While speaking, Jin Batian turned his horse's head and greeted several bandits beside him and walked towards the charity village.

The military advisor shook his head helplessly, and he couldn't say anything else, so he had to follow Jin Batian and head towards the Yizhuang together.

The Yizhuang is not far from the direction of the village. Since the Yizhuang always gives people a gloomy feeling and is not very auspicious, the Yizhuang was built in the northeast far away from the village. No one usually goes there, as long as Lao Liutou lives alone.

The road from the village to the Yizhuang Village is surrounded by a lot of weeds, and there is only a small path that leads to it in twists and turns.

Jin Batian and a group of bandits, finally arrived at the gate of Yizhuang with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The gate of Yizhuang was closed tightly. A thick layer of black ink was painted on the gate. Under the illumination of torches, a layer of dim and deep light was reflected. The bandits next to them just glanced at the gate and couldn't help but feel a little timid.

Jin Batian got off his horse and walked to the gate of the Yizhuang Village. After walking back and forth for a few times, he felt a little nervous when he looked at the strange gate. However, he was all his subordinates behind him, so it was difficult to show it. After walking twice, he saw Jin Batian breathing a sigh of relief and kicked the gate of the Yizhuang Village.

With a bang, the door was kicked open by his powerful kick, bringing a gust of wind, blew towards the corpses lined up behind the door. The wind blew their wide clothes, and even the corpse-suppressing talismans on their foreheads floated up, and pale faces appeared in front of them.

Even though Jin Batian was brave, he was frightened by these pale faces and gasped for several steps before stopping.

The military advisor behind him saw that Jin Batian, who had always been brave, was frightened like this, and hurriedly got off the horse and walked to him, asking with concern: What's wrong with the boss?

Jin Batian had a dark face and didn't say anything, but just stared at the house of Yizhuang.

The military advisor narrowed his eyes and looked along the place where Jin Batian looked. He saw a row of neat corpses standing by the wall. The gust of wind just now had already blew over, and the corpse-stopping talismans pressed the corpse faces again, so he did not see the pale faces of the corpse, but he was still stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but shock.

The boss, I think we should go back. These corpse-driven people are very evil. You think these dead people can drive them away. What other evil things can't be done? The military advisor tried hard to persuade them.

Jin Batian was just scared by these corpses and felt that he had lost face in front of his brothers. Although he was a little panicked now, he still plucked up his courage and said indifferently: Isn’t it just a few corpses? What’s so scary? I, Jin Batian, didn’t know how to write the word "fear" since I was a child. It’s just a trick of pretending to be a god. I don’t believe this evil.

Jin Batian snorted coldly, held the big knife in his hand tightly, and walked into the gate of the charity village carelessly.
Chapter completed!