Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The coffin lid was blown away by someone from inside.

The old man who owned the corpse was the head of a wealthy family in the town and had considerable prestige. When he was alive, his cultivation was considered to be among the best in the entire wilderness.

Now he stood up straight, his wrinkled skin was blue and black, and he looked like a frightened corpse.

Huanyi saw from the ghost's memory that there was a figure standing behind the corpse that was about to be buried, holding a soul flag.

It’s the old ghost picking melons. He is also in the coffin!

At that time, the old ghost picking melons escaped from the Yin River by chance. In addition to the decline in his cultivation, in order to save his life, he lost all the puppets that he had carefully refined over the years.

He fled to this barren land with little spiritual energy, thinking that no one would chase him anymore. Even if his cultivation level dropped, he could still cover the sky with one hand in a place like the barren land.

The most urgent task is to select a suitable puppet to protect him during his recuperation and breathing exercises.

The natives of the wasteland outside the city have always had weak cultivation, and because of the harsh environment, their lifespan is almost the same as that of ordinary people.

If one wants to select puppets of high quality, they must be the wealthy families in the town. They control more local resources and their cultivation is also top-notch among the group.

For example, this one in the coffin is the most suitable.

As soon as the melon-picking old ghost entered the town, he saw a white banner hanging at the door of this family's house. As he was injured, he did not want to conflict with these ants, so he jumped into the coffin that night and started refining the puppet.

It took two days and two nights to finally refine the puppet before the burial.

"The smell of a living person is so fragrant."

The short, hunched old man who was picking melons took a deep breath of the air around him and said with an intoxicated expression.

The corpse he refined was iron blue in color and as hard as stone. He moved quickly, roaring and pouncing on the nearest relative, biting off the throat and drinking blood in big gulps.

The funeral procession broke up screaming.

"Murder! Run!"

"The ancestor shocked the corpse and killed people!"

"Uh--"

The shouts of the relatives in the escort team suddenly stopped. He looked down at his stomach with his eyes wide open. A dark blue ghost hand pierced through his body, and blood mixed with intestines were pulled out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The scene was in chaos and all the helpers who were carrying the coffin ran away.

The relatives of the master family were the closest to the corpse puppet. Because they hesitated for a moment, almost all of them suffered in an instant and were torn into pieces of flesh and blood by the puppet.

The mourning women turned pale with fright and stumbled away in all directions.

Because they fled in a hurry, it was common to see people's hair disheveled and things trampled on.

“Hehe!!!”

Asen ran away while shouting his sister's name at the top of his lungs.

He was extremely anxious, his eyes quickly identifying the crowd of people in white linen mourning clothes: "He He, where are you!"

"Brother, I'm here!"

Not far away, He He's little figure was waving his arms desperately.

Asenshang didn't have time to relax, he rushed over, grabbed He He's hand and ran away.

The corpse in the coffin chosen by the old melon picker originally had the strength of the Vein Condensation Stage, and the puppet refined by him even reached a strength close to the seventh level of the Yin Grade.

The higher the level of the corpse puppet, the faster the evil spirit and corpse poison spread.

The corpses that were bitten to death by the puppets were immediately turned into low-level walking corpses without consciousness after being infected by the corpse poison.

The eyes are cloudy and the skin is rotten.

Newly formed zombies naturally crave fresh flesh and blood, and will quickly pounce on the nearest living person.

No one present was able to stop this horrific and bloody disaster. Asen watched with his own eyes the townspeople who were fleeing for their lives being pounced on and bitten by the zombies because they were a step too slow.

The life-giving ghost vine of the old melon-picking ghost was stirring, and it smelled the scent of a woman.

The infant ghost vine was also seriously injured in the pursuit of the corpse puppet clan in the Yinhe Road, and urgently needed a large amount of Yin energy to nourish it.

Women’s constitution is yin, and they have always been its nourishment.

The cry of a baby sounded like an explosion, and the overwhelming vines intertwined and squirmed. A fist-sized baby face appeared on the vines, with all the facial features complete. It ran quickly towards the scattered crying women with a strange smile.

It was a massacre with blood splattering everywhere. How could the townspeople's escape speed match that of the baby ghost vines that flew as fast as the wind? Hundreds of women's bodies were pierced through the chest and hung on the vines in mid-air.

The blood, still warm, fell like rain, and the earth turned a shocking blood red.

Asen ran desperately with his sister. When He He couldn't run anymore, he carried her on his back and ran, not daring to stop for a moment.

He had only one thought.

run.

Run as hard as you can, faster and faster.

I must escape with He He.

The sweat on his forehead poured into his eyes, causing a stinging pain in his eyeballs. His chest felt like it was about to explode from the continuous running, and a sweet and fishy taste rose from his throat.

There was a whistling sound of wind in my ears, mixed with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

He He tightened her arms around her neck.

His vision was blurred by sweat. He was like a dog that was exhausted to the limit, but he did not dare to stop for a moment. His cloth shoes stepped heavily on the ground with every step, even though his shoes were torn and his toes were rubbed bloody.

"Brother, put me down and run by yourself." He He suddenly spoke with trembling teeth.

He shouted back angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about at this time!"

He He didn't say anything else.

His palms became sticky while he was running, and he thought it was sweat from escaping.

Until He He said something weakly.

"Brother, it hurts so much..."

His hands were covered in blood, He He's blood.

At some point, that damn vine had pierced several bloody holes in He He's body.

The farther they ran, the longer the blood trailed on the road behind them.

He He was usually so afraid of pain, but she didn't cry at all along the way until she became unconscious and could no longer hold back her tears.

He couldn't wake He He up no matter what he did.

The zombies that were chasing him closely caught up with him and pounced on him to tear his flesh. He was completely unaware and collapsed, holding He He's body and apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, brother, I run too slowly."

If he could run a little faster, just one point faster than the vine, He He would not have died.

"Wake up, please. I have ordered new clothes for you at the clothing store."

"Don't you want to see your beautiful dress?"

"You haven't seen the new clothes yet, can I take you to have a look?"

He wiped away his tears, picked up He He's body, and walked forward step by step with his gradually stiffening legs.

And hanging on his back was a walking corpse with a big mouth and a biting mouth.

……

Huanyi finished reading about Brother Ghost's obsession with tears in her eyes.

No one in the funeral procession survived.

The eighteen helpers were kept because of their youth and strength, and were refined into the current Three Corpse Ghost Puppets.

It had been a year since the old melon-picking ghost first appeared in the wilderness.

The puppets could still be preserved, but the corpses would completely rot into blood after more than a month.

And those women became the nourishment of the baby ghost vines. Over time, not only their empty shells, but even their bones could not be found.

In other words, the ghost brother couldn't even find a bone of his sister.