The Yan family died too suddenly, and then the Liu family hunted down and killed these people related to the Yan family, so most of these people hid or hid their identities.

Until today.

Yan Hui's return gave them hope!

At this time, in the face of the attack of the undead, they all rallied around Yan Hui without exception, willing to listen to his orders!

"Give the order, young master!"

Xiao Min spoke, his eyes full of anticipation.

Looking at the hopeful eyes of everyone in the audience, Yan Hui, as the young master of the Yan family, felt for the first time that the signboard of the Yan family was so heavy.

Once, it was the father who carried it, but, from this moment on,

It will be guarded by his Yan!

"Good! That being the case..."

Yan Hui nodded, and then he looked at everyone and said loudly in the most serious tone in his life:

"Me! The young master of the Yan family, Yan is here! Where does my Yan family belong? ”

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

A deafening voice rang out.

"Good! The mass grave undead are about to attack the city, and the south of the city has fallen, but behind them are wives, children, and mothers, how can we retreat! However, the undead are powerful, and there may be no return! So... Will you die with me? ”

Yan Hui drank heavily.

"Yes!"

"I'm willing!"

Xiao Min and others responded to Yan Hui's call.

"Good! The Yan family belongs, come with me! ”

Immediately, Yan Hui took the lead, holding the Star God Sword, and broke into the south of the city.

......

To the south of Lucheng, a large number of ordinary residents of Lucheng live, although it is not as prosperous as the north of the city, but it is full of fireworks, and a warm little family thrives here.

But at the moment...

This haven of civilians has become a blood-red hell!

Blood flowed everywhere, severed limbs and wreckage were everywhere, adults were disemboweled, entrailed by the demons and undead, and babies who were still wailing were picked up by bone spurs for the amusement of the skeleton-covered undead.

When the Wu family, the Liu family and others arrived, they saw this tragic scene.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned red.

As monks, they have seen a lot of killings, and they often fight with each other, and it is common to see people die in blood, but such a scene of hell on earth is also unheard of and unseen.

By the way, I almost forgot that it was a group of demons who were supposed to go to hell who caused all this!

For a moment, without commanding, all the monks present spontaneously rushed forward.

All kinds of spiritual weapons and martial arts frantically beckoned to those evil ghosts, and they wanted to teach these filthy evil ghosts a cruel lesson.

The two sides soon fought each other.

Spiritual power is surging in the sky,

Ghosts are raging,

Corpses, bones and slag are flying.

Just by looking at the face, the monks of Lu Cheng suffered a lot of losses, they were too unfamiliar with these undead.

Against those ghosts, normal physical attacks don't work at all.

The skeleton was covered in bone spurs, and its attack was extremely powerful, and the monks' defenses were like papier-mâché in front of it.

The war corpse that looks like a corpse stitched together is the most comprehensive of them all, and the defense is extremely strong, ordinary attacks can't break the defense at all, but as long as the monk is not careful, he will be caught and eaten alive!

"Uncle, save me!"

In the middle of the battlefield, a young man in the early stage of the Qi Sea Realm was provoked by a tall bone sword, and the young man immediately wailed and struggled in pain, begging for his uncle's rescue.

But the uncle in his mouth was haunted by a terrifying ghost at this time, and he couldn't spare his hands to save him!

So, as the head of the family, Wu Gang could only watch the nephew of the family being torn apart alive by the bone sword!

The same scene can be seen everywhere on the battlefield!

The number of monks is not large, and they are not familiar with ghosts, so as soon as they come into contact, they lose most of them, and they are about to collapse when they see it

Fortunately...

Yan Hui arrived in time with someone!

A high-level war corpse that attacked Liu Sandao with a blow of the Eight Desolation Fist, Yan Hui led everyone to join the battlefield!

On the way here, Yan Hui specially asked the girl in yellow about the classification and cultivation level of ghosts.

Ghosts are generally divided into three categories: ghosts, corpses, and skeletons according to their different forms.

The cultivation of ghosts corresponding to the human race can basically be divided into three levels: soldiers, generals, and kings.

Taking ghosts as an example, according to the realm, they can generally be divided into primary ghost soldiers, intermediate ghost soldiers, senior ghost soldiers, small ghost generals, ghost generals, big ghost generals, ghost handsome, ghost kings, and the highest ghost emperor!

Generally speaking, a ghost at the level of a little ghost general can be equivalent to a human race god realm cultivator!

The addition of Yan Hui and the others immediately greatly relieved the pressure on Liu Sandao and others, and they also, as mentioned before, put aside their personal grievances and fight against the undead together.

A knife smashed the skeleton that attacked Yan Hui, Liu Sandao nodded at Yan Hui, which was regarded as returning the favor of Fang Cai, and then joined the team of strangling the undead.

Looking at the situation on the field, the monks were encircling and suppressing the undead, but Yan Hui's heart did not dare to relax at all.

He knows...

The real big guy hasn't come out yet!

Sure enough, with a terrifying roar...

A huge fleshy corpse with three heads slowly approached from the direction of the horizon...

Its appearance made the corpse qi on the field, which was gradually thinning, suddenly rich again!