Undead Farm

Chapter 287 Sleepiness Elicitor
"I've never heard of any lord who can close the city and even seal the territory. What will you do if I go there?" Ye Sangen sat on the crocodile lizard and sneered.

"Then... don't blame us for being rude!" The captain took two steps back, and there was a sound of bow drawing behind him.

At midnight, he glanced at Weng Ling sideways and shrugged.

"Bed, it's up to you."

"okay!"

Bede grinned, and started rubbing his little hands while sitting on the crocodile lizard, while the group of soldiers looked at each other.

What is this little girl doing?Is it cold?

Wow!He can actually spit out such a long string of white air, so awesome!

Seeing that cute female doll rubbing her hands, breathing in the slight snow, with more and more white air coming out, and even rushing towards them, the team leader finally reacted first .

"No! Shoot me an arrow!"

"Hehe, it's late! Have a good sleep!"

Bader squinted his eyes and smiled, and the white air that he waved quickly penetrated into the noses of every soldier as if he had come alive.

The soldiers suddenly yawned, their eyelids were constantly fighting, and finally they all staggered to the ground and snored loudly.

With a sound of the ground collapsing, a soldier who had tightened his bowstring loosened his hand, and the bow and arrow shot out of the string, directly hitting the ass of the soldier in front, but even so, he just scratched his ass and turned over, hugging and lying on his back. The thigh of the teammate next to him muttered a few words, but he didn't wake up at all.

"The witch..."

The most powerful team leader present only took two more steps before he could no longer hold back his sleepiness and fell to his horse with a thud.

"It's done!"

Beder rubbed his nose with his thumb, and turned his head to wink at Ye Sangeng.

"Drowsiness elicitor, you can't wake up if you don't sleep for five or six hours."

Ye San nodded with more satisfaction, pulled up the rein and passed the "corpse" on the ground, and continued on his way.

But Bede quietly lagged behind, and let the crocodile lizard gnaw off the leader's head when passing Juma.

"Dare to call me a witch? Hmph! I'm clearly a witch!"

Weng Ling, who didn't notice Bede's little trick, caught up to the third watch, with a hesitant expression on his face:
"That...if we just leave them there, we'll come back later..."

"Then I'll go back and chop them all up?" Ye Sangen raised his eyebrows and grinned at Weng Ling.

"Ah, that's okay, we can tie them up, and it won't hinder us then."

Seeing that Weng Ling was at a loss, Ye Sangeng sighed.

"Think about those citizens in Pingcheng, what drove them together, and then they were ripped open one by one by the devil mouse?"

"It's them!"

In the middle of the night, without looking back, he pointed his thumb behind him, speaking in a serious tone.

He learned from Yang Feng's memory that if he wanted to make up the corpse formation, he had to gather enough fear and resentment.

When these two kinds of aura are dripped into the cave he made with the blood water gathered from the corpse, they will be transformed into magic aura and some messy things by the mutated devil rat, so that he can evolve towards a perfect ratman, and it is also The root cause that triggers the evolution of ghosts to resentful souls.

Fortunately, he was interrupted, otherwise what Ye Sangen would have to face would not be the five scumbags of war. As for the actual extent, Ye Sangeng only knew that it would be very powerful.

And the price was naturally to make those innocent citizens die in agony in extreme despair. These soldiers were the accomplices who surrounded them and handed them over to the mutant rats to devour them.

In the middle of the night, he glanced at Weng Ling whose face was starting to turn red:

"Do the citizens deserve to die? Do they deserve to live?"

Seeing Weng Ling's expression of struggle and confusion flashed across his face, and he remained silent, Ye Sangen added fuel to the fire again.

"They are human beings, but they are different from human to human. I have seen goblins with the purest hearts and the most despicable and shameless human beings. Compared with the former, the latter are not even worthy of being called human beings. Even animals Not as good!"

"Killing them is for the betterment of this world."

Weng Ling swayed, and suddenly gritted his teeth, pulled the rein and ran behind:

"Wait for me for 2 minutes!"

In less than 2 minutes, Weng Ling rushed back with the cross hammer that was stained badly with blood and brains. What greeted her was Ye Sangeng's gratified eyes, and Beide's small mouth pouting and applauding. Cute look.

"You finally figured it out."

Weng Ling rolled his eyes at midnight, took off the water bag and cleaned the warhammer:

"You put them there on purpose, waiting for me to go back and deal with them?"

Ye Sangen raised his hand: "It's unfair, Lord! Think about it, there are undead in Pingcheng, but no one comes to the Holy Silver Church in Quding City, then will the paladins from other churches come? I remember The reward for killing an undead is very generous, right?”

"When they see the corpses of those civilians in Pingcheng, they will definitely rush to Quding City to ask for accountability. Then when they see those sleeping soldiers, do you think they should ask them clearly?"

"You want to delay?" Weng Ling frowned.

Once the breath of the undead is leaked, the surrounding Holy Silver Church will get the news. In principle, whoever is closer will get the undead. But if the Holy Silver Church in Quding City does not respond, it will be a big event!

The bishops and paladins within a radius of a thousand miles must rush to the scene immediately to find out the cause. Killing the rat-turned-Yang Feng in the middle of the night, leaving behind the sleeping soldiers, will most likely delay the pace of the paladins.

"Why? Wouldn't it be better to wait for them to come together?" Weng Ling asked.

If it was just closing the city before, she would have rebelled by forcibly breaking into the Yang family, but now that the incident in Pingcheng has happened, and even the undead have appeared, this is actually a matter of the Holy Silver Church.

She even just needs to stay where she is now, and after a while, the Yang family will be destroyed by itself.

In the middle of the night, he shrugged his shoulders: "I don't really believe that group of elm bumps whose heads are either black or white!"

"Your master is now deeply trapped in a den of thieves. What if the group of paladins don't believe us and insist on asking all kinds of things to delay the rescue time? What if we are even included in the Yang family?"

Weng Ling turned pale: "No, they won't do that!"

In the middle of the night, he smiled coldly and did not speak.

Whether it will or not is indeed not what he says, but it is precisely because it is not what he says that this decision cannot be left in the hands of others.

What if the leader is an overjoyed and insane person?What if you insist on slandering them and Qudingcheng for collusion and taking the leader's credit?
What if the other party is a deadhead and insists that the investigation should be done step by step, and what should they do if they come out with their old chassis first?
And what if the other party is a great saint and thinks that only a small number of people in the Yang family have done bad things, what if nothing happens in the end?
Ye San doesn't like such a scenario...

(End of this chapter)