Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Several people were lying on the small table set up in the yard, sleeping soundly.

In the blur, a figure walked in.

A guard sat up, staggered to his feet, and greeted.

"Chang... Brother Changru, the brothers have drunk some wine, you... you come with us."

As he said that, he staggered and was about to fall down.

Fortunately, the man stepped forward half a step, supported him, and put his arm on his shoulder.

"Chang, Brother Changru, the brothers saw that you didn't come and couldn't control yourself, so you drank a little too much. Don't... don't... uh..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly became unclear, accompanied by a gurgling sound in his throat, his eyes widened, covering the bloody hole on his neck, revealing an unbelievable expression.

Chang Qing put the dagger back into his sleeve, supported his shoulder, and put it back on the table.

The guard covered his neck, unable to make a sound, his body twitching constantly, and he slid off the chair and fell to the ground, trying to struggle, but Chang Qing had already stepped over him.

The other guards were still sleeping soundly under the influence of alcohol, and did not notice anything unusual.

These guards were all mortals, so they were equipped with long swords on their waists.

Chang Qing turned around and pulled out the long sword from the waist of the guard who fell to the ground.

In front of him, there were two guards lying on the table snoring. Chang Qing held one of them by the head, and before the man could react, he raised his hand and cut his neck with a knife.

He did the same to the other man, and also cut his throat with a knife.

In a few breaths, he cut the necks of five or six defenseless guards in the yard.

After harvesting the lives of these teenagers, he had no expression on his face.

Whether these people were evil people who sold slaves and lost their conscience had nothing to do with him, but he needed these people to die in his plan, that's all.

After taking out the Blood Melting Spirit and kneading the wounds on the necks of these people to heal them, he took out his knife and randomly chopped dozens of knives on each half-dead person.

These knives were chopped without any rules, with different strengths, and the wounds were deep or shallow, and they did not deliberately avoid the vital parts. It looked like someone who didn't know how to use a knife chopped it randomly.

After doing all this, Chang Qing closed the gate of the yard.

Although few people came to this place, for the sake of safety, he chose to be cautious.

After arranging the corpses in the yard in a mess, Chang Qing opened the door of the warehouse.

A ray of sunlight shone into the dark warehouse, which was particularly dazzling. A pungent stench came, and the slaves in the dark instinctively shrank back, but they wanted to move forward faintly.

They lived in darkness for a long time, and ordinary light was extremely dazzling to them, so they avoided the sunlight like bats in a cave.

Chang Qing was slightly stunned, and then he realized that he was now Ling Yu Changru's appearance. It was probably time for him to give food to the slaves, so they all suppressed their fear of the sun and wanted to come up to get a share of the food earlier.

Unfortunately, they might be disappointed this time.

What they were waiting for was not food, but death.

The last time Ling Yu Changru brought them here, he closed the door after entering the warehouse, which showed that he was still worried that these slaves would have the idea of ​​escaping.

But Chang Qing was different. He just opened the door and walked in.

The huge warehouse was full of huddled slaves, and they looked at Chang Qing with fear and desire in their eyes.

After looking around, Chang Qing threw the bloody long knife in his hand to the ground.

He deliberately threw it far away from himself, and then watched quietly.

But after a long time, no one picked up the knife on the ground, or wanted to get closer and make any plans.

They just retreated far away from the knife with fear, as if the knife was something terrible.

Some people even returned to the corner and curled up and dozed off after waiting for a long time and seeing that he had no intention of serving the meal.

Chang Qing shook his head.

Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs.

These slaves have long lost their humanity and have no ability to survive. If they are left alone, they will probably end up in this warehouse in a human purgatory of cannibalism.

Moreover, even if they are released, they will only be caught by others and go through the hardships they have suffered again.

The long knife thrown on the ground is Chang Qing's last mercy. Human nature is free and resists. If someone picks up the knife, there is still a chance to survive.

Unfortunately, they are numb and are just living corpses one after another.

Chang Qing sighed, turned around and went out, closed the door, and the warehouse fell into darkness again.

Not long after, the door was opened, and the dazzling sunlight shone in. This time, two figures came in.

One was Chang Qing.

The other was a man who was carried in by the neck.

The man's face was covered in blood. He was just like a puppet, letting Chang Qing manipulate him. But the moment he entered the room, his eyes suddenly opened.

Blood was emitting from his pale and chaotic eyes. His chin opened to an exaggerated angle, and smelly mucus and dirty blood splashed out of his hands.

It was like a fighting dog seeing a rabbit. Although its neck was still clamped by Chang Qing, it still struggled hard and wanted to fly out.

This was a blood corpse.

Finally, after a glance at the unmoved people in the warehouse, Chang Qing let go of his hand and then closed the door.

In an instant, countless screams and cries came from the warehouse, and the hoarse voices seemed to be mixed with blood.

Chang Qing locked the door of the warehouse and returned to the courtyard.

He glanced at the remaining blood corpses in the courtyard, and after pulling out a long knife from the waist of a blood corpse, he opened another door of the warehouse expressionlessly.

As long as there is no one nearby, the blood corpse will just stay in the same place, and will not move unless there is a special smell to guide it.

Chang Qing entered another warehouse, still looking around, and then threw the knife on the ground.

Still, no one dared to step forward, and no one cared whether they could escape.

After discovering that Chang Qing was not here to serve food, they lay back numbly.

Then waiting for them was another blood corpse thrown by Chang Qing.

There were four warehouses for holding slaves, holding more than a thousand slaves, and he repeated the same steps four times.

No one wanted to resist or escape.

After the last warehouse was thrown into the blood corpse, Chang Qing returned to the table in the courtyard and took out a dead bird from his arms.

It was a bird he caught on the way here.

After putting the bird corpse on the table, Chang Qing activated a Yuling in the acupoint.

A low-grade Xuanling, Yuling Corpse Spirit.

It is also a Yuling that only works on corpses. It can only control dead objects and has a certain range limit. The stronger the body of the corpse, the more spiritual power it consumes to control it, and the smaller the range that can be controlled.

However, the spiritual power consumed by a small bird is almost negligible, and the range that can be controlled is relatively large.

The bird stood up from the table under the urging of Yuling Corpse Spirit.

Then it flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

From a distance, it looked like a real bird.

Chang Qing took out a bottle of medicine powder from his arms, mixed it with dirty blood, and stuffed it into the bird's stomach.

He could make a medicine that shielded the breath and avoided the blood corpses, so he could also make a medicine that released the smell to attract the blood corpses. This was the effect of the powder.

The birds flew into the sky, and Chang Qing smeared his body with blood. At this time, several warehouses happened to be quiet and there was no sound.

Chang Qing opened the door of the warehouse.

Suddenly, countless blood corpses swarmed out!