Xiaoman let go of his teeth, let go of his arms, looked at him excitedly, and said, "You, are you really willing to help me?"
The owner of Lingyun Palace did not answer Xiaoman's question, but walked towards Zhangjia Village.
Looking at the back of the Lord of Lingyun Palace as he left, Xiaoman wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and tears on the corner of his eyes and quickly followed.
"When I was about to die, I didn't cry. Why are you crying now?" The owner of Lingyun Palace suddenly asked.
"I didn't cry just now because I was not afraid of death and now because I was excited! I was moved! I cried because of fear. It was called cowardice and tears because of emotion. It was called affection!" Xiaoman widened his eyes and said with a sarcasm.
The Lord of Lingyun Palace stopped, turned around and glanced at Xiaoman, and then took a step and said, "If you want to go against the will of heaven and change your fate, you must transfer all your bad luck and evil to others, but, alone,
I can't bear so much of your anger, and I need many people to bear it."
"What do you mean? I don't understand"
"At that time, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty used boys as sacrifices to leave their souls on the earth for generations, locking in the women who were destined to belong to the [Rior and Mountain Calamity], these undead were no longer able to leave the world by themselves. They wanted to cast spells to take them away and send them away
To the underworld, you need a lot of people who have just died.”
"What should I do?"
"I really don't know whether this witch curse has ended, or whether the undead on your body are tired of the world. If, I remember correctly, there are more than 700 people in Zhangjia Village, and more than 100 horse thieves are exactly nine hundred.
Many people walk a few steps faster. After a person dies, the soul will re-enter the cycle of reincarnation in two hours. You must transfer the undead on your body into their bodies as soon as possible."
After saying that, the owner of Lingyun Palace accelerated his pace towards Zhangjia Village
Xiaoman trotted and followed his pace. Before he could reach the entrance of the village, he smelled a strong smell of blood.
Although, she has become commonplace in the fight scenes in recent months
But when she thought about facing more than 900 dead people, she still felt chill in her heart
Xiaoman shivered and rushed to the side of the Lingyun Palace master, took his hand and walked towards the village.