"An Wu, you, don't scare us!"

"Can you be possessed by evil spirits? You just say that destroying Buddha will cause retribution. What should we do now? We all have to become An Wu."

"Shut up, it should be that mask that made the mess."

The leader was calm and found the key to the problem.

"You were the first one to touch the Buddha statue just now? You are pretty good, but unfortunately, you are not lucky, otherwise you will be the host now."

"What the hell are you?"

The leader now realized that the sound I heard from the Buddha statue just now was not an illusion.

"I'm not a thing, forget it, you don't understand it even after saying it."

The White Bone Mask had just escaped from the cage and was very happy to explain his identity to these people. After thinking about it, I felt bored. It was not an existence on the same level. People would never explain to the ants how noble they were.

The leader picked up the hammer on the ground and acted vigilantly.

Shang Biao's spell casting allowed him to open up another layer of understanding of the world. This strange thing was definitely not something An Wu was joking with everyone.

“Born resistance!”

The white bone mask turned into a afterimage, and the next moment, a scream came from the crowd.

The one who fell to the ground was Xiao Liu, a small person with a lively mind, who ultimately paid the price of his life for his greed.

A bloody heart was held in the mouth by a white bone mask and slowly swallowed into the abdomen.

"It's really delicious! The taste that has not changed in hundreds of years, suck it!"

The tongue stretched out and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. The white bone surface let out a comfortable feeling, like drinking a bowl of iced sour plum soup on the summer day, exhaling a long breath of blood.

"escape!"

The leader shouted in horror and rushed towards the entrance of the secret room first.

"Haha, can you escape?"

The white bone mask was left to a group of people to squeeze into the hole. After seeing enough jokes, the terrifying suction was emitted from his mouth.

One by one, the horrified souls floated out of the sky spirit cover and were sucked into the white bone mask.

"Huh, it's comfortable, it's enough to last for a while!"

After saying that, the White Bone Mask reached out and pulled the lost bodies to their side.

The corpse was shriveled to the naked eye, and a trace of blood and essence merged into the red patterns on the white bone mask.

After doing all this, the White Bone Mask clapped his hands and walked out of the secret room.

"That damn old man is not here. Is it related to the power of faith that I sensed yesterday?"

After the White Bone Mask walked out of the secret room, he could not sense Wang Pengliang's breath. He showed a humanized look of disappointment on the mask and muttered to himself.

"You're lucky, let's do something big first."

Knowing that things were getting more and more urgent, the White Bone Mask no longer struggled with this small matter, and several jumps disappeared into the royal house.

Three days later, nearly 10,000 villagers from all over Xiangyang had gathered around Shang Biao.

As long as you open your head for missionary things, there will naturally be countless blind followers.

Especially one day ago, Shang Biao met thousands of refugees from Shaanxi, and successfully accepted all the refugees, causing his team to soar. The power of faith provided by these people was also the most pure and large number.

"Master, the government's army is expected to catch up with us tonight. I originally wanted to sneak into it and inquire, but there was a strange power wheel covering the army, and I was discovered before I could get close. I was afraid of alarming the snake, so I retreated."

"Oh, strange power, is it a shamanistic priest?"

Shang Biao has not been waiting for the past three days. He learned a lot of useful information about this plot world from some knowledgeable villagers.

The Shaman Temple in Xiangyang City is one of them. When the ghost boy talks about the strange power, he thinks of the primitive sect in the Qing Dynasty's Dragon Rising Land.

The ghost boy shook his head, unable to answer Shang Biao's question. Her experience in practice was not deep, and she didn't know what shamanism was.

Is it finally here? This reaction is not slow. It is probably because the acceptance of refugees has stimulated them.

Touching his chin, he secretly speculated that Shang Biao didn't care much about the encirclement.

The statue of Emperor Yan Luo has been replaced by paintings, and the statue is buried. As long as he can escape himself, there is no problem with safety.

Moreover, this battle was something he had always been looking forward to. In addition to gathering the power of faith, missionary preaching was also one of his goals.

"Han Er, how many people are there in the guardian team now?"

"Eight hundred means lack of weapons, most of them are holding wooden sticks and rakes."

"Enough, the Qing army will come tonight. The evil spirit in the army will have little impact on you. If you can lead these people to break through, you will lead them to break through. If you can't, you will give up this body."

"clear."

Han Er is a pure military general. He didn't ask any questions, which made Shang Biao very much appreciate.

In a blink of an eye, it became dark. Under the hill where Shang Biao settled, more than a thousand soldiers from the Qing green camp quietly approached.

"Brother, Lijuan is still in the hands of those demons. Why don't General Su send warriors from the army to rescue Lijuan?"

Wang Pengliang whispered beside a middle-aged civil servant with a big belly, and his eyes quietly raised to observe the man's expression.

Zhou Lijuan is her wife and the sister of the prefect Zhou in the official uniform of the fourth-rank wild goose.

"Lijuan will be killed by them when she falls into the hands of the White Lotus Demon. This is certain. This official will submit a report to the court for her and apply for a chastity archway."

"But Lijuan is still alive, I~"

"No, even if my sister, as my official, was not killed by the White Lotus Demon, would commit suicide to protect her reputation. She is already dead, do you understand?"

Master Zhou gritted his teeth, and his small eyes as big as soybeans emitted a pissing look.

"I understand, understand!"

Wang Pengliang is not a fool. He can make his business so big, so he also figured out the mentality of an official.

Fame is more important than anything else. It seems that even if his poor lady is alive, she will not see the sun of tomorrow.

For some reason, Wang Pengliang, who should have squeezed out a few tears to express his sadness, suddenly felt a little happy. Not only was he not sad, he also wanted to laugh.

If he hadn't known where he was now, he really wanted to smile and set off a few firecrackers to celebrate.

"Old Zhou, how are you doing here? When I am ready, I will order to get started early. This place where birds don't poop, I'm really tired of treating it."

Not long after the two finished their conversation, an officer wearing a man-made armor came over. From the words, he could feel that he did not take this battle into consideration.

"Didn't you agree to take action when it's just dawn in the early morning? Su Hetai, my General Su, you can endure it for another night."

"Now your muskets are big firecrackers. If you can't kill a few people, I've scared them away. It's not easy to catch them. It's not easy to gather this nest of thieves. In the end, you will have a share of your military achievements!"
Chapter completed!