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One thousand meters underground from the Nantianmen Fortress.

There is a huge cave hollowed out by an unknown existence.

Under the reflection of blood light, a horrifying scene unfolds.

The dark red pool of blood glows faintly in the dim blue light in the cave. It seems like an endless blood sea hell, filled with a strong smell of rust.

Countless small blood streams meander from all directions and merge into this vast pool of blood. Drops of blood condense into shocking little blood beads, trembling gently, dripping below, becoming a member of the blood river.

A finely carved coffin lies quietly under the blood river, its surface reflecting the blood-red light.

The surface of the coffin is smooth and cold, with fine patterns carved on it. These patterns appear gloomy and mysterious against the background of blood light. On it are the magic patterns that summon Cain.

Cain is known as the bloody demon god and the immortal king.

What he likes most is to soak in the endless blood river.

Blood gathered from all directions and eventually flowed into the coffin. It seemed that the coffin was feeding some powerful existence, and there was even a sound like a beating heart.

The air around was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people suffocate.

At the bottom of the blood river, there were a lot of magic patterns, which were emitting a blood-red light.

At the edge of the blood river, there was also a coffin, which was more luxurious.

There was a bang bang bang sound inside the coffin.

The magic patterns on the coffin emitted a blood-red light.

Drops of blood dripped from a high place and merged into scarlet rivers. They drew deep traces on the stone slabs, as if the stone slabs were corroded.

The corroded stone slabs directly formed magic patterns, and a lot of blood was poured into the coffin.

After a while, the coffin exploded with a bang.

A ball of blood drilled out of the coffin and condensed in the air, forming a man with a pair of bat wings.

His face was pale, his eyes were deep and mysterious, with magic patterns in his black pupils and sharp teeth sticking out of his mouth.

The man was slender and elegant, and every movement revealed a calm and aristocratic aura.

"Haha, Jiao Mu Jiao, you didn't expect that Dr. Du Bo was just an incarnation I infected."

"I just put some soul fragments in his body."

"But even if my incarnation died, it doesn't matter."

"The spores have been spread by those idiots."

"Humans can't stop the corrosiveness of the abyss spores at all."

"My plan must not be destroyed by anyone."

"As long as I absorb enough blood from the alien beasts, I can summon the demon god Cain."

"And with the power of the demon god Cain, I will completely transform into a blood demon and live forever."

"Hahaha."

Du Bo's eyes flashed a trace of madness.

"I need more souls and more sacrifices. I can't let the demon god I serve be dissatisfied with the sacrifices I offer."

"I don't know if Wang Gang will act on his own after I die."

"Ye Bai was infected with spores, and he should be close to death."

"Haha, I have also cultivated the spore army, so I will use it as a hidden weapon."

"The people from the Death God Society should be here soon."

"I have to go to greet him in person."

"Speak of the devil and he will appear."

Professor Du Bo turned into countless blood lights and dissipated in the air.

At this time, in a place overgrown with weeds.

The corpse speaker was using a huge shovel to dig a cemetery.

The tombstone reads "A Tribute to the Eternal Songstress - Miss Zhang Tianan".

"Baby, I'm here."

"I can feel that this is a perfect work of art."

Soon a transparent glass coffin appeared, and inside it appeared a girl surrounded by everlasting flowers.

The girl's eyelashes gently covered her eyelids like butterfly wings, as if she was sleeping peacefully, or ready to flutter her wings at any time.

Her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was resisting the noise from the outside world.

Her long black eyelashes trembled slightly, like a group of elves waiting for the morning light.

The sunlight shone through the glass coffin, gently casting a slender shadow under her eyelids, like the fallen wings of an angel.

Her skin was as white as jade and her lips were light pink, as if cherry blossoms were just blooming, as if she was a work of art carefully carved by a master.

A long whip that looked like a rose was tightly held in the girl's hand.

"Haha, my guess was right. This remains is well preserved."

"The Eternal Songstress, Zhang Tianan, a seventh-level plant-type pet master, died of exhaustion in the battle to defend the Nantian Gate, and was finally buried here."

"And use the eternal flower to accompany you to sleep forever."

"What a pity, I want to transform you, the heroic spirit, into my corpse puppet."

The Corpse Speaker grinned, revealing his white jade teeth.

He looked at the Eternal Songstress greedily.

"Such a good work of art should be appreciated by people."

"The Eternal Songstress, Zhang Tianan, wake up, wake up from your deep sleep, and become my little cutie."

A stream of black air sank into the glass coffin, and the terrifying black air was like puppet silk, entwined around Zhang Tianan's body.

The next second, Zhang Tianan opened his dark eyes.

She woke up from the cold grave.

Zhang Tianan sat up slowly from the coffin like a puppet being manipulated by someone.

Although she had been dead for a long time, her body still remained flexible.

This made the corpse whisperer very curious.

"If I hadn't completely felt that you had no soul, I would have thought you were still sleeping."

Her eyes swept around, and the once familiar scenery now became strange and alienated.

Surrounding was a long-abandoned cemetery with weeds and crows breaking the silence.

"Am I not dead?"

Zhang Tianan felt very strange. She clearly remembered that she used a legendary forbidden technique, the Song of Extinction, to protect her companions.

All her pets turned into stone with her.

But why did she become like this now?

At this time, Zhang Tianan's pupils widened, and she could actually feel the faint breath of her pet.

Her heart began to beat again.

"Little baby, it's me."

"I woke you up."

"Have you awakened your self-awareness?"

"Let me introduce you for the first time. You are my corpse puppet, the eternal singer Zhang Tianan."

"And I am the corpse speaker of the Death God Society, the puppet's operator."

"You are my collection, a perfect collection."

The corpse speaker looked at Zhang Tianan greedily.

"Although I don't know why you will remain incorruptible, it doesn't matter. I just want you to serve me."

Zhang Tianan smiled coldly, like an ice goddess.

In the next second, the rose whip turned into a slender thorn sword that broke the coffin and cut across the face of the corpse speaker.

Blood flowed directly from the wound.

"Haha, you are such an unruly little wild cat, but I like you like this."

The corpse speaker licked his tongue, took out the black corpse suture thread, and began to sew it directly on his face.

After a while, an ugly scar like a centipede appeared.

"Haha, this is beautiful."

"To be honest, I don't mind my appearance at all."

Countless black threads appeared in the hands of the Corpse Speaker.

These threads sank directly into the ground, and soon the ground cracked, and countless corpses emerged from the ground.

These corpses were all pet masters who had died in the battle at Nantianmen.

Among them were the corpses of some pets.

"Damn, it's not the time to fight him yet."

"I just got the attribute, and I'm not this guy's opponent for the time being."

"I hope my soul sound talent is still there."

The sun was hanging high, and the dazzling light fell.

But the next second, the dark clouds completely covered the sun, and the wind and sand were blowing.

A girl stood above the glass coffin, her long hair falling like a waterfall, and her eyes flashed with a firm and gentle light.

Her eyes were deep, and she looked around and revealed a spirituality that was out of this world.

When she opened her red lips, the melodious singing drifted with the wind.

This is the Soul Burial Song, which is specially used to help the dead souls to go to the paradise. The surrounding dead souls seem to be comforted and their souls can rest in peace.

The girl's eyebrows are long and thick, and the slightly raised arc reveals a stubbornness and unyielding.

Whenever the melody rises and falls, an indescribable sorrow is revealed between her eyebrows, which is a deep remembrance of the lost life and endless mercy for the living.

Every note she sings seems to be full of magic, which can soothe the resentment of the dead and guide them into reincarnation.

After the corpse puppets heard the voice of the Eternal Songstress, their bodies decayed and drifted away with the wind.

Their souls also showed a trace of innocent smiles, turning into stars and dissipating in the air.

At this time, the face of the corpse speaker turned black, and these corpse puppets were his prey.

He had already carved the manipulation runes on these corpses.

This could have become a brave and combative army in the hands of the corpse speaker, but in the end, part of it was killed.

This made the corpse speaker quite unhappy.

"Hmph, I originally wanted to make you my collection."

"You awakened your consciousness unexpectedly, and I didn't erase your will."

"But you shouldn't have ruined my plan."

"So, I'm going to control your body and perform the Song of Extinction!"

Zhang Tianan's face showed a trace of doubt. How did this guy know that he could perform the Song of Extinction?

I saw countless black shadows made of silk threads inserted directly into Zhang Tianan's body. She was like a puppet being manipulated by the Corpse Speaker.

"No corpse puppet can escape my palm."

"Even you are no exception, Zhang Tianan, become my work of art."

The black air was gathering in Zhang Tianan's eyebrows, as if it wanted to carve out magic patterns.

However, when the magic patterns were about to take shape, they suddenly dissipated.

The Corpse Speaker suffered a great backlash, and his pupils showed unwillingness.

"Why, you are still alive, why!"

The Corpse Speaker suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of black blood from his mouth, and he was extremely annoyed at this moment.

Zhang Tianan took this opportunity to sing the song of space replacement.

After the melodious melody appeared, Zhang Tianan directly used instant movement and disappeared here.

At this moment, a blood-red light appeared.

Professor Du Bo appeared here.

He flapped his bat wings and looked down at the Corpse Speaker: "Corpse Speaker, what happened here?"

"Why was this cemetery destroyed?"

The Corpse Speaker licked his dry lips, and a crazy smile appeared in his eyes: "Haha, there is a little wild cat that broke through my blockade."

"But it doesn't matter, I will find her soon."

"She has a mark left by me."

"Du Bo, do you want me to launch a puppet disaster?"

"What good will this do me?"

The Corpse Speaker looked up at Du Bo.

"To be honest, you have transformed into a blood demon now."

"I want to try to control your undead beast."

A trace of fear flashed in Du Bo's eyes. He knew that the Corpse Speaker had this ability.

And he could feel that the Corpse Speaker was actually a pet master at the peak of the seventh level.

In other words, as long as the Corpse Speaker wanted, he could keep himself here.

He didn't want to become a corpse puppet and be controlled by others for his whole life.

"Corpse Speaker, let's make it short."

"We all have one goal, to destroy the Nantianmen Fortress."

"You can't attack me, or the God of Death will be angry."

Looking at the increasingly eager eyes of the Corpse Speaker, Du Bo could only use his trump card.

"Corpse Speaker, let me help you find the trace of that person just now."

"I am transforming into a blood demon, and I can easily track the spatial coordinates around me."

"Corpse Speaker, I will help you find someone, and we will work together to destroy the Nantianmen Fortress, how about it?"

Du Bo gave a suggestion.

The Corpse Speaker smiled, and a sickly white color appeared on his face.

The ugly scar like a centipede was reminding himself that a little wild cat had attacked him.

"Okay, I will stay here and summon enough corpse puppets."

"I'll wait for your good news, Du Bo, otherwise, I will refine you into my corpse puppet."

"Go, I'll wait for your good news."

The Corpse Speaker said coldly.

Countless black air spread out from the body of the Corpse Whisperer, and the black air gradually sank into the ground.

"Wake up from your slumber, my servants."

"Destroy as much as you can with hatred for life."

The ground broke apart, and coffins emerged from the ground one by one.

These coffins broke apart one by one, and corpses with their eyes tightly closed appeared one by one.

Most of the corpses had rotted into bones, and some powerful corpses still maintained their fighting power before they died.

"Little cuties, it's time to revive."

As the black air gradually poured into the bodies of the corpses, these people opened their eyes one by one.

"It's a pity that your pets died in the battle and their bodies can't be found, otherwise I would have more gadgets to control."

At the same time, Ye Bai faced Wang Gang.