Put the refined zombie Atugu into a black lacquered wooden coffin, and Yu Mubai and Liu Fei carried it to the Yin Corpse Pit.

The Yin Corpse Pit is located behind the village's earthen enclosure, near a small hill that extends from the Tianxing Mountain Range.

Under the guidance of the faint light of Yin Thirteen's oil lamp, the three of them came to the Yin corpse pit, where countless miserable corpses were placed in a disorderly manner.

Most of them were killed by the Hu people after breaking through the village, and a small number were the corpses of the Hu soldiers who were ambushed by Yu Mubai and his people.

Almost all of the people in the pit of the corpses were unjustly killed, and the resentment accumulated in the corpses was very strong.

Now at night, the cool moonlight casts, and you can see a thick mist in the yin corpse pit, among which the ghost fire is dotted, and you can faintly hear the sound of ghosts crying wolf.

"Go down! It's not the first time, you know how to swing!"

Looking at the situation in the Yin corpse pit, a trace of jealousy flashed in Yin Thirteen's eyes, and he subconsciously wrapped the autumn clothes on his body and said to the two people beside him.

"Got it! We'll put the coffin away!"

Yu Mubai saw the situation in the pit, and he also felt that his scalp was numb, but in order to cultivate the zombies trained by the Hu people totem warriors, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Fortunately, their cultivation of Vajra is not bad for Arhat Gong, they are full of qi and blood, masculine and mighty, and they have killed people, and they are surrounded by bloody qi, and the ghosts in the pit can't hurt them.

"Let's go!"

Yu Mubai took a deep breath, lifted the hand of the black lacquered wooden coffin with slight force, and walked slowly towards the center of the pit along the narrow path at the edge of the Yin corpse pit with Liu Fei.

It had only been a light rain the day before yesterday, and the water vapor in the pit was slowly dispersed, and the path was still a little muddy.

Yu Mubai and the two walked down slowly, one foot deep, one foot shallow, and the wind was howling in their ears.

It seems that someone is crying out for help in his ear, and someone is cursing the cruelty of the Hu people viciously, and it seems that someone is afraid of the majesty of the two......

The sound that blew into their ears turned a deaf ear to Yu Mubai and Liu Fei, and they just walked firmly to the bottom of the pit.

The black lacquered coffin carried by the coffin flickered faintly, and the surrounding yin qi and resentment slowly flowed into the coffin with the flickering of the seal, nourishing the zombies in it.

When they came to the bottom of the pit, the surrounding yin qi was even thicker, and the mist surged on their bodies, and the two of them, who were as strong as Yu Mubai, also felt a trace of coldness.

"Hurry up, put it away, you can't stay here long!"

The situation at the bottom of the pit seemed to be a little more serious than the last time they came, and Yu Mubai noticed the change here urging him.

"Yes!" Liu Fei nodded and responded.

With a slow movement in their hands, the two carried the black lacquered wooden coffin and placed it on an altar made of earth and stone at the bottom of the pit.

There are already two identical ones on the altar, and this one is just the same as the three talents.

After placing the coffin, Yu Mubai and the others didn't stop long, and quickly ran out of the yin corpse pit against the angry howling yin wind.

As soon as the pit was excavated, the air exhaled into the lungs was refreshed, and there were no annoying ghost screams, and the cold mist made the two feel comfortable.

"Whew!"

Converging with Yin Thirteen, the three of them were just about to go back when they faintly heard a low wolf howl.

"Wolf Soul?!"

Yin Thirteen was the first to react, flicking the oil lamp in his hand, and a green flame erupted from the oil lamp, slashing an arc and flying towards a cloud of air on the edge of the Yin corpse pit.

"Zizi!"

In the eyes of Yu Mubai and Liu Fei, the green flame of the lamp seemed to have hit something and burst out, scattering pieces of sparks, faintly outlining the shape of a wolf.

With a terrible scream, the wolf soul in Yin Thirteen's mouth rolled on the ground in pain, struggling to extinguish the flames on his body by relying on the soil.

The result was naturally useless, and the wolf soul struggled to disperse in the green flames.

"Wolf soul?

Waiting to watch Yin Thirteen destroy the wolf soul, Yu Mubai asked in confusion.

"We may be in trouble!" Yin Thirteen said as he touched the oil lamp in his hand and frowned.

"The wolf soul is a ghost enslaved by shamans and wizards in the Hu tribe, the soul of a wolf. The one just now is estimated to have been released for reconnaissance, and now the shaman in the Hu Ren camp probably knows the general direction we are in!"

"So, what then?"

Liu Fei listened to Yin Thirteen's words and almost blurted out.

Yu Mubai frowned when he heard this, and his face sank like water.

"Alas, this day has come after all!"

Although when Yu Mubai chose this path, he had already foreseen the day when he would confront Hu Daren's army.

But this day still came too early, Yu Mubai hammered the air depressedly, and made a bang.

If only you could give me a little more time to build up my strength.

"You are the leader, whether to retreat or fight, you decide!"

After Liu Fei was shocked, he still looked at Yu Mubai and supported all his decisions.

Yu Mubai looked back, Yin Thirteen just looked at him silently, the expression on his face was self-evident, everything was up to him.

......

In the territorial space, in a wooden house with a sign of "Combat Command Center".

Pots of clear spiritual water were placed in the center of the room, and goblins with pens and paper in their hands squatted beside the basins, staring intently at the water surface in the basins, and from time to time they used the pen in their hands to record something on the paper.

Looking carefully, the picture that appeared on the water surface in the basin turned out to be what Yu Mubai and the others had seen and heard just now.

Yu Mubai, Yin Thirteen, eight soldiers, and a few of the people contracts given by Yu Mubai just corresponded to the number of water basins.

This is a spell that Chen Fei turned out from the classics of Qinglian Temple, the Circle Light Technique.

Through breath traction, the target's sights and sounds are displayed in front of the caster.

After Chen Fei learned, he used the connection between himself and Yu Mubai and the others to project what they saw and heard by using the circular light technique.

It is convenient to understand the adventures of Yu Mubai and others outside, and collect all kinds of information in the secret realm of the outside world by the way.

Chen Fei thought that it was too troublesome for him to sort out the information, so he lost this matter to the refugees under the Goblins and Yuyang Daoists.

A number of people from each side have set up an operational command center in the territorial space.

[Record]

When: November 4th night

Weather: Sunny

Ordinary event: Yu Mubai went down to the pit to feed the corpse

Emergency: Yin Thirteen destroys the wolf soul of the Hu Wizard.

Event Prediction:

(1) The Hu troops ignored it, and the enemy and us were at peace.

(2) The Hu troops discovered our side and attacked in a big way, and Yu Mubai led the people to resist and was in danger.

"Leave this record to the lord!"

A scholar-like man sits behind a desk, summarizing the information recorded by today's goblins, making summaries and predictions.

Then send a goblin to send the results he sorted out to Chen Fei.