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This was probably the strangest village Cen Shuangluo had ever seen.

There are almost no old people and children in the village, and there are very few women. They are all strong men with big arms and round waists.

This is not entering a village, it is simply entering a cottage where people rob houses.

Although this group of living corpses are corpses, they are all alive and well, and they still maintain their personalities and habits before they were alive.

The leading brawny man "invited" the two of them into the largest thatched hut in the village, brought two bowls of blue-black liquid reeking of wine, and put them in front of them with a "bang".

"The water in our village is not clean and cannot be drunk. This is the wine we made from the grass seeds we picked around. It doesn't look very good, but it's quite delicious." The leading strong man said.

Hearing that outsiders came to the village, all the living corpses in the village gathered together, and dozens of tall and strong men with fierce faces surrounded the two of them tightly.

After all, Cen Shuangluo is just a young man who has just grown up, even if he has the strength of Jindan stage, he still feels frightened when he encounters this situation.

On the contrary, Ying Wuchou looked calm, he seemed to be used to being watched by so many people, even if an ugly and creative man put his face in front of him, Ying Wuchou remained unmoved.

"Alcohol... Master and I are too strong to drink, so we're not very good at drinking." Cen Shuangluo refused.

"What? Afraid we will poison you?" The leading strong man slapped the table vigorously, "This is too contemptuous of us! Someone, bring up the wine jar!"

A living corpse of short stature came in with a bottle of wine in one hand, and Cen Shuangluo's expression turned serious when he saw this.

Each of these living corpses has strength above the foundation-building stage, and the leading strong man seems to have broken through the golden core stage. Even the corpse-controlling sect cannot refine such a terrifying creature with its own thoughts in a short period of time. Living corpse, how did Ning Chengying do it?

The leading strong man picked up a gourd ladle, scooped up a ladle of blue-black wine, "Gudu" and "Gudu" dried it up in one gulp.

"Did you see it? Where is the poison?" the strong man said.

After drinking, the center of his eyebrows and lips turned purple-black, but it slowly disappeared after a while, as if absorbed by the body.

These living corpses live in the miasma, and they are not living people. They are not afraid of being poisoned to death, they have already fused with the poison, so naturally they are not afraid of poisoned wine.

The appearance of the leading strong man after drinking the poisonous wine matched the scene in Cen Shuangluo's dream.

In the dream, Ning Chengying controlled an army of thousands of corpse puppets. The corpse puppets completely obeyed Ning Chengying's command like puppets. Their eyes were dull, their lips were purple and black, and their bodies emitted poisonous gas. Wherever they passed, not a single blade of grass grew.

Ning Chengying sat on a chair made of white bones, floating in the air, looking at Cen Shuangluo indifferently.

With a wave of his palm, the army of corpse puppets rushed towards Cen Shuangluo. Even if Cen Shuang's implementation power was strong, he was no match for two fists.

When he had dealt with the army of corpse puppets and was seriously injured, Ning Chengying flew over on the bone seat, and his pale corpse-like palm rested on Cen Shuangluo's chest.

Cen Shuangluo felt his life disappearing little by little, and every time this happened, he would wake up with a start, not knowing at the end of the dream, whether it was Ning Chengying who killed him, or whether he got rid of Ning Chengying.

This is clearly something that will happen in the future.

Now Ning Chengying's army of corpse puppets is only a few dozen, and Cen Shuangluo is only at the Jindan stage, so it is impossible to deal with an army of thousands of corpse puppets.

future……

Cen Shuangluo woke up suddenly, no matter whether the person Ning Chengying chooses to make the living corpse is a heinous person or not, in the future, they will fight to the death.

Getting rid of Ning Chengying before he is ready is the right way.

Things have changed now, the living corpses don't know Ning Chengying's appearance, and they can't draw Ning Chengying and Ying Wushou into fighting. It seems that the only way to fight is to get rid of the living corpses in the village and cut off Ning Chengying's wings force.

With Cen Shuangluo's strength, it is obviously difficult to deal with these living corpses alone, so Ying Wuchou needs to help him at this time.

But... When Cen Shuangluo turned his head and saw Ying Wushou's blindfolded white cloth and his sickly and thin body, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

Ying Wuchou was able to hold on to roam around at this moment, which was already a flashback, so why should he let Ying Wuchou use his magic power to consume his life.

They're just living corpses, he can handle them!

At this moment, Ying Wuchou smiled and said to the leading strong man: "Your Excellency kindly invited us into the village to have a rest, how can I doubt your hospitality. It's just that my apprentice is young, I don't allow him to drink, he just respects me as a master Your Excellency treats guests sincerely, so naturally I can't betray my kindness, so let me and Your Excellency have a good drink, how about it?"

After that, he picked up the wine bowl, as if he couldn't see anything, and was about to send the blue-black liquid to his mouth.

Naturally, Cen Shuangluo couldn't let Ying Wuchou drink this weird thing. He slapped the wine bowl flying with his palm, and slapped the table angrily, "This kind of thing looks poisonous at first glance. You guys think we're fools!"

After speaking, he waved his flute and hit the leading strong man.

The leading strong man couldn't dodge in time, his arm was broken by the flute and he fell to the ground.

But he didn't feel any pain or fear, and said with a smirk: "Brothers are almost suffocated in the village, it's rare to meet two living people, it doesn't matter whether you are stupid or smart, whether you came to the village to rest or have ulterior motives. As long as you enter here, you must be played enough by us before you die!"

There was a scream from the strong man's mouth, dozens of living corpses surrounded Cen Shuangluo, the hut was cracked, and everyone started fighting.

There were four or five emaciated living corpses surrounding Ying Wuchou, one of them was a woman.

The woman was about 40 years old, with a sharp and cruel face, but she still had a bit of beauty.

She handed the bowl of wine left on the table to Ying Wushou, and said with a smile: "Little brother, you are good-looking and have a good temper. I won't force you. As long as you drink this wine, you won't have to suffer." .”

Ying Wuchou wanted to test Cen Shuangluo's strength, so instead of helping her, she started chatting with the woman.

"After drinking this wine, will you become like you, with no heartbeat or breath, but you can move freely?" Ying Wuchou raised the wine bowl and asked.

The woman smiled and said: "I thought you were so blind that you couldn't guess anything. So you already knew that we were dead? Don't worry, you won't be able to die temporarily after drinking this wine. It's just that your body is stiff, your movements are slow, and you feel pain. The pleasure slowly disappears, no matter what we do to you, you will not suffer."

"What about you? Do you feel pain and pleasure?" Ying Wuchou asked.

He noticed that the right hand of the leading strong man was chopped off to the ground, that hand was not dead, but was crawling on the ground, trying to keep up with the leading strong man and take himself back.

"I don't have anything in my body." The woman sighed, "But I still feel depressed in my heart and need to be happy. That's why I brought you in for fun."

"How did you become like this?" Ying Wuchou took a sip of wine and asked.

Seeing him obedient and drinking, the guards around Ying Wushou laughed more ferociously, and the woman also opened her heart and said: "It's not the one who received a thousand dollars, I don't know how others got here, I'm still sleeping in bed , he picked me up and asked me what evil things I had done in my life. After I confessed the truth, he knocked me out and took me away, and when I woke up, I became like this."

"Oh? What evil things have you done?" Ying Wuchou drank the wine slowly, his movements were very elegant, and the poisonous wine gave him a romantic charm, which made the eyes of the living corpses around him straight.

"It's nothing more than helping people who don't have children bring a child back, helping girls who have no money find a job to make ends meet, and helping unmarried women who get pregnant first solve their troubles," the woman said.

Ying Wushou smiled and said, "You are really good at talking."

It was the first time he had heard people describe such unconscionable things as child trafficking, prostitution, beatings and abortions in such a beautiful and refined manner.

"What about them?" Ying Wuchou pointed to a group of strong men who were fighting with Cen Shuangluo.

"They have done a lot of bad things, like burning, killing and looting, they are all damned." The woman said.

"The person who made you look like this, what is he doing recently? Can you see him often?" Ying Wushou asked.

Seeing that Ying Wuxiu's brows were stained with blackness, she was obviously poisoned, so she felt relieved and said truthfully: "That man is tall, about the same height as the little brother who was fighting, and half a head shorter than you.

"He lives in the deep mountains and doesn't come here often. Every time he comes, he will take someone away. Sometimes the people who are taken away can come back, sometimes they can't.

"People who come back will become more like living people, and their strength will also become stronger. You see, our boss is the one who has gone the most times."

"It sounds like you are very afraid of that person, and you didn't stay here voluntarily. If I say, I can take you out, are you willing to let us go?" Ying Wushou asked, sounding like begging for mercy .

"Don't be delusional, we won't leave here." The woman said, "You can't leave either, so it's better to stay here."

"I understand." Ying Wuchou knew everything he wanted to find out.

He drank the wine in his glass and looked at the people fighting in the distance.

Cen Shuang's execution ability is good, and there is also a ruthlessness that is not afraid of death. These living corpses are not his opponents.

It was only time to drink a bowl of wine, and most of the living corpses were already lying on the ground and turned into real dead corpses.

The living corpses are not afraid of death, and most of them don't feel pain. Even if their hands and feet are severed, they can still move freely and are difficult to deal with.

Cen Shuangluo's eyes were vicious, and after a few rounds, he could see that the weakness of the living corpses was in the sky. As long as that piece of skull was lifted, most of the living corpses would fall down naturally.

However, the leading strong man and a few more special living corpses are not controlled by this weakness, and they can send out energy to hurt people like a cultivator.

The leading strong man can even pick up the fallen living corpses and fight like weapons.

These special living corpses should have been taken away by the masked man, refined and survived.

Compared with living corpses, they are more like living people, possessing mana, thinking, and using evil tricks to harm people.

Cen Shuangluo's style of attack is to injure the enemy one thousand and self-injure eight hundred. When others attack him, as long as it is not a vital point, he will ignore it, just for one blow for another.

He didn't know what kind of natural treasures he had eaten, his body's resilience was extremely strong, the skin trauma healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some scars with deep bone visible soon grew granulation and healed the wound, leaving only a faint red mark on the skin.

Cen Shuangluo's physical strength was no worse than that of the living corpses, no wonder he wasn't afraid of getting hurt.

It's just that the living corpse was infected with poison. After this battle, the zhenqi barrier on Cen Shuangluo's body surface disappeared long ago, and the miasma entered his body, and he was gradually weakening.

If the fight continues, Cen Shuangluo must win, but he will also enter the body with poisonous miasma, and the true energy in his body will gradually be corroded.

With Cen Shuangluo's strong physique like a wild child, he can't die, but it will be very uncomfortable, and it will leave hidden dangers in the future, the meridians are damaged, and the pain is unbearable from time to time.

The young man really didn't care about his body, Ying Wuchou secretly shook his head.

The same is true for him. When he was young, he thought that he could overcome everything by fighting hard enough, but he didn't know that he was covered in injuries and could not heal.

It's almost done, if he doesn't make a move, Cen Shuangluo is afraid that he will be left with poisonous wounds that cannot be healed for a lifetime.

Ying Wuchou put down the wine bowl and stood up slowly.

Several living corpses who were in charge of guarding him also stood up and stopped in front of him.

The woman even said: "Sir, you have already drank the wine we brewed with poisonous weeds, do you still want to resist? Why don't you be obedient... Huh? Why is the black air between your eyebrows gone? Can you detoxify?"

"I'm not a cultivator who is good at medical skills, and I don't know how to detoxify." Ying Wuchou said.

"But you..." The woman pointed at his face that showed no signs of poisoning, "Impossible, you are obviously a living person, how can you not be afraid of our wine?"

"I'm just a person who is good at using external objects." Ying Wushou said lightly.

He spread his palms, and blue-black smoke radiated from his palms. After a while, the poisoned wine he had just drank condensed into a water ball, floating on his palms.

Since entering the village, Ying Wuchou has been refining the miasma that permeated the mountains and plains.

His cultivation method is to refine all things for his own use. As long as his divine sense is strong enough, all things in the world can be his eyes and hands.

The poisonous miasma gas is not a living thing, so it is naturally within the range that Ying Wushou can refine.

It's just that refining some items requires some skills.

"The miasma, poisonous weeds, and poisonous insects here, including the corpse poison in your body, are all of the same origin." Ying Wuchou said, "Refining you, injecting the poisonous miasma into your body, this miasma can protect the corpse Rotten, as flexible as a living person. But the premise is that you can only act in a place full of poisonous miasma, once you leave here and lose the protection of miasma, your body will immediately rot."

Therefore, these living corpses are not afraid of miasma, not afraid of poisonous alcohol, even if their hands fall to the ground, as long as they are protected by miasma, they can still move freely.

Once the miasma leaves the body, no matter how powerful it is, it will instantly turn into bones.

The ball of poisonous wine in Ying Wushou's palm was already a poisonous miasma refined by him.

He lightly tapped the water polo with his finger, and the poisonous wine instantly turned into a mist that filled the sky and melted into the entire village at an extremely fast speed.

Ying Wushou made a move with the palm of his hand, and with a light squeeze, the miasma surrounding the village quickly gathered towards his palm.

The miasma here is all in my hands.

The miasma that permeated the air and made Cen Shuangluo extremely painful subsided in an instant, and he felt that his breathing was smooth, but the faces of the living corpses around him changed drastically.

They no longer attacked Cen Shuangluo, but fled towards the place where the miasma was evacuated, fearing that they would not be able to catch up.

The hands and feet of the slow-running corpses escaped from the miasma, and instantly turned into white bones.

The leading strong man rolled and crawled to Ying Wushou's feet, stretched out his hand to him, and shouted: "No!"

Ying Wushou smiled slightly, his expression full of inhuman compassion.

"Live like the walking dead, and you are not free, are you?"

His palm was lightly clenched into a fist, and all the miasma in this space gathered in his palm, turning into a pure black pill.

The living corpses that escaped the protection of the miasma quickly rotted and weathered, scattered into dry bones.

Seeing such an astonishing scene, Cen Shuangluo, who was standing upright, felt exhausted for a while, as if the fierce battle just now was completely wasted.

His knees went limp, and he sat on the ground weakly, looking at Ying Wushou who stood on the white bones.

Fuchen Sanren waved his sleeve, and brushed away the severed hand holding his sleeve.

He looked at Cen Shuangluo, his expression was still so gentle, but Cen Shuangluo inexplicably felt a creepy feeling, his back was chilled, and his whole body was icy cold, as if he was being targeted by a natural enemy.

"You are poisoned, let me clear the poison for you, Master." Ying Wushou said.

He walked towards Cen Shuangluo step by step, his steps were not as steady as a blind person.

The author has something to say:

Cen Shuangluo: My heart beats like a drum, my whole body trembles, I can't take my eyes off Ying Wuchou, am I in love?

Black Snake: Be sober!You are being targeted by natural enemies, run away!