Walking Corpse: Witched Doctor Family

"It doesn't take much effort to find a broken iron shoe anywhere." Ji Silee softly muttered to himself, "Since you guys have come, then nothing can be better than this. "It saves me a lot of effort."

Lucky came over and asked with a frown, "Brother Ji knows these two people."

The corner of Ji Silee's mouth lifted slightly, and he faintly spat out five words: Seven Realms Transformation.

Lucky gasped, seeing that these two people were uninvited, the corner of Su'er's mouth revealed a mysterious smile like Ji Silee, and said: "In other words, I congratulate you, Big Brother Ji, for obtaining such a great contribution."

"Same here, same here. It's all thanks to our brothers." Ji Silee suddenly raised his voice, saying, "Everyone listen up, help me catch them alive."

Although Faang Wei was already afraid of the three of them to the extreme, he had no choice in this situation. With his character, it would be extremely difficult for him to escape, so he could only brace himself and charge forward.

Shang Fu raised his eyelids, looked at Shang Que and Faang Wei, and shook his head: "Why aren't the two of you staying down here and doing nothing?"

"Grandpa Shang, don't say anything. If you want to live, live together. If you want to die, die together." Faang Wei clenched his teeth, "No matter what, I will not let you die at the hands of these people."

"What does it matter if I live or die," Shang Fu said as he shook his head.

"Charge!" Ji Silee waved his hands, and everyone held their weapons as they rushed forward. Faang Wei was at a loss of what to do, if there was a Life-killing Blade, he could barely hold on for a few more seconds, but there were no blades in his hands, and his hands and feet were in a mess. He could only take out the "Wind Demon Fist Technique" that he had fought with the children next door when he was young, and closed his eyes and danced chaotically.

However, in the eyes of these people who had gone through hundreds of battles, this kind of "Demonic Wind Fist Technique" was simply useless. One of them stepped forward and with a light kick, he tripped Faang Wei and fell to the ground.

He could only stand there and not know what to do. Only Shang Fu alone could barely hold on, but he was already at the point where the oil lamps were going dry, and he still had to take care of the two small ones. As a result, they were at a loss and thus, were forced to take care of each other, making it even more dangerous.

Very quickly, in just a single move, Faang Wei was separated from him by the people of the imperial edict. One of them pressed him tightly to the ground, handcuffed his backhand, and Shang Que also fell into their hands.

Suddenly, Shang Fu let out a long sigh.

He no longer resisted, allowing the crowd to surround him.

Ji Silee released an incantation in front of him, causing Shang Fu to groan in pain, and his spirit became even weaker.

Ji Silee clapped his hands, then laughed: "Let's go back to report."

After saying that, a few of them started to raise Faang Wei who was still struggling, and fiercely punched him in the stomach, and coldly snorted: "Be more obedient."

Faang Wei felt his stomach churning, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Two small ones. Bring them back. Old ones, kill them!" Ji Silee suddenly said.

"Shang Fu." Faang Wei and Shang Que called out at the same time. Shang Fu's face was expressionless as he watched the blade in his hand slowly walk into the disciple's hands.

Faang Wei painfully closed his eyes. Only now did he realize how weak his ability was, not only was he unable to help at all, he had even become a burden to Shang Fu. It was hateful, shameful, and a pity.

"Let her go, or I'll die in front of you." Shang Que screamed.

"Stop." Ji Silee actually reached out his hand to stop his, and turned around to look at the disheveled Shang Que, "You think you can threaten me?"

Shang Que's shoulder shook, and he said coldly: "Let me go."

Ji Silee gave a meaningful glance, and the two people who were grabbing Shang Que let go for the time being. Shang Que stepped forward: "If you don't release Shang Fu, I'll die in front of you, and if I die, it'll be completely useless for you."

Ji Silee said sternly, "You do not have the qualifications to talk about conditions."

"If I give up this body of mine, you know what will happen to you, then none of you will be able to survive. I will make it so that none of you will be able to survive!"

Ji Silee said in an evil manner: "Are you willing to wait these five thousand years? You must know that this is a full five thousand years. "

"If you force me, not to mention five thousand years, even fifty thousand years, I would still be able to afford it." Shang Que looked at Ji Silee with a gaze that was terrifying to the point of making one tremble. Even Faang Wei felt that the Shang Que in front of him had completely changed, as if he had a temperament that was hard to fathom.

"Alright." Ji Silee nodded his head, "Let go of that Great Ghost Head, but you must not play any tricks with me, if not, I will make that little handsome guy suffer a fate worse than death, I, Ji Silee, will keep my word."

Shang Que took a deep breath: "Okay, let Shang Fu and Faang Wei go, I'll go with you."

"Shang Que, don't go with them. They will kill you." Faang Wei struggled.

"Shut up." Another person from the Seal heavily kicked Faang Wei's body once again.

"I promised to release the Great Ghost Head, but the Great Ghost Head is just too powerful. I don't know if he'll come find us to take revenge in the future, so …" Ji Silee took out a porcelain bottle from his chest pocket and said, "Drink it, then we will be at ease."

Shang Que's expression changed, and said: "You all want to cripple Shang Fu's cultivation?"

"Otherwise. "I'm very timid. If I don't, I won't be able to rest at ease. This is our bottom line, if you don't agree, then we can only cancel the trade." Ji Silee's words were resolute, there was no room for discussion.

A disciple handed a porcelain bottle over to Shang Fu. Holding it in his hand, Shang Fu suddenly smashed the bottle on the ground.

Ji Silee said in a stern voice: "Great Ghost Head, you are giving us face yet not taking it back."

"Those who are about to die, what else can they do with their faces?" Shang Fu lowered his eyebrows and said weakly.

"You …" Ji Silee said loudly, "Alright, since you are wholeheartedly seeking death, then you can't blame us."

"The one who's about to die, it seems to be you, right?" Shang Fu laughed, his expression extremely strange.

Ji Silee's expression changed. Just as he was about to attack, a person carefully listened to him and asked, "What is that sound?"

A faint sound came out. It was not loud, but it sounded like tears and complaints, and it sounded like resentment and hatred. It made everyone present shudder even under the clear sky and the bright sun.

"It's the voice of a zombie," one of the men said suddenly.

"They're calling out to our comrades." Everyone's face changed, turning pale with fright.

Shang Fu looked into the distance, the expression on his face became even stranger, and he said stupidly: "Fortunately, you're here …"

His voice suddenly rose and spread to everyone's ears. Although they did not know where the source of the voice came from, everyone could feel the bone-piercing chilliness from his voice, as well as the fear that came from the depths of their hearts.

In a distant courtyard, Elder Huang had his eyes downcast as he held a string of buddhist beads in his hand, constantly chanting. Suddenly, this voice reached his ears like a ghost, and he suddenly stood up. He opened the window and looked at the bloody street not too far away, murmuring, "It's here."

Tang Wan gently caressed the coffin with her hand, her expression wooden, as if she had fallen into a memory that was hard to look back to, and the source of this voice came from the coffin. Tang Wan gently said: "Was it you who invited this?"

The sound from inside the coffin became even more mournful, and also became even more soul-snatching.

"In the end, you still can't let it go." Tang Wan let out a faint sigh, turned around and left, but when she walked out, she carefully closed the iron door.

The dark room once again fell into a deathly darkness.

It seemed as if no one had stepped into this Coffin Home for many, many years. Suddenly, on the Coffin Home, the oil lamp that had long been extinguished, suddenly lit up. The creaking sounds of the coffin rang out, and a skinny hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin …

Of course, all of this had nothing to do with the disciples on the battlefield. As they heard this faintly discernible voice, from the ancient eight surnames to the ordinary disciples, all of their faces were filled with panic, as if they had met some demon or demon.

Shang Fu looked at them. His eyes that were originally calm like water, suddenly burned with passion. He raised his head to the sky and foolishly waited.

Suddenly, Shang Fu's knees went weak and he kneeled on the ground as he shouted loudly, "We pay our respects to Your Highness."

A voice that sounded like thunder suddenly resounded through the entire arena.

"If you kill one of us, I will kill ten of you!"

Who, who, who!

Everyone was looking up at the sky and watching the strange scene unfold in the sunlight. All of them could not help but suck in a cold breath, as if they had fallen into an icehouse.

A figure that looked like a golden-armored general suddenly appeared in midair. He held his sword hilt with one hand and his long battle robe fluttered in the air. Behind him, there were countless heads building a huge view.

Saint Ruler among zombies.

Bai Qi!