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Chapter 43
"Finally revenge..." Huang Banyun burst into tears, trembling with excitement.

The little monkey also clapped his hands on his shoulder and yelled.

Huang Banyun bowed deeply to everyone: "Thank you for eradicating this demon, Banyun is very grateful."

Yan Nu shook the ashes on his body and said, "What's the matter? He should have died a long time ago."

"Don't shake! You put on your clothes first!" Shen Leling yelled, and with a wave of his little hand, the vine that was not easy to burn before snaked to his side.

The vines wrapped around Yan Nu's body, forming a pair of rattan armor.

"This piece has been infused with a large amount of my wonderful water. It cannot be ignited by an ordinary flame, but if you want to burn it, I can make it secrete oil."

Yan Nu thought this was good, every time he entered a blazing state, his clothes would be reduced to ashes, it would be much better to have this one.

Next, Shen Leling tried to put out the fire with water, but the fire was too strong, and the water she sprayed into it evaporated directly.

Mr. Feng mobilized soil to bury it, but the raging green lotus was too huge, and a little earth and rocks couldn't extinguish it.

The two looked at each other, and could only work together to dig a trench and build a wall of earth to isolate the burning area from the outside.

"Just wait until it burns out by itself." Shen Leling said.

Another vine broke through the ground, twisted and spit out several sundries.

Gold, silver, jade pendants, and a copper deed were all obtained from the corpses of the Zhang family warriors.

The most important of these, of course, is the Copper Deed.

"Miss has a heart, Feng will be at her mercy in the future." Mr. Feng leaned over, and seeing that the copper contract was intact, he smiled all over his face.

"You were originally injured by Yan Nu, how dare you help us?" Shen Leling looked playfully.

Mr. Feng cupped his hands and bowed: "You two, you should have felt Feng's sincerity."

"I also have a blood feud with the Zhang family. They killed my whole family and refined me into a magic weapon. It has been 50 years since now."

"You two, although there is some misunderstanding between us, as long as you deal with the Zhang family, you will be my benefactors."

Yan Nu stared at him: "What happened to the corpse soldiers?"

Mr. Feng smiled wryly and said, "Don't look at me, those villagers were killed by Zhang's family, because fresh corpses make corpse soldiers better. Do you know them? Then you can go to the village and ask."

Yan Nu was annoyed, looking at the white-haired corpses that had rolled down the hillside due to a fierce battle, he still felt that the anger in his heart was hard to calm.

Shen Leling nodded slightly: "This old ghost, the first time he made a move, he was watching a show. Although the second time he made a real move, he showed mercy to you."

Mr. Feng said leisurely: "Feng is 85 years old this year, and he has never killed a mortal."

"But eliminating demons is another matter."

Shen Leling squinted at him.

Mr. Feng laughed quickly: "I'm talking about monsters like Oolong, but for a beautiful and righteous banshee like Miss, it's too late for Feng to admire her."

"Hehehe... I hate scheming people the most!" Shen Leling said with a smile.

"..." Mr. Feng hurriedly shut up, and at the same time complained in his heart: You are the most scheming here, so you have the nerve to talk about me.

He immediately changed his serious face and pointed at Yan Nu.

"I'm afraid the owner of the old dog will come here, so it's not suitable to stay here for long!"

In Yan Nu's hands, besides the Oolong's demon bone, there was also a collar with exhausted mana.

This ring protected Oolong for a full quarter of an hour, and even almost took him away, which shows the strength of the cultivator behind the scenes.

"Well, get out of here first!" Shen Leling also thought so.

The group immediately ran down the mountain.

Originally, Mr. Feng only needed to drill into the copper deed, but Yannu wanted to take the corpses of the villagers with him, so Mr. Feng had no choice but to float in the sky and at the same time control the corpses to run down by himself.

When they came all the way to the previous village, they could still see the flames soaring towards Qishan from a long distance away.

"Woooooooo..."

No one in the village cares about the fire in the distance, and the place is in a depression, and many portals obviously show traces of 'invasion'.

There was still a lot of blood in the dust, and there was a faint cry in the air.

"Most of the survivors are women." Mr. Feng looked around and knew that there were still people alive in most of the houses.

However, most of them were old and weak, women and children, and the Zhang family chose to kill the fifty oldest men.

Yan Nu followed the recent crying to a family.

In the dark small room, a dim oil lamp was lit, and an old woman was crying while holding a piece of clothing in front of the lamp.

Sensing the movement behind her, the old woman turned her head numbly, and was not afraid to see the ghosts outside the door.

Suddenly, there was a light in her eyes, it was because she saw a familiar face.

Holding the lamp, the old woman walked out with straight eyes, passed Yan Nu and Huang Banyun, and stopped in front of an old man's corpse.

"Are you back?" the old woman asked hoarsely.

But although the corpse was driven to stand, it could not speak, and there were deep bloodstains on its neck.

The old woman had a miserable look on her face. She saw her husband was killed with her own eyes, so she just had a little hope.

Seeing the knife marks on the corpse's neck at this moment, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.

Yan Nu and Huang Banyun held up at the same time.

The old woman cried for a while before she began to think about the origin of these people.

"You are……"

Yan Nu said: "I, Aunt, said that fallen leaves return to their roots. I killed the Zhang family and brought the body back to you."

The corner of her mouth was bitter, and the group of people in front of her could be described as complicated.

Huang Banyun was dressed as a knight-errant, while Mr. Feng was obviously a ghost, and it was this ghost who brought the corpse back like a corpse.

The old lady recognized Yannu and Shen Leling, who had been here during the day and were hunted down by the Zhang family, and she already knew that Shen Leling was a monster.

Because the Zhang family came here, in the name of killing monsters, and asked the village to donate corpses to help out.

The village chief disagreed, and a row broke out, and Zhang Quan slaughtered him. Then he went on a killing spree, picking out fifty elderly men in total to kill.

Unexpectedly, the so-called monster-slaying giants washed the village with blood, and Yan Nu and the others sent the corpse back instead.

Humans are not human, demons are not demons, and ghosts are not ghosts.

"Thank you all..." the old woman thanked sadly.

Shen Leling quickly told Mr. Feng: "Put the corpse in the open space in the center of the village and let each family claim it."

Mr. Feng moved his sword finger slightly, and the rest of the corpses walked to the center of the village by themselves, and then lay down on the ground, completely turning into ordinary corpses.

They made a lot of noise, attracting many women to look out from the window lattices, but they dared not go out.

The old woman took the initiative to come out and called the villagers to come out and claim it.

Soon the open space was full of people, crying loudly, almost all of them were women, and the men were all children under ten years old.

The only one who can be regarded as young and strong is a farmer with missing legs.He lost one leg at the root and could only use crutches. He was not drafted because of his disability, and he was not killed by the Zhang family because he was young.

Now in the village, the handicapped person is considered to be a pillar, and he limped over to thank everyone.

Yan Nu held him back and said, "Let the village chief and the others go to the ground first... Well, how about I dig it for you?"

He noticed a lack of strength in the village.

The legless farmer wanted to refuse, but he showed embarrassment, not because there was no one in the village.

Don't look at the group of women behind them, but they are all doing farm work. If they can't even dig a hole, their lives will be over.

The only embarrassment is that it is no small project to bury all the elders in the village and bury 50 people together.

While hesitating, Yan Nu had already started looking for a shovel.

Seeing this, Mr. Feng said: "Okay, let me come. Let's choose a cemetery, and I will use magic to dig the soil for you."

Mr. Feng is good at earth magic, which is a piece of cake for him.

"Thank you benefactors, let's rest in the village tonight." The legless farmer was not hypocritical when he saw that there was an expert, and he was grateful.

However, Shen Leling shook his head and refused: "You don't have to be polite, we can't stay for long."

He said and looked at Mr. Feng: "Hurry up, can you do it?"

Mr. Feng frowned slightly: "Now? OK..."

Although digging soil to make a grave itself is a piece of cake, but his condition is too bad now, after repeated battles, it can be said that his origin has been injured, his mana has been exhausted, and he has not rested for a while.

But since he opened his mouth, he couldn't say no.

"Let's go!"

Mr. Feng strengthened his spirits, then made the corpse stand up, and walked out of the village step by step.

The whole village followed, whimpering.

Normally, there is no middle-of-the-night burial, but it would be nice to be able to bury them in this world.

It is difficult for their village to live now, and they don't pay much attention to it.

The legless farmer led everyone to a barren hill, Mr. Feng pointed to the ground and said, "Open!"

He was trembling all over, his figure was erratic, the soil of the barren hill rolled up immediately, and then separated to the two sides by itself!

At the same time, Shen Leling found a place, sowed the seeds, and planted a pine tree.

She kept giving birth, and the tree grew taller and taller, and at the last command, it split into several sections.

A few sections of broken wood crackled and crackled, Huang Banyun stepped forward to peel off the soft and crisp bark on the surface, good guy, it turned out to be a smooth plank inside.

The villagers were stunned, and sighed that it was the trick of the fairy family.

"How to do the coffin?" Shen Leling was a little at a loss.

"No, no, it's enough for us poor people to have a plank." The villagers didn't dare bother.

Mr. Feng immediately asked the corpse to drag the plank into the cemetery. After it was paved, the corpse lay on it again, adjusted its clothes, and then stopped moving.

This weird scene even dilutes everyone's sadness.

"Boom!"

Mr. Feng closed the graves and erected rocks as steles.

"Carve the inscription yourself... I can't do it anymore."

Mr. Feng was in a trance, and finally couldn't move. The ghost's body was as blurred as a candle melted.

Shen Leling hurriedly took him aside, enjoying the bath of the moonlight, and overflowing with vitality at the same time.

Mr. Feng took a deep breath and collected everything, finally feeling better.

"Why don't you get me a talisman too." Yan Nu said suddenly.

Mr. Feng was astonished.

Shen Leling chuckled and said, "It's the amulet in the amulet hidden in God Yannu's cave."

"Old ghost, you also condense a natal talisman for Yannu, he infuses it with true energy, and you periodically recycle the vitality inside, just like eating the essence-replenishing pill."

Mr. Feng's eyes lit up: "Really? I was just guessing before, so your majestic vitality is all obtained from that water talisman?"

Shen Leling nodded: "That's right, but you also have to take out one-third of the source."

"This..." Mr. Feng was about to cry: "No, the origin of my ghost body has been severely damaged, haven't you seen it? I used my power to condense the amulet, and the self-defense effect will not weaken you."

Shen Leling rolled his eyes and said, "It's not about your protective ability."

"The main thing is to be able to quickly absorb true qi, and the capacity is high enough."

"If you only use mana to make the talisman, you won't be able to absorb even [-]% of Yan Nu's true energy, and it will explode."

Mr. Feng thought it was true, Yan Nu had too much qi, and he had to use a natal talisman to absorb it.

He lamented: "My ghost body origin has been damaged by [-]%, and if I lose one-third of the whole body and lose more than half, wouldn't it be impossible to break through the realm?"

Shen Leling knew that the origin of the body was damaged, and the speed of practice and the ability to cast spells would decrease.

If more than half of it is missing, Heavenly Dao will regard it as an incomplete creature, and then cannot break through the realm.

But it doesn't matter, Shen Leling said with a smile: "The original source is only differentiated, put it in someone else's body, isn't it still yours? When you want to break through, just take it back."

"That's the only way to go." Mr. Feng thought for a while and made up his mind.

I saw that he directly refined the ghost sword in his hand into a ball of flames.

This flame is gloomy, fluttering purple light, but part of the natal will-o'-the-wisp.

He carefully condensed it into a fire talisman, and shot it into the Lingxu acupoint in Yannu's body, echoing the water talisman of Shenzang acupoint.

After finishing this step, Mr. Feng became sluggish, and the ghost body flickered, becoming more and more ethereal, like haze.

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　PS: sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)