"The soul-returning corpse has powerful power and is also a living creature, and also needs to eat... This is not a disadvantage..."

Simon is very clear about this: "In modern society, once a corpse appears or a dead body is resurrected, it will immediately attract severe investigation from the police station... But the return corpses are different. If I release restrictions, they look like a group of mentally retarded or idiots... In any case, it is not death... A group of homeless people have become idiots, and I am afraid that no one in society will notice it? After all, what is the difference between mentally retarded or not? It is most convenient to hide..."

Even some high-level soul-returning corpses have been trained and look like tall and naughty guards, which can save a lot of trouble.

"And... According to the Vodou Classic, the soul-returning corpse is very effective in resisting many curses and evil magic... because that kind of spell will only be effective for living people. If I enslave the corpse to resist, it will only pass through the corpse, or act on me! The soul-returning corpse can block it!"

Simon murmured excitedly, taking out the casting material:

A piece of oat bread, a handful of white salt, and a few bottles and jars.

"I give my slaves...to my power!"

Simon began to chant spells, and the scene seemed even more terrifying as the fire and moonlight flashed.

He cut off a piece of oat bread and sprinkled with white salt: "May salt cleans your soul, and may the crops strengthen your body..."

Immediately, Simon dripped a few drops of mandala juice on it and forced it into the mouth of the homeless man in front of him. He kept chanting mantras and massaged the other person's throat and other parts to ensure that the bread was swallowed.

After a moment, the homeless man who was cursed twitched violently and kept rolling his eyes.

"I pray that you, darkness, to make my servant strong!"

"Dark, I beg you to keep my servant from fearing pain!"

...

In Nietzsche's horrified gaze, a crackling sound came from the homeless man. He actually stood up and tore his upper body's clothes apart, showing pale and strong muscles. A large number of blood vessels and muscles were squirming, looking very terrifying.

The entire camp suddenly became silent.

At this time, he realized that the people around him, regardless of gender, had already fainted, and he was the only one who was still awake.

Finally, the unbearable spell stopped, and the homeless man who had fallen to the ground had turned into a big man with a height of two meters and expressionless face.

"Haha...my servant, I give you the name...Arank!"

Simon couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

In the Vodou ritual, being able to refine the soul-returning corpse alone is an important sign of entry.

At this time, he could already be regarded as a genuine Vodou wizard, and his speed was incredible!

"I am indeed a genius of mystery..."

Simon thought complacently, without considering the possibility of the mastermind behind the scenes. At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned and he stared at Nietzsche.

"not good!"

Nietzsche subconsciously lost his heart and his eyes closed.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Catch him, Arank!"

Accompanied by Simon's scream, Nietzsche felt two iron pliers grab hard on his shoulders and lift him up.

He opened his eyes and looked at Simon in front of him, trying to make his numb tongue sound.

"It turns out that I just woke up and didn't have the ability to move. I'm too proud of you..." Simon pointed his finger around Nietzsche's neck, and the boy immediately found that he had regained his ability to speak: "We... met at Dad Javier's grocery store..."

"Yes, I have a little impression, but so what?" Simon sneered with his hands.

"..." Nietzsche was speechless. Indeed, he had only met one time, and was not a student taught by the same teacher. The other party had no reason to let him go.

"What a pity..." Simon had a strange look in his expression: "Being able to stay awake under my spell means that you are also a person with 'qualification'. Perhaps you can also become a wizard like me. It would be a pity that you only refine a soul-returning corpse..."

Nietzsche's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen hope.

"If it is refined into a 'resentful spirit', it may be more suitable for someone like you who have high mental power... Unfortunately, I don't have this ability yet..."

The next moment, what Simon said knocked Nietzsche into the abyss.

"so……"

Simon picked up a piece of prepared bread: "Eat it!"

"Woooooo!"

Nietzsche gritted his teeth and fought desperately.

"It's really...Arank, break his mouth apart!"

Simon was furious and gave orders to the reincarnation corpse. The next moment, Nietzsche felt a huge force coming, spreading his mouth apart, stretching his fingers in. He gritted his teeth hard, but it felt as if he was biting on the tough rubber. The reincarnation corpse on the opposite side had no expression.

"Haha...this is fate!"

Simon smiled proudly when the opportunity came, "When the opportunity came, I grabbed it firmly, so I had the strength... and you could only fall to the ground humbly..."

Nietzsche looked at the bread getting closer and closer, tears couldn't help but shed in her eyes.

He never thought that his life would end in this way.

It’s not because of those cultists who are chasing for sacrifice, but in such a ridiculous way!

Bang bang!

However, the next moment, Simon suddenly turned his head and looked at the darkness outside the camp: "Who is it?"

Nietzsche looked over according to his eyes, his eyes suddenly widened.

Dozens of scarlet eyes flashed in the darkness, kept approaching, slowly walking out of the darkness.

There were more than a dozen ferocious corpse ghouls, half lying on the ground, surrounded and walked forward like wild animals.

"Ghost? It's the ghoul that attacks the homeless!"

Nietzsche understood something in an instant: "They did the disappearance of homeless people recently?"

Obviously, a homeless camp is also a piece of fat for ghouls.

Tonight, they used this place as a hunting ground, and unexpectedly delayed Nietzsche's death.

Crunch! Crunch!

Some of them were hunched and walked upright, while others were on all sides, like wild animals. At this time, they entered the camp of homeless people and immediately started to eat.

Those homeless people who were still numb and sleepy had no resistance at all, and became food under their mouths.

Blood splattered everywhere and internal organs flew everywhere, and the entire camp instantly became a slaughterhouse.

"Damn... This was originally my prey..."

Simon muttered in a low voice, manipulating Alank to retreat.

Several ghouls raised their heads, and the bones and internal organs in their mouths kept dripping blood, slowly surrounding them.

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