Wu Feng, have you remembered all the things your master said to you? The old Taoist suddenly turned around and looked at Wu Feng who was thinking about things. It seemed that he was about to get angry again.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment and said at a loss: Remember, remember, I remember it, I remember it all.

That's good that you don't follow you. Now you stand in the middle of these corpses and follow them behind the master.

Master, what are you doing? Wu Feng was shocked. He was already afraid of these corpses. Master actually asked him to stand next to these corpses, which was a bit scary.

As a teacher, you must first practice your courage. Now you don’t even dare to look at the dead body. How can you drive the corpse in the future and say with a gloomy face?

Wu Feng responded reluctantly, walked to the middle of the corpses and stopped, but did not dare to look at the corpses. Somehow, he always felt that the corpses were gloomy. Although it was hot summer now, he could feel the cold air coming from the corpses, and unconsciously fought a cold war.

The master and apprentice walked silently for a while. It was late at night, and the wilderness was silent, with only some inexplicable sounds of insects, which sometimes sounded in their ears.

Wu Feng cleared his throat, glanced at the master's back, and asked in a low voice: Master, are we rushing these corpses transformed into corpses?

The old Taoist responded and said lightly: These corpses are indeed a kind of corpse transformation, and can be called walking corpses. They are just driven by the master using Maoshan Taoism. They are not aggressive, but can just walk stiffly.

Oh. Wu Feng nodded and took a bold look at the corpse closest to him. The corpse in front of him should be a male corpse. He was tall and strong, wearing a coarse cloth clothes and wearing a pair of shabby straw sandals. He knew at a glance that he was not a rich family.

Wu Feng looked at the male corpse around him in general, and finally moved his gaze to the position of his head. A yellow paper talisman was pasted by his master on his forehead, covering most of his face, and he couldn't see what it looked like. He wore a high felt hat on his head, which really looked a bit terrifying.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew over somewhere, lifting up the yellow paper talisman on the forehead of the male corpse. At this time, Wu Feng was staring at the head of the male corpse and looking at it. When the yellow paper talisman was lifted by the wind, the whole picture of the man's face was seen by him. He suddenly felt the blood in his body condensed, and a chill instantly swept across his body, and he couldn't help but scream.

What's wrong, the old Taoist heard Wu Feng's scream, thinking that something big had happened, so he hurriedly put away the soul-catching bell and walked in front of him a few steps.

Master's body is so scary. There is a deep scar on his face, his flesh is rolling out, one eye is gone, there is only a black hole

Wu Feng pointed to the male corpse in front of him, still in a trembling voice and said in a trembling voice.
Chapter completed!