One day later, Shang Biao stood in front of the Erwang Village as Lao Wan said.

Outside the village is a busy scene, with hundreds of numb-looking farmers working in the rice fields.

Standing on the ridge of the field was a strong supervisor with slender willow branches in his hands, and he waved and scolded from time to time.

"Master, these are Wang Pengliang's tenants. He took advantage of the land in Erwang Village and hung them in his wife's name to avoid paying taxes.

The villagers here can't escape, so they can only become tenants, and compete for some food that is only enough to survive. Even so, they will have to suffer the whip from the Wang family supervisors' hospital. If they do it a little slower, they will be a whip.

There are many people who have died at their hands over the years. If the villagers dare to resist, they will be locked up and tortured."

Lao Wan explained to Shang Biao, and as he spoke, two lines of old tears came from the corners of his eyes.

"Well, why are you so clear about this?"

"Master, I'm going to tell you that my sister's family is in Erwang Village, and there are eight people in the family. I don't know how many people are left now.

At first, people dared to visit relatives in Erwang Village, but later Wang Pengliang arrested everyone passing by Erwang Village and forced the contract to sign the contract, but no one dared to come. The last time I met them was five years ago.

Compassionate, the Emperor Yan, blesses them, and hopes that they will still be alive."

According to the gestures taught by Shang Biao, Lao Wan held his left thumb with his right hand, stretched out his four fingers on his left, and prayed to the statue of Emperor Yan who was lifted by the four people.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Because there were three or four hundred people gathered here, the supervisors on the ridge thought they were passing by and did not dare to come up.

Later, when they saw them stopping at the village head, they plucked up the courage to gather more than a dozen people to come up to ask.

"Compassionate, merciless mother, empty home, mercy on my world, Yama comes from heaven!"

Shang Biao stepped forward and recited his debut name.

"It turned out to be the White Lotus Sect. Do you know where this place is? It actually fooled us. Brothers and a few guys show it out and give them some colors!"

The head guard's fear faded and laughed. It seemed that it was not the first time he had met a preacher from the White Lotus Sect. He greeted him and pulled out the same official sword from his waist.

In the past, they could scare away the White Lotus Sect's disciples who came to preach as long as they took out their weapons.

Looking at Lao Wan, who was trembling all over and other villagers with coarse cloth, you can tell how deterrent the knife has to those villagers who have been facing the loess and backs facing the sky and digging food in the soil for the rest of their lives.

"Shou!"

Shang Biao threw out a stack of amulets and scattered in the air on the foreheads of the guards.

"Lao Wan, when you go and preach the gospel of Emperor Yan to the villagers, these people tied up and distributed several knives in their hands to the young people for use.

Starting from now on, only those with the strongest faith can join."

After saying that, Shang Biao seemed to remember something, took out the ghost raising jar, walked to the shade, and took out a ghost full of fire from it.

"Han Er, you think you are from the military in this way, right?"

The difference between military souls and ordinary ghosts is evil spirits. Shang Biao and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry have been in contact for so long, and he can see the rough origin of Han Er when he was in the theater.

"yes."

Han Er mechanically answered, his eyes turned, and he looked at the surrounding environment curiously.

"That's good. Choose one of these people to possess, and then select me to fight to form a guardian team, and you will be in charge."

“Where is this?”

"Don't disclose your origin to anyone in different time and space, otherwise I will not be able to save you."

"good."

Han Er glanced at the people around him and floated to a strong and powerful villager who had the deepest demonization.

Shang Biao ignored him and asked Lao Wan to lead the way and walked towards the mansion in the village.

Some villagers hiding at home opened the wooden door and secretly looked at strangers like Shang Biao through the cracks, guessing their identities.

‘The King’

Shang Biao looked at the mansion with a trace of evil spirit floating in front of him, and knew that Lao Wan should not have lie.

If a few people had not died unjustly, there would never be such a concentration of evil spirit.

"If the candidate is ready, use this place to fight in actual combat, don't kill people."

Shang Biao said to Han Er behind him that he was a soldier and his work efficiency was fast.

Just a few minutes later, Han Er followed him with a dozen demonized people holding swords.

Moreover, Han Er didn't know what he said to these people, but he actually pulled off his coarse cloth covering his face, revealing a strange snake-patterned face.

After receiving the order, Han Er did not say anything and took the lead in walking into the Wang House. Soon, there were a burst of crying sounds.

......

"You are Wang Pengliang?"

Shang Biao leaned against the Taishi chair made of Huanghuali Wood, crossed his legs leisurely, and asked the tall and thin man kneeling down and trembling.

"Yes, the youngest one is Wang Pengliang. Master Dao, are you?"

"On two roads, first, donate all your family wealth and enter my Yanluo Road. Or, I will hand you over to the villagers outside, and they will decide your fate."

"Donate, donate, I'll choose the first one."

Wang Pengliang knew how many consciences he had done over the years. If he just went out like this, those mud legs could swallow him alive.

"Master Dao, can I just donate money? You sent me and my wife and children to Xiangyang City."

"Why, I look down on me, Yan Luo? Do you still want to go to Xiangyang to bring reinforcements and ask your brother-in-law for help?"

"No, no, no, how dare you, the young one?"

"Then you join the church. As long as you truly believe in the Emperor Yama, everyone is a believer of God and will not do anything to you."

After saying that, Shang Biao stood up and walked out, leaving behind Wang Pengliang who was crying but not crying.

Following the induction, Shang Biao stopped until he walked to a pond in the backyard.

The evil spirit comes from this lake. At this drifting speed, if Shang Biao did not come to Erwang Village, Wang Pengliang would have his family destroyed in less than a year or two.

From this perspective, Shang Biao also did a good thing, saving his whole family's life.

"Plop!"

The water surface rippled layer by layer, and Shang Biao jumped into the lake.

The lake is about four or five meters deep, and there are no water creatures, only some tenacious aquatic plants.

Shang Biao traveled not far away and saw the source of evil spirit.

White bones tied with stones accumulated in the mud at the bottom of the lake, at least nearly a hundred, and the top was a corpse covered with scars and edema.

Straws of evil spirit were floating out of the corpse, and Shang Biao waved his arm to check it out.

"Is this a blood corpse?"

Shang Biao looked at the red body in front of him with some uncertainty, like a faded hen.

He suffered great torture during his lifetime, and could not vent his resentment. He absorbed the corpse energy and evil energy accumulated at the bottom of the lake, and then the corpse transformation could indeed create zombies.

However, he was really not sure whether it was a blood corpse. Shang Biao saw the records of blood corpse in ancient books. Even the old man had never seen such a rare corpse species.
Chapter completed!