Chapter 664 Undead Puppet

Hongye looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, the sound was extremely sharp and piercing, as if it wanted to pierce through the sky, the shock made Mo Wushang's eardrum almost shatter, the pain was unbearable.

Mo Wushang frowned and covered his ears involuntarily.

Qingyan saw Mo Wushang biting his lip tightly, looking in pain, so he jumped up and rushed towards Hongye.

"Qingyan, don't!"

When Mo Wushang saw Qingyan's movements, he immediately stopped him, but it was too late.

Qingyan had already passed through the restriction, and attacked Hongye's face with her palm, trying to stop her from continuing.

But before Qingyan approached, the willow tree behind Hongye stretched out its branches, avoiding the long rope, and quickly wove a large net in front of Hongye, firmly protecting Hongye.

Another part of the wicker quickly drew towards Qingyan.

Qingyan sacrificed the spirit body of Mingyuan Sword, and wrestled with these wickers.

Although Qingyan's movements were flexible, he couldn't stand the attacks of countless willow branches in turn.

If he didn't check, he was slapped on his back by a willow stick, and a burst of pain followed.

At the same time, Mo Wushang waved the long rope, let go of Hongye, wrapped it around Qingyan's waist, and pulled him out.

"It's very dangerous inside, and you can't handle it with your strength."

After Mo Wushang finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and took back the long rope wrapped around Qingyan's waist, then flicked it casually, and the long rope rushed towards the red leaves inside the restraint again.

Hongye, who had already been restrained once, immediately hid aside the moment she saw Mo Wushang waving her hand, making the long rope Mo Wushang waved go to nothing.

But on the other hand, Hongye's ghostly whistle also stopped, and Mo Wushang's ears were relieved.

However, in a place she couldn't see, when the red leaves were making piercing ghostly howls, those people who had been dead for a long time lying on the wooden beds in the ancestral hall, on the street, and in the room suddenly moved. Then he stood up, opened his pupilless black pupils, moved his body stiffly, and then walked towards the direction of Hongye with a strange walking posture on both legs.

And those half-dead people who were not far from death also stood up now, without any look in their eyes, stiffened their bodies, and surrounded them like puppets.

Mo Wushang flipped his right hand over, controlled the long rope and swung it towards the place where the red leaf was.

But at this moment, a strange voice came from his ear, his eyes dimmed, he quickly retracted the long rope, and then looked around with Qingyan.

Under the bright moonlight, a dense group of people were slowly approaching from the surroundings.

It can be seen from the clothes on their bodies that their identities are different.

There are beggars in rags, and there are rich men in brocade robes.There are scholars who have read poetry and books, and there are also strong warriors.There were well-dressed princes and ladies, as well as maids and servants in coarse clothes, old and young, men and women, all of them were like puppets on a string, swaying their bodies stiffly towards this side.

Their bodies are surrounded by a cloud of black air, but there is a mass of red flames dancing between their eyebrows, as if they want to escape from this body.

Seeing this, Mo Wushang's beautiful eyebrows were tightly knit together.

She didn't expect that Hongye would use her resentful spirit to imprison the souls of these dead people in these people's bodies, and manipulate them, turning them all into unconscious undead puppets.

(End of this chapter)

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