An extremely ridiculous thought arose in my heart:

Isn’t this a magic weapon to raise zombies?

Having said that, Chen Fusheng did not contempt at all, but was extremely happy.

"If I go to the old Jiang family house and 'reanimate my master's relatives,' wouldn't I be able to perform sacrifices to the master and bury him with a wish?"

The more Chen Fusheng thought about it, the more reliable he became, and he was so excited that he almost danced.

Although this idea is really absurd, and the process must be extremely strange and weird, and it can only be carried out secretly.

But now, this is the only feasible way Chen Fusheng can count on.

Chen Fusheng couldn't suppress his excitement and immediately put away the "Five Elements Lighting Mirror".

Clean up the digging holes and leave quickly.

......

......

Just about an hour after Chen Fusheng left.

Not far from this crooked and dead bushes, two figures appeared.

First, the man was wearing a black robe, and his figure was as thin as a fire. He was tall, with pointed shoulders, loose eyebrows, sunken eyes, and his cheeks seemed to have rust. He was cold and hard, and his temperament was very arrogant.

He wore a high-breasted hair, his hands were placed in his sleeves, and he walked as if he was floating. This man was about 60 years old, but he had shiny black hair, his eyes were like an eagle, and he was full of energy.

Behind the man in black robe was a girl.

The girl was wearing a normal flowery red jacket, cotton pants and cloth shoes, and was simple and unpretentious. She had a round and pouty face, a raised nose and a small mouth, and a rosy face, looking youthful and lively.

But her long, soft black hair was dispersed, blocking her appearance and unable to see clearly. She only showed her smart and smart dark eyes, which were very agile and delicate.

What's strange is that the girl's hands and feet were wearing black iron shackles. Although it was not tied, wearing four pairs of shackles was really terrifying.

In addition, a gray-white feathered crow squatted on the girl's shoulders.

But the crow's eyes turned pale, and the rotten bones were exposed on most of the body, the fur was dull, and he looked dead, not like a living bird at all.

The two slowly approached the crooked bushes.

"My chance should be here!"

The old man with a tall black robe picked up a bone piece and looked at it carefully.

On the bone piece, a simple stroke is drawn with a scene of a crooked and dead tree. With just a few strokes around it, you can tell it at a glance.

The girl in shackles blinked her agile eyes, looked around, pointed to the piles of hays under the trees, and laughed like a sound like a oriole:

"Mr. Mao, is the opportunity you are looking for buried there?"

The old man with a black robe and tall crown only took one step, as if he was shrinking into an inch of the ground, and immediately stood where the girl pointed.

He glanced past, then his face turned ashen, his arrogant demeanor disappeared, and almost all his eyes were filled with ghost fire, and he shouted sternly:

"Who is it?"
Chapter completed!