Most of the corpse puppets crawled out, leaving a small number of corpses around Jiang Mu reluctantly, the scene looked really bloody.

After everyone had run away, a young man in a white robe landed on the ground gently.

Standing in the center of the courtyard in white clothes and boots, the corpse next to him trembled but did not dare to approach, as if he was behind the scenes.

"Hmph, when you have so much ability, don't you just become a puddle of meat now."

He flicked his sleeves lightly and was about to walk forward when a clear voice came from behind.

"Are you talking about me?"

The white-robed Taoist froze, and directly behind him, a pool of blood gradually gathered to form a human figure. The scene was not much better than the scene of dismemberment.

Soon, the figure slowly revealed its appearance, with black robes, pale skin, and his frightened face reflected in those deep eyes.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?!"

The white-robed Taoist subconsciously took two steps back, clutching the talisman in his hand, his eyes widened in shock.

Jiang Mu looked sideways slightly, and glanced across the zombie puppets who dared not come forward, and said in a flat tone: "If you can make these things, I think you are not afraid of ghosts."

"monster--"

The man let out a loud roar, and swung the talisman paper violently, but the paper fell in front of Jiang Mu directly, without any lethality at all, and when he raised his hand lightly, a corpse puppet who took the opportunity to attack was directly blown away, It rolled on the ground several times before stopping, but as soon as it stopped, it was firmly bound by a ball of green flames.

Jiang Mu turned his head to look, and the one who sneaked up on him was the female corpse puppet that day, but it seemed that he had no consciousness of his own.

He turned his head to the Taoist priest in white, and said, "I remember you, the guy who sells Gu and fills up medicine in Linzhou, bluffs and deceives, why, now you came to the island to show off?"

"You're looking for death!" The man, the so-called Daoist Fang, roared, as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, and he was not afraid of ghosts and gods at this time, and he planned to fight Jiang Mu when he came up.

Jiang Mu was even less afraid of doing something like this. He didn't hide when the other party slapped him with a fierce palm.

Fang Daochang didn't see what was going on, and the bony hand wrapped around his wrist lightly, and then he stretched hard, and he felt his whole body go limp, and the heart-pounding pain swept through his whole body, and he fell to the ground unable to move. move.

Jiang Mu looked down at him, his tone still indifferent: "Since you still can't do this, let's go and see that person together. Where is he, mourning hall?"

He reached out and grabbed Fang Daozhang's back collar as easily as grabbing a chick. Fang Daozhang rolled his eyes and struggled, but it was of no avail.

The two walked in the opposite direction from where the guests were fleeing.

When Jiang Mu stepped into the mourning hall, except for the female corpse puppets surrounded by green light, all the corpse puppets who had touched and eaten Jiang Mu's flesh and blood were turned into ashes. It seemed that there were somehow fewer monsters chasing them.

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