Relo was awakened by the eerie "hiss" sound, which sounded like a snake was coiled around his neck.

Groggily opening his eyes, he found himself curled up under his head and feet, soaked in a huge wooden barrel. The barrel was filled with a pitch-black liquid that bubbled up from time to time, exuding a strong bitter smell of medicinal herbs.

In front of him was a dark room of about 100 square meters, and there were thirty-four other barrels of the same kind, each of which was soaked in a swarthy figure.

Thunder Luo was shocked and angry, and tried to jump out of the barrel, but there was not a single muscle in his body to obey the call. In addition to his ability to think more and more clearly, he seems to have lost all control over his body.

"Where am I? Could it be that Lady Martha is hiding a trap for someone like me?"

With a thought, the attribute bar reappeared below the field of vision.

"Strength 1.66, agility 1.67, constitution 1.76, intelligence 1, potential 11%. ”

The spherical slot of clear liquid is slowly surging, and seems to be a permanent part of the stat bar.

Lei Luo breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the roots are there, anything is possible.

The "hiss" sound was still ringing as Lei Luo breathed, roughly a little below the Adam's apple, and he wondered if there was a hole in his neck. But he couldn't move, so he could only continue to play clay wood carving.

I don't know how long later, the sound of the key clashing faintly, and the iron door with the latch was opened from the outside. The group that came in held torches, and the dark room was quickly illuminated by the light of the fire.

"Move out!" the middle-aged man at the head shouted in a deep voice.

This is a language that Lei Luo has never heard of, the pronunciation is subdued and abrupt, similar to Chinese, but it is fundamentally different. A few faint wisps of gold quietly appeared in the spherical groove of the attribute bar, and a subtle but clear undercurrent poured into Lei Luo's mind, countless new signals were analyzed, and he found that he actually understood the meaning of the other party.

The middle-aged man wore a cyan robe, while the attendants who were carrying the barrels were dressed in short coats and overpants. They all have long hair, black hair and black eyes, yellow skin, and relatively flat facial features, which is the appearance of the yellow race that Lei Luo is most familiar with.

On the planet Yufei, there is no such race at all.

The thoughts in Lei Luo's mind were racing, and a very terrible thought was about to come out, but he was not sure that this would really be a reality.

The barrel he was in was at the back of the line, and was therefore one of the last people to be removed from the dark room. The dark chamber is located underground, and through a passage of nine twists and eighteen bends, barrels are lifted up to the lifting platform, and slowly ascended to the ground by a winch.

What appears in the field of vision is a large courtyard, with pleasant flowers and plants, and elegant layout of pavilions and rockeries. Along the way, you can see topless samurai, some of them holding fierce beasts such as black tiger cheetahs.

When they arrived at a gazebo, the attendants stopped and laid the barrels one after another, arranging them in regular rows.

Lei Luo didn't even have the ability to deviate his eyes, so he never saw the faces of the other people in the bucket. It's just that after this tossing, I can already hear those guys who have also been "soaked in medicinal wine" gasping roughly, and they all seem to have regained their senses.

"Mr. Gao Chen, all the corpse puppets are here this year. The middle-aged man in a green robe bowed shallowly towards the gazebo.

In the pavilion sat a young man, thin in a white robe, with a proud face on his face. Glancing at the dozens of wooden barrels outside the pavilion, he took the wine glass from the hand of the beautiful lady beside him, took a shallow sip of wine, stretched out the five fingers of his right hand and said, "Old Qian, I'm not here to choose garbage." With this number left, let's talk about buying and selling. ”

The old man didn't hesitate, bowed again, and said, "The villain will do it." After speaking, he took out a yellow copper bell from his arms and gently shook it in his hand.

"Jingle" a few times, and the gasps of everyone in the barrel suddenly became as heavy as a cow, and with the black water splashing around, they actually stepped out of the barrel one after another, stiff and erect!

Lei Luo also regained his freedom, and the ringing in his ears made him uncontrollably take off the killing power, knowing that something was wrong, but his reason was annihilating at all.

"I can't become a real puppet!" Lei Luo secretly clenched his fists.

As another rapid copper bell rang out, these dozens of people, who were called "corpse puppets" by middle-aged people, began to kill each other fiercely!

Lei Luo already had the introductory strength of a formal martial artist, and he had a certain grasp of the identification of powerful aura. At this moment, in his perception, the dozens of regiments of aura around him that had risen sharply were all at least above the second-level combat soldiers. What's more, it even broke through the threshold of a fourth-level soldier!

Turning, Relo faced the first man to pounce on him. Almost instantly, he understood what the term "corpse puppet" meant.

It was a living corpse, with stiff steps, the skin on its face white and wrinkled, and a rotten green eye hanging outside its socket, shaking with its movements. It was still breathing, its shriveled nose flaring. Through a fist-sized wound passage in the chest, it is clear that the rotting heart is pulsating at high speed in a vibrant manner.

Lei Luo's attention was mostly on Lao Qian and Gao Chen, suppressing the idea of using secret force, and cautiously facing the corpse puppet that pounced. The corpse puppet's movement speed is very slow, like a zombie in a horror movie, but the strength is like a fake soldier-level, and once hit, it is not a joke.

With Lei Luo's agility data, he should have easily thrown off a dozen of such monsters. But his sideways dodging action was like soaking in a bucket until his joints rusted, and he became extremely sluggish, and his right hand poked out by the corpse puppet was directly inserted into his waist ribs!

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and Lei Luo's heart sank, but he couldn't feel the pain of the wound. He jerked his hand and wrenched the golem's neck, which fell straight down with its head turned a hundred and eighty degrees, arms still moving as if trying to grasp something.

Lei Luo raised his foot and stomped down, and a cloud of black and red filth mixed with broken bones exploded. The corpse golem that had lost its head finally fell silent, as if it had ended the curse it was carrying.

In the chaos of the warband, Lei Luo looked down at the wound on his side and fell.

A few minutes later, the magic sound of the brass bell rang again. The white-robed young man named Gao Chen walked out of the pavilion, frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "Old Qian, I asked you to keep five corpse puppets, why are there only four left?"

Before Lao Qian could answer, a corpse puppet stood up on the scene full of rotten flesh and bones.

"I can't be mistaken. This head was a barbarian slave in his lifetime, which is a little more special. Lao Qian introduced, and the gaze cast on Lei Luo was full of the pride of the manufacturer.

It's just that he and the others didn't notice that Lei Luo had just escaped the cruel survival of the fittest by pretending to be dead.

Gao Chen looked at Lei Luo and the other four corpse puppets, showing an expression that was not satisfied but barely acceptable, and threw a heavy small purse to Lao Qian.

Lao Qian weighed the weight, smiled all over his face, presented the copper bell with both hands, and said, "Please take care of it, the magic circle inside the bell is planted with their natal talismans." If it's lost, these guys won't be in control. ”

"I don't know what to do with this, let's load the car!" Gao Chen was a little impatient.

"Yes...... old money waved at his entourage.

Lei Luo, who was standing frozen in place, was looking down at the black water stained blood that had accumulated into a shallow pool at his feet.

In the reflection, he saw that there was indeed a hole in his throat, even the trachea was exposed, and a "hissing" murmur came from every breath. The wound on the waist was still not bleeding, only half of the broken rib was punctured.

And his face has become extremely hideous. Under the forehead full of corpse spots, there were a pair of fierce brownish eyes that hung obliquely, a deeply sunken nose without nasal wings, and half of the rotten lips exposed the canine teeth like daggers.

It looks almost identical to the voodoo statue in the dean's room.