Zombie Contract: Get zombie bloodline and Taoist body at the beginning

Fang Yu carefully checked it, nodded, and said: "Fusheng, go and practice your mind power and control the peach wood sword. I'm going to draw a talisman. Don't disturb me."

"Okay."

Fusheng went to the yard again, and the peach wood sword was inserted into the soft soil.

And Fusheng pointed his finger, and the peach wood sword trembled steadily and floated in the air. It flew wherever the finger pointed, just like using an arm to control it.

"Fusheng, how do you control it? Why can't I?"

Kuang Guohua stopped and asked curiously.

"This should be what Brother Fang Yu said, the innate ability we have after becoming zombies.

I can't be as fast and strong as Brother Kuang."

Fusheng pursed his lips, not knowing what he remembered, his face changed drastically and said: "Oh no, I heard that zombies are immortal, I won't live in this form forever, this won't work, I haven't married and had children yet!"

"Fusheng, you are so young, but you think about things far away.

Don't worry, sooner or later, sooner or later, you will be able to return to normal.

The main thing now is to solve the dilemma of Hongxi Village. How long can you control objects with your mind power?"

Kuang Guohua asked.

Fu Sheng thought carefully for a while and said, "Now I can only hold on for one stick of incense, but every time I use it, I can increase the control time.

As long as we kill these spirits within one stick of incense, we will be fine."

Kuang Guohua nodded and said, "I can use some abilities for the time being. Since Brother Fang Yu said that we zombies can touch the spirits, whether we can kill them or not, I will entangle them."

It was getting dark, and Fang Yu came out sweating profusely. His mana was almost exhausted.

He had been practicing until he could draw the killing ghost talisman in one breath, and then he used his mana to draw it.

But with his current mana, he can only draw ten, and then his mana will be exhausted and need to be restored.

"The task of killing the spirits of the island soldiers is opened. Every time a spirit is killed, one hundred merit points will be awarded.

The task cannot be completed, and two thousand merit points will be deducted."

The cold voice of the system sounded.

"Sure enough, they come again.

This time, ten ghost-killing talismans can deal with ten spirits.

The remaining fifty or so soldier spirits need to rely on the resurrected peach wood sword and the immortal soldier puppets, hoping to survive this disaster."

Fang Yu put away his things, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to recover his damaged magic power.

After nightfall, Fang Yu opened his eyes.

Kuang Guohua, who was resting in the room, opened his eyes after resurrection, and looked particularly energetic.

Fusheng raised his hand and the wooden sword floated around him. He was eager to try and said, "Brother Fang Yu, now we can go kill the enemy."

"Yes, even if they turn into spirits, they will be killed if they invade our land! Kill them all!"

Kuang Guohua growled and stared at the door.

Fang Yu said, "It's not the right time yet. Last time, they turned into spirits in the middle of the night."

The bodies of the villagers were placed in the charity cemetery outside the village. The cemetery was very old, the main hall was in ruins, and the yard was overgrown with weeds.

The bodies of the Sakura people were directly transported to the cemetery and burned with a big fire.

The whole afternoon was full of flames and the smell of barbecue was everywhere.

After burning these bodies, the villagers no longer cared about them and went back to the village, leaving two people, one old and one young, to guard the cemetery.

There were almost no coffins in the cemetery, only straw mats. The bodies of the villagers who died tragically were covered with linen, and some were covered with white cloth, which was stained with blood.

Two white candles were lit in the main hall, and three sandalwood incense sticks were burning, but the sandalwood scent could not dispel the strong smell of blood.

After nightfall, the wind started to blow. The branches of several large trees in the courtyard in front of the main hall swayed, and the gate of the courtyard was rustling.

"Tiezhu, go and close the gate tightly."

The old man wearing a Zhongshan hat and a black cloth said.

"Uncle Yang, I'm a little scared!"

Tiezhu was 20 years old and was one of the few young laborers in the village. At this moment, his thick eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and he was a little scared.

Uncle Yang showed a bit of tragic look on his face, and said: "There is nothing to be afraid of. Death is like the extinguishing of a lamp.

If you are really scared, then go back to the village. I will stay here. Anyway, I am an old man and don't care about these things."

Uncle Yang looked at one of the corpses, which was wrapped in white cloth with a red wild flower on it.

He showed a resolute look on his face. His wife was dead, and he didn't want to live anymore.

"Uncle Yang, someone came in. It was Fang Yu and the others!"

Tiezhu stared at the direction of the gate. Fang Yu brought Kuang Guohua and Fusheng in.

"Fang Yu?"

Uncle Yang's face suddenly changed when he saw Fang Yu, and he shouted in a low voice: "Tie Zhu, hurry upGo out from the back door, Fang Yu is no longer the Fang Yu of the past, but a monster! "

He has seen the appearance of Fang Yu when he kills the enemy, and he is definitely not a human.

He is not a human, but he changes into a human appearance, which makes him extremely frightened.

Tiezhu staggered to Uncle Yang and helped him up, but his body was trembling.

He was also a person who had seen Fang Yu's zombie appearance and was afraid.

"Uncle Yang, Brother Tiezhu, don't be afraid, I won't eat people."

Fang Yu walked in and grinned.

"Fusheng, come here quickly, Fang Yu is a monster!"

Uncle Yang looked at Fusheng and spoke immediately, his face was extremely anxious.

Fusheng frowned and said, "No matter what Brother Fang Yu is, if it weren't for him, could he kill those people? The people in our village would have been killed long ago?

And how can you stand here intact? "

"But... he is a monster, and there is no guarantee that he will do something harmful to the village in the future. Now there are only a dozen people left in the village, and they can't stand it."

Uncle Yang sighed, and the fear on his face subsided a little. Fu Sheng was right. Fang Yu did kill a lot of Sakura people.

"I will leave here when things here are resolved.

Now you leave the charity cemetery. Something terrible will happen here tonight."

Fang Yu sighed. The fear in Uncle Yang's eyes could not be deceived. If he continued to stay in the village, the villagers would despise him, and he would have no meaning to stay there.

When these spirits are killed, he will leave Hongxi Village.

"What will happen here? These are all people from the village. Even if something strange happens, they will not attack us."

Uncle Yang looked at his wife's body with reluctance. It was impossible for him to leave now.

Fu Sheng walked over and said, "Uncle Yang, Brother Fang Yu is not joking. He knows magic.

He said that those people with spells on their chests tonight will turn into spirits and start killing people.

We have to stop them here and prevent them from entering the village, otherwise the remaining dozen villagers will die. "

"Fusheng, are you scared? The Fang family is an outsider, but I have never heard that they are proficient in magic."

Uncle Yang's face showed a thoughtful look, as if he was thinking about something.

"That's all I have to say. If you don't leave, and stay later, and are possessed by spirits, we will not show mercy.

Brother Kuang has traveled all over the country and can handle this.

I have also cast a spell on Fusheng, so he will not be possessed by spirits. You two can't say for sure."

Fang Yu sat down on the side and stopped talking.

Uncle Yang looked pale, glanced at Kuang Guohua standing next to him, and then glanced at Fusheng, and said: "Forget it, Fusheng, your father's body is also here, protect it well, and we will come again tomorrow. "

After saying that, he waved to Tiezhu, who immediately walked to Uncle Yang, supported him, and walked out.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the two figures soon disappeared.

The strong wind swept in and blew into the hall, and the white cloth on some corpses was blown off, revealing hideous and terrifying corpses.

They died in pain, panic, fear, and unwillingness.

So much so that they couldn't close their eyes and died with their eyes open.

Fusheng was so scared that he hid behind Fang Yu, trembling.

But Kuang Guohua just sighed, covered the dead with shrouds again, and began to close his eyes and rest.

At this time, it was still two hours before midnight.