Emperor of Death

Chapter 112 Living Corpse Refining

"Boom!" Silver lightning flashed across the sky, and dense thunderstorms ravaged the sky like a punishment from heaven.

Deafening thunder resounded through the vast expanse, and torrential rain fell on the ground endlessly.

Between heaven and earth, it was pitch black.

Yechen pushed open the door of the room, stood on the steps and looked ahead.

The big tree was blown to this side by the strong wind, and the sound of tiles hitting the ground continued to be heard in the distance.

"Boom!" Thunder and lightning flashed, illuminating the front. In Yechen's yard, there were three rows of masters in black raincoats standing quietly, no matter the wind and rain.

Among them, there are masters from the Ye family and Lin family, as well as zombies brought by the masters. As for ghosts, in such weather, ghosts who are afraid of lightning have no ability to fight.

Lin Shuang stood in front of Yechen like a pine tree.

Ye Chen took a step forward, and an umbrella was handed over from behind him. Huang Xinrou stood behind Ye Chen with the umbrella, protecting Ye Chen from the wind and rain.

Ye Xiaoluo followed Yechen with her long sword in her arms, her face was tense and excited.

Yechen said lightly, "Are you all ready?"

Lin Shuang said loudly: "The 23 warriors of the Lin family and the 15 warriors of the Ye family are all in place, please give orders from the master."

"Order!" shouted the crowd in the rain.

Yechen drew out his long sword and said sharply, "Kill!"

"Kill!" Everyone pulled out their weapons and shouted.

Yechen leaped forward, jumped high on the branches, and then ran wildly on the branches, his body submerged in the rainstorm, as if blending with the storm and the night.Huang Xinrou and Ye Xiaoluo followed Yechen closely, especially Huang Xinrou, when she was running and jumping, she still held an umbrella above Yechen, regardless of the heavy rain or the strong wind, they were all covered by the umbrella.

The masters lined up, under the leadership of Lin Shuang, stepped on the branches and followed Yechen.

Not long after, a group of people jumped out of the fence of Ye's house, and then under the leadership of Yechen, black figures flew over the roofs of the city. In the storm, they passed through the darkness silently like dark elves, Through the heavy rain, they rushed towards the area where Nangong's family was located.

After Yechen went out, the door of the Ye family opened, and countless martial artists of the martial arts level, led by Yesheng, Yeguang and Yehai, rushed out of the door of the Ye family, and then ran wildly on the street.

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Nangong House, basement.

There are countless iron cages in the basement, where men and women who don't know where they are captured are imprisoned. There are adults and children, but there are no old people.

A woman in her 20s was tied with her hands to a pole. In front of her was a three-month-old baby. The baby was placed on a table and fixed by ropes on the table.

The table holding the baby was dark red, and there was a stench of blood from time to time. Even the belt that fixed the baby was dark red with blood coagulation.

This baby is the child of the woman who was helped on the pillar.

This woman was originally a villager in a small village. Although her family was not rich, she also had a complete family. Her husband hunted and his wife weaved. Although they were poor, they enjoyed it.

Then, the woman became pregnant, which was a happy event in the family.

However, not long after, a group of people broke into the woman's house. Those people chopped off the husband's head with a long knife, then tied up the wife and sent her to the basement. Even now, the woman does not understand what happened what.

This dungeon has been guarded all the time, and at the same time, there are doctors who raise the fetus for the woman. In order to give birth to the child, the woman bears the burden of humiliation.

The baby was born, only ten days old.

She was tied to a pillar, watched the child at close range, but could not touch her. Someone put nails on her palms and feet, beat the delicate woman with a whip, and stabbed her with a knife. Cut off pieces of meat.

What was even more frightening was that there were two hazy old men dressed in black, holding a small long knife and gesticulating on the baby's body.

The woman screamed, wailed, and begged, and after shed her tears, her eyes began to bleed.

But all of this made everyone in the secret room indifferent. The guards still carried out their tasks indifferently, standing as straight as a pine tree, and the food delivery man walked past the woman silently. And pleading, as if accustomed to, or numb.

The two men in black finally made a move. One of them cut open the baby's hand with a knife, and cut off the baby's fingers in front of the woman.

"Ah, ah!" The baby's crying sounded in the secret room, and it was especially ear-piercing when combined with the woman's heart-piercing screams.

However, everyone is used to it.Even the prisoners in the dungeon listened to all this with a numb expression.

The two old men who cut the baby with knives felt the growing resentment on the woman's body, and showed gratified smiles. They continued to abuse the baby with their hands, hoping that the woman's resentment would gather more.

This is the living soul refining technique.

Use cruel means to make the deceased generate resentment during their lifetime. The higher the resentment, the stronger the ghost power after death. It can also seal the resentment back into the corpse and become a terrible zombie.

This kind of zombie is different from the naturally formed zombies, because the resentment is too deep and it is easy to affect the owner.However, it can quickly form combat power, and there is still a market for masters below the martial artist level.

The crueler the method, the higher the grievances gathered by the dead, and the more terrifying the dead creature will become after death.

Behind every such dead creature, there is a miserable person, or a miserable family.

The Death Empire strictly forbids the existence of this kind of living corpse refining, but because of the huge benefits, from the death monarch to the current Emperor Ziye, they have exhausted countless means and cannot end this phenomenon.

Even if they found out, killing the whole family directly would not be able to stop the greedy ones.

Under the attack of the storm, most of the people in the Nangong family hid in their houses, even those who were vigilant experts hid in remote corners to avoid the attack of the storm.

Jiangyin City is very peaceful. The Nangong family has never had a large-scale invasion in all these years. Who would have thought that in this storm, there would be a group of deadly gods of death approaching quietly.

On the tallest building not far from Nangong's house, Yechen stood on the top of the building and looked down, and then sternly shouted: "The one with the yellow cloth wrapped around his right hand will not be killed, and the rest will be killed, not a single chicken will be spared. "

"Yes!" The people behind responded.

Yechen jumped up like a bird, and jumped towards the city wall of the Ye family.

"Who?" A spy asked.

"The one who wants to kill you!" The long sword in Ye Chen's hand was drawn out, piercing the spy's throat.

"Three people as a unit, let's go!" Ye Chen shouted loudly.

The people behind Yechen quickly dispersed and merged into the storm.

"Boom!" The thunder exploded between the sky and the earth.

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