The strongest mortician

A swarm of rats surged in the small courtyard, and living corpses dressed up by villagers behind him blocked the way.Bai Qiong's group outside the mansion managed to kill a small number of them, but they were barely hindered, slowing down the group of living corpses.At this moment, they gathered a large number of villagers to go to the Penglai Inn for business, and they could not protect themselves.The role played is really limited.

Bai Dianlin looked worriedly at the boy in the courtyard who had bowed his head and remained silent since Fang Cong rescued Bai Yi.Following his line of sight, he saw the moon-white Confucian uniform trampled underfoot by the man in black, his eyes flickered, and he probably understood.He raised his hand and gently placed it on the young man's thin shoulder, without saying words of comfort.The next moment he drew his sword and raised it, the blade was like a knife, cutting inwards at the leg that was stepping on the Confucian uniform.

Fan Ruichuan jumped away a few times. Where his feet were originally, the sharp sword energy passed by, and the small solid stone table behind him was split into two.If the cuts were human legs, they might all be broken.

The turmoil of the outside world is out of sight.Shen Shen stared at Yanli's robe on the ground in a daze, he couldn't perceive the existence of Yanli anymore, unlike before hiding in the thick fog, it was really cut off.Like a pinch of flickering flames, scoff——

went out.

Just now he was still deep, but suddenly he spat out black blood from his mouth, and his whole face became dark and gloomy, as if he had hurt his vitality.

Yan Li hadn't been with him for long, and even the ignorant earth-type living corpse and Shen Shen, who seldom showed up on weekdays, had been with him longer than him.Shen Shen has always treated this seemingly master-servant relationship with the attitude that meeting is fate, but in fact they are friends.Yan Li rarely communicated with him, these days, the number of times he talked with Yan Li was very few.

As an admonisher, he is known for his sharp tongue and etiquette. He can say every word to other people without any retaliation, but he respects and treats him as the "master".His deep gaze has been lowered down on the Confucian uniform trampled on the ground casually, and then he raised his head, and under the face of the frost-stained young man, with a face as calm as stagnant water, a handful of flames ignited to light the fire.

Bai Dianlin and Bai Yi flanked Fan Ruichuan from left to right. The person on the left was deadly, while the person on the right acted with some hesitation and trance.Surrounded by living corpses and swarms of rats, Bai Yi, who was cooperating with him, had something to do with his movements and slowed down. Cooperating with the stagnation couldn't help, and Shen Shen was injured behind him.Bai Dianlin was imprisoned, and his arm was scratched by the fingernail of a living corpse.As if he didn't notice it, he played a few spells to slow down the spread of the corpse poison, raised his sword and continued to move forward, approaching Fan Ruichuan.

Looking around deeply, he observed the magic circle on the ground. His finger was cut, and the blood was in the form of drops, which was deliberately lowered to the corresponding position of the magic circle. The lit magic circle flickered a few times. Then he felt his whole body loosen, the huge invisible pressure on his shoulders loosened, the suppressed speed increased during his actions, and the sword rose and fell, bringing up a vertical row of living corpse heads.The bloody smell also aroused the beastliness of the pickled things in the field, and the restless, the attacks became more violent.

The deep wound was still oozing blood, and without changing his face, he smeared a drop of blood on the curled horn pattern in the east of the formation.The field in the formation has completely changed.Fan Ruichuan, who had no time to be distracted, sounded the whistle sharply. The zombies and rats who had just been aroused to kill could not react. .

Unfortunately, it's late.

The situation in the formation was reversed in an instant. The living corpses attacking Bai Dianlin and others from the same camp turned against each other, tearing apart the fat rat with the thickness of the baby's arm with their sharp black nails like crazy. "Stop" command.The mice in the formation who were about to fight back hesitated.

They hesitated, but the group of living corpses didn't give them a chance to stop.The rat that stopped resisting became meat on the chopping board and was brutally torn into pieces by the living corpse.The mouse spirits suffered heavy losses, and at this moment, they didn't care about the whistle, they were completely red-eyed. There were so many of them, five or six mice jumped onto the living corpse, biting and devouring the flesh and blood on it.A living corpse, each figure that was bitten after a while, and after a few more bites, it lost the ability to move.

The two species were inseparably killed in the formation, and the insect whistle had lost its control effect.Fan Ruichuan hid behind with a gloomy face, avoiding Bai Dian's sword aura that split the barrier of living corpses and rats from time to time. When there were fewer and fewer living corpses in front of him, the few sword auras that could not be dodged in time struck his chest. Leave a few deep or shallow scratches.That sword aura was so tricky that it didn't count that it hurt the flesh, but in the sword aura, there was a trace of blazing white flame.A slight sword wound, the wound burned even bigger under the blazing white flame, blazing pure fire, a natural evil nemesis, domineeringly wanted to burn his body and burn his soul.Bai Dianlin is not the master of Jinghuo, the real master...

Fan Ruichuan raised his head, facing the indifferent eyes of the person in the previous formation, seven or eight of his ten fingertips were pierced, and the new wound was still oozing blood, but the boy felt no pain at all, his cold gaze passed through the chaotic corpse. The swarm and the tide of rats fell on him.He opened his mouth silently, and his lips opened and closed slowly.Fan Ruichuan understood.He said.

Damn you.

Knowing the shape of mouth, Fan Ruichuan was not afraid, he raised his eyebrows and showed a provocative smile to Shen Shen, which was vicious and harbored deep hatred.Shen Shen didn't know where his hatred came from, and he didn't want to know. The wooden spear held the spear in his hand, and while the firepower was concentrated on other people, the spear crossed the barrier and passed through his chest. Fan Ruichuan's smile froze on his face. On the end of the wooden gun, a white flame ignited.

"You... know Liuhe Spinning, he taught you?" Fan Ruichuan coughed out a mouthful of blood, said with difficulty, and then remembered something, "No, you sign a contract with him, and you can spy on his abilities." To learn, I don't want to, it's impossible for Shen Shen to grasp it, Bai Yi took the initiative.It is a bit self-deceiving to say that it is a simple spy.

Shen Shen and Fan Ruichuan, one is a visitor from another world who is good at encoffining, and the other is a talented encoffiner born in this world.We all know it well.

When the flame burned down to one third of the barrel of the gun and reached the pierced chest, Fan Ruichuan let out a muffled grunt and shook his body.

Thinking of what Yicheng saw and heard back then, Shen Shen asked: "Bai Yi's soul, you were trapped outside Yicheng, right?" Bai Yi was stiff.

Fan Ruichuan fell silent for a while, laughing uncontrollably, frantically: "It's me, why isn't it me? I spent ten years engraving a magic circle and collecting souls as bait, just to keep him conscious and keep his soul alive. At that time, I was immature in the process of encoffining, I only knew that his soul was preserved, and more, I didn't know how to do it, I couldn't find him."

He looked at Bai Yi, seemingly crying but not crying.Bai Yi, who was being watched by him, squeezed the red-tasseled gun tightly, thinking of those incomplete souls, his chest throbbed.

"In the past few years, when I finally worked out a method and returned to Yicheng, I found that he had been subdued and taken away."

"My indomitable general has become your deepest person, why?"

"300 years, Shen Shen, I have been waiting for him for 300 years!"