Chapter 403: Resentment and Gossip (11k)

Wen Yan looked at the scene in front of him and still felt a little incredible.

It's not that such a thing can't happen in Shenzhou, but the evil in Shenzhou really doesn't have the courage to be so rampant. It's been rampant for so many years and still hasn't died.

He looked around. This place is not a desolate wilderness with few people.

This is even a famous tourist island in the local area. Standing on the hillside, you can see the seaside in the distance, with a resort.

Not far from this island is the largest island in the local area. This area has a population of tens of millions.

In Shenzhou, it is equivalent to a popular tourist attraction in the fourth or fifth ring of Beijing. Some people often bury corpses next to the highway at the entrance of the attraction. It's so open and aboveboard, and the Lieyang Department didn't find it for 20 or 30 years, or didn't care at all.

Wen Yan was shocked. Now he no longer thinks this is rampant, but thinks it is a manifestation of the collapse of order.

Or, to sum it up with a violent theory: since the revival of spiritual energy, or the acceleration of the revival of spiritual energy, Nanyang has never really established a relevant order.

Wen Yan had seen the Dahlia before, and through the Dahlia, he saw the Black Sea on the other side and witnessed the giant beasts there.

In addition, in the sea of ​​the present world, there have been more and more frequent incidents of sea beasts attacking ships in recent years, and there are also some video witnessing incidents.

He had previously speculated that this was the progress of the spiritual energy recovery in the ocean, which was faster than on land.

Now it may have to be changed. There are many more uncertain channels or unstable temporary channels in the ocean than on land.

Under this environment, most of the member states of the Nanyang Alliance are surrounded by the ocean, and coupled with the current situation in Nanyang.

Wen Yan just felt that something bad was going to happen.

With the current faster and faster progress of spiritual energy recovery, the probability of something big happening here is continuing to soar.

Wen Yan had heard before that Shenzhou had started to lay out ten years ago, and there were land transportation routes extending from the northwest to the northeast, and the land transportation line has now begun to take shape.

At that time, Wen Yan just thought that it might be that the foreseeable risks on the sea were getting bigger and bigger.

Wen Yan came to Nanyang in person, and then he realized that it was not only the risks at sea, but also the Nanyang Alliance itself might contain huge risks.

And the risks related to people were much more complicated than those brought by the strange beasts in the sea.

Wen Yan began to feel that the general manager asked him and Yan Zhikong, two juniors, to come, and it seemed that there was really another meaning.

He had some idea of ​​his own strength. There were indeed many people who were stronger than him. There were indeed big guys in Shenzhou who could press him to the ground with one hand and dare not give any hints.

But Nanyang might not have them.

And that Yan Zhikong, as a descendant of Laojun Mountain, must be strong, and he was much more ruthless than him when he started fighting, and he sent people to be cremated on the spot.

No matter how noisy these two juniors were, they were still juniors.

If there was any problem, the reply of the Lieyang Department would definitely be: we will criticize and educate them after we take them back.

If a big guy like the head of Wudang came, it would be different.

Things that the younger generation like Wen Yan can stir up, these big guys can't. The nature is different, and the way and difficulty of mediation afterwards are also different.

Wen Yan stared at the tree roots for a long time, and a lot of messy thoughts emerged in his mind.

He looked at the posture of the skeletons and the two bodies that had not yet completely decayed, and imagined the past process.

"I always feel that they are buried here before they die."

The corpse beside him nodded.

"Yes, they survived underground for quite a long time, at least four or five days. Only when the living people have blood flowing, it is convenient for the roots to penetrate all directions.

This is a method of living sacrifice, which squeezes and breeds resentment to the maximum extent.

The dead cannot even escape their souls, and will be bound to the spot by huge pain and resentment.

After a long time, the soul will be twisted and broken, and turned into nutrients.

The things grown on these trees should be the materials for performing evil magic.

To be honest, when I was alive, the most rampant demons I heard of were not so unscrupulous.

The great demons in Shenzhou at that time would think that doing this was too low-level and not even qualified to be recorded.

At most, it would be recorded in the county annals that a demon did something in a certain year and month, and someone came to kill it, and then record the name of the person who killed the demon."

Wen Yan raised his head and looked at the large forest of red leaves here, which looked pretty good.

There were tourists taking photos and checking in on the road in the distance.

At this time, someone had already discovered that a tree had fallen here, and some people, probably from a local department similar to the Lieyang Department, had already started to clear the area.

Wen Yan squatted on the ground, looking at a thin skeleton that was no more than 1.3 meters tall, and then looked at another skeleton next to it, which seemed to be holding the former in his arms.

He looked up at the sky, which was okay. Although it was dawn, the sun had not yet risen, and the clouds were very thick today.

He stomped his feet, and the shadow of the altar rose under his feet. When the golden light appeared, Wen Yan stepped on the golden light, stretched out a hand, and grabbed the young skeleton.

The big skeleton holding the small skeleton, one arm bone, seemed to be pulled by the roots, fell down, and let go of the small skeleton.

The golden light extended along Wen Yan's arm to the small skeleton. As Wen Yan pulled, the golden light flashed, and a child's soul, which was covered with defects and had dull eyes and looked at most ten years old, was pulled up by Wen Yan.

The soul was densely covered with holes of various sizes. Even one of the arms of the soul could no longer be transformed into the appearance before death. Only the skeleton remained.

Wen Yan pulled the child out, stretched out a hand, touched the other's head, and blessed him with a little yang energy.

"I don't know your name, but I guess you must not have made any particularly serious mistakes.

Nowhere in the world would a child and an adult be buried alive just because someone made a mistake.

Died in pain for several days, the soul could not be freed after death, and it would be turned into nutrients."

The child's soul looked at him blankly, his intelligence was almost destroyed, and the resentment in his body was not filled with hatred, but confusion.

Wen Yan felt that he was a little too flattering to those sorcerers by beating them to death.

So, he had some other ideas.

He looked at the blood-red forest that actually looked beautiful.

"I don't know what your names are, and I'm not sure if you can understand.

But I think someone among you should be able to understand.

Even if you don't understand, you can still feel what I want to express, right?

So, I'll say a name, and from now on, you are all called Avengers.

If you are willing, respond later.

I can pull you out of here, but there are three rules first.

First, only do what you should do and control your resentment.

Second, after everything is over, I will help you to transcend.

If you think it's okay, then respond to my call."

Wen Yan touched the child's head with one hand, muttering softly, conveying his meaning.

Then, he stomped his foot, and a golden road extended from under his feet.

"Avengers."

He shouted, and the next moment, he saw white flags on both sides of the golden road coming out from the ground and standing on the side of the road.

The road crossed the entire red forest, and the road paused slightly, as if it didn't know how to respond.

The next moment, branches appeared on the golden road, like a golden tree, constantly dividing branches on the ground.

In the dazzling golden light, the dead souls of varying degrees of damage walked out from the ground along the golden light road.

Densely packed, under each red leaf tree, at least five or six walked out, and at most more than a dozen walked out.

And the blood-colored forest here, roughly counting, there are at least two or three hundred.

The densely packed dead souls responded to Wen Yan's call, and they accepted the same name given to them by Wen Yan.

A large number of dead souls gathered, and at this moment, there were gusts of cold wind and gloomy air here. The resentment of those dead souls who were bound underground and could not be vented began to surge exponentially.

Wen Yan watched all this quietly without saying a word.

If a dead soul is summoned, it will be swallowed by resentment, and only the thought of destruction will remain. It cannot reach a consensus with the whole here, and the power of other dead souls together cannot control it.

Wen Yan will give up his original plan and save them on the spot.

Seeing this, he felt that if he ignored it, the work would seem unfinished and not done well.

He still wanted to try.

Wen Yan waited for a long time, and estimated that there were thousands of dead souls coming out. They had strong resentment and there was a brief commotion, but soon, all the dead souls stood there, watching quietly and waiting quietly.

Wen Yan smiled, touched the head of the child's dead soul next to him, stretched out his hand and led him, and walked forward.

"Let's go."

As he began to walk, all the resentful and broken dead souls turned around and moved towards the goal together.

Uncle Ming followed behind Wen Yan, looking at Wen Yan's back, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Wen Yan could not only do it, but also dared to do it.

He summoned nearly two thousand resentful ghosts in one breath.

Are you really not afraid that these ghosts will go berserk after they come out?

But at this moment, looking at the group of broken souls and resentful ghosts walking forward together, the chaotic power contains order.

To be honest, he has never seen it before.

Moreover, this is still in the daytime.

In the sky, dark clouds are pressing down, the wind begins to blow, and it will soon start to rain.

The sky is darker than before, as dark as if it is about to fall at night.

Wen Yan led a large group of ghosts away, wrapped in the gloomy wind and resentment. The receptionist at the back caught up and looked at the fallen tree and the bones wrapped in the roots. His face changed, and it turned blue and white.

"Captain, do you want..." Someone asked next to him.

"What do you want? If you have the ability, go. I am incompetent and I can't control it." The receptionist of the team leader stood there and started to play badly.

Even in the distance, someone took out his phone and started taking pictures of the fallen tree pit, but the leader didn't bother to pay attention.

The team looked at each other, and just by seeing one tree pit, they guessed what was under the other tree pits.

Moreover, there was no need to guess, such a large number of dead souls gathered here, and each of them was full of resentment, and this was exactly where they died.

In this case, even ordinary people, as long as their spiritual perception is slightly higher than the normal level, can see the dead souls with their naked eyes.

At least one-quarter to one-third of the people here have seen it.

Obviously, the leader who received Wen Yan knew that this was not something they could intervene in.

Moreover, just thinking that there were thousands of people buried here, he didn't want to intervene.

Suddenly, thunder exploded, and there were bursts of thunder in the sky, but there was no rain, only the increasingly thick black clouds, as if people were suffocating.

Huge resentment continued to rise, and the yin energy became heavier and heavier, like a black cloud moving.

Wen Yan led a child and nearly two thousand dead souls, striding forward, just walking over.

On the other side, on the other side of the island, the sorcerer who got the news was ready to run away.

But when he came out and took a look, he saw that the ship left on the other side of the island had disappeared, and only a section of cable was left in its place.

On the sea in the distance, a shabby ship with barnacles on its surface, like a sunken ship, could be vaguely seen floating on the water.

As if sensing the spying, a shirtless water ghost on the bow of the sunken ship immediately raised a thick rope, showed a bright smile, and raised a thumb with his other hand.

Seeing that he could not escape, the sorcerer immediately took out his phone and made a call.

"Are you going to let the outsiders show off their power here?

In order not to confront them head-on, are you going to give up on me?!"

On the other end of the phone, the old man looked at the tree pit photo that someone had posted online and said expressionlessly.

"You are too careless in doing things yourself. Now no one can help you with this matter.

If you can reach the dock to your west, there will be someone there to pick you up."

After saying this, the old man hung up the phone, removed the battery from the phone, and threw the phone into the stove.

There was no way to intervene, and it was impossible to help. The body had been dug up and posted online. It was useless to delete it now.

Some things can be done, but they cannot be known to others, let alone put in the open, especially in the open where ordinary people know.

The phone was hung up, and the furious sorcerer stood upstairs and looked into the distance. He saw the yin and resentment that almost gathered into mist and continued to approach. He didn't care about anything else.

He first sent the last message to the sorcerer he was familiar with, and then immediately came to the second floor, the largest hall.

He pressed the button, and the carpet on the ground was rolled up by the machine, revealing the dense and various strange runes and patterns on the ground.

He took off the cloth on the table, revealing an altar that seemed to be built with various animal bones. In the center, there was a skull that looked like a human, but with two horns.

He swallowed the poisonous insect and chanted the spell in a crazy tone.

At the same time, on the sunken ship that was about to leave the South China Sea, Valak, who was bragging happily with the water ghost, looked back to the northeast.

"It seems that someone has summoned me?"

"Our star king seems to be over there? Is our star king looking for you?"

"No." Valak suddenly realized that, yes, since it was not Wen Yan who was looking for him, it must be Wen Yan's enemy.

"You don't respond? Didn't you say that according to the rules, you must respond?" The water ghost on the side handed Valak a tomato and asked curiously.

"According to the rules, it is true, but I am now in a state of being summoned, and I am being expelled. I also have the right to refuse when Jesus comes!"

Valak replied, holding a small tomato, and continued to lean on the cable to rot.

The water ghost gave a thumbs up, and they continued to listen to Valak's bragging.

Now it has been twenty years since Valak was summoned by a little boy and fought with a priest.

…

On the island, the sorcerer wanted to find external help, so he directly found Valak, the least particular and easiest to summon among the seventy-two demons.

Unfortunately, Valak did not respond at all.

The sorcerer was furious, and he rang the bell to summon several of his apprentices and assistants.

"With the enemy at hand, if we can't get through this level, we can't live."

He knew best that the so-called arrival at the dock, where someone would pick us up, was all bullshit. His retreat had been cut off, and if he ran away in a panic, he would definitely die. It would be better to fight to the death.

He took a knife and asked several apprentices to take off their shirts.

There were some strange patterns tattooed on the backs of each apprentice, and these apprentices themselves didn't quite know what they were.

At this moment, they took off their shirts, and as usual, they knelt on the ground and closed their eyes to recite the spell. The sorcerer took a knife, walked behind them, and cut the throats of all the apprentices neatly.

Then he used a knife to cut the skin off their backs.

The sorcerer took off his clothes and put the skins on himself like clothes.

There was a part in each piece of skin that was connected to the tattoos on his body. He took out something like a stapler and stapled the cut skins on his body.

In an instant, those tattoos that were originally invisible gathered into a hideous image, like a monster or a demon.

A vicious aura began to emerge from him. When he picked up a red-faced and fanged mask and put it on his face, the vicious and evil aura suddenly soared several levels.

In the mangroves not far from here, the wind blew, and the blood-colored things on the mangroves drifted with the wind, like pollen flying all over the sky.

The trees that were originally blood-colored began to turn into maple red at this moment.

Those things that were blown away gathered together and turned into a long blood-colored river, falling from the sky and washing towards the team of ghosts led by Wen Yan.

All the ghosts had no reaction to those things, but those things that looked like blood-colored pollen turned slightly and rushed towards Wen Yan.

Uncle Ming flashed and appeared in front of Wen Yan in an instant. This time he did not exhale, but clasped his hands together and grabbed them casually, and saw his power condensed into the shape of a spear.

Uncle Ming raised the spear and shouted in a deep voice.

"Wind! Strong wind!"

With a loud shout, the momentum rose up, and the momentum gathered into wind. The gloomy wind rose from the ground, like the roar of thousands of ghosts, whistling up.

The flying blood-colored pollen-like thing was blown by the wind and corpse gas, and fell down in large pieces.

Some of them turned into black and gray ashes before they hit the ground.

Uncle Ming raised his spear and shot out fiercely. The spear shot out like a dragon, carrying the black wind and corpse gas, and turned into a black tornado that rushed up diagonally.

All the blood-colored things were swept into it and swept away into the sky.

In the whistling sound, all the blood-colored things disappeared, and only the black ashes in the sky slowly fell.

After completing this attack, Uncle Ming continued to follow Wen Yan, half a step behind Wen Yan.

"Thank you, Uncle Ming." Wen Yan thanked him.

"You're welcome, these things may not be useful to you."

Wen Yan had the nails left by the big boss on his body, which were generally considered poisonous things. As long as they were not particularly strong or the toxicity mechanism was very special, they would not have much effect on Wen Yan.

But Uncle Ming knew that he was a guard this time, not a guard who could handle the target himself.

But if it was not necessary, the guard would take action.

The team continued to move forward, and the resentment of those ghosts was boiling when they saw these bloody things.

Before the team arrived, the cold mist formed by the resentment had already surrounded the small building at the destination.

Under the small building, affected by these forces, the defense here was activated, the halo kept flashing, and the runes that lit up were forcibly exhausted and extinguished one by one.

Using modern technology to pull ultra-high voltage cables as the energy source of the guarding force is top technology, which is impossible here.

The defense methods used here are still very traditional, but it is obvious that they can't stop nearly two thousand resentful ghosts.

And as the defense force here was forcibly exhausted and annihilated in the frontal conflict.

Under the building, screaming and wailing ghosts came out from the ground one by one.

They died even more miserably. Their lifespans were drained, their flesh and blood were used as materials, and even the last thing left was used to intimidate others.

These dead souls joined the team of dead souls seamlessly. In an instant, even the sky could not be seen here. The dark and gloomy wind was full of dead souls with resentment.

Countless dead souls swept everything here.

Several apprentices of the sorcerer had just died tragically, and their souls were born and condensed by the unique environment at the moment.

Their souls were torn apart by the dead souls one by one, and they were constantly split until they were torn into the smallest pieces and completely dissipated.

They were all the executors of the tragedy and the scam in the past.

In the end, they died, but they did not expect that they died in the hands of their master. From the beginning, they were tools that could be abandoned at any time.

Wen Yan walked over step by step, seeing the chaos here, looking at the ghosts who were obviously killed by slashing their throats and peeling off their skin, he understood in his heart why this evil magician dared to harm the family members of the members of the Lieyang tribe.

This guy is really cruel and ruthless, and dares to do anything.

In the building, fierce fluctuations have been heard. Counting the hundreds of ghosts who have just joined, there are more than 2,000 ghosts, and they are beating up the evil magician together.

With a loud bang, a window was directly blown out by the huge force, and a man with a mask on his face, tattooed skin on his body, and a fierce aura jumped down from the upstairs.

He has evil spirits, yin spirits, ghost spirits, and a little bit of demonic aura on him, which is very messy.

It was the first time that Wen Yan saw something with such a messy power and aura.

The man wailed in pain, and the skin on his body was embedded in his body, and the mask was shrinking, as if it was going to completely merge with him.

And the opponent's momentum was constantly increasing in this process.

Black hair began to grow on his hands, his fingers became thicker, and his nails began to turn into sharp claws similar to those of predators.

He roared in pain and waved his arms to drive back and disperse the ghosts that kept rushing towards him.

After being dispersed, those ghosts would soon condense again in the mist, and the cycle would repeat.

Wen Yan stood there and watched quietly.

At least for now, he didn't want to disturb the revenge of the avengers. He would wait and see, and then he would take action when these ghosts couldn't handle it.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the sorcerer no longer looked like he was wearing human skin, and he had completely merged into the mist, and the mask on his face had also been completely merged into the mist.

His mouth seemed to have become longer, like a wolf or a wild boar. The fangs in his mouth extended out, his eyes became dark and red, and the whole person became less humanoid.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, feeling a little bit demonic.

There used to be people who practiced monsters and followed other monsters. Both of them were uneducated and knowledgeable. One dared to learn and the other dared to teach.

Finally, following the guidance of the demon, I cultivated until my body began to undergo some changes, taking on some demon characteristics.

If he didn't die suddenly, or his temperament changed drastically, it was just bad luck. It just had some monster characteristics, indicating that there was something wrong with his practice. This was actually a minor problem.

The guy in front of me has such a chaotic power. I really don’t know how he did it.

The opponent's power in front of him is getting stronger and stronger. These dead souls gather together and can no longer kill him.

The charge of the dead soul will be scattered, and the erosion of resentment will be blocked by his weird skin. In fact, the skin is still absorbing the surrounding resentment and yin energy.

After the warlock slowly adapted to the change, he raised his head and looked at Wen Yan, kicked the ground fiercely, broke through the obstacles of the dead souls, and rushed towards Wen Yan.

Wen Yan let go of the dead child next to him and stretched out his hand to stop the corpse.

"Uncle Ming, let me do it. This guy's power is very weird. Don't pollute you.

I have been practicing martial arts for some time, and Senior Brother Qin has taught me a lot.

Just in time to give it a try. "

Wen Yan stepped forward with a bow, his body like a javelin, raised his head, and blessed himself with a violent sun.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he looked like a young general, sitting on the back of a tall horse, holding a big red tassel gun, pointing at the enemy's head.

With a loud shout, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, he used his body as a spear, the power of Yang Qi, Qi and blood, the new way, and the fire in his heart, all gathered together, and vaguely transformed into a strong and sharp spear that struck out.

In just a moment, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and hit the heart and elbow with a powerful force. With a crushing posture, he broke through the opponent's momentum and the chaotic but violent power around him.

The tip of his elbow was like the tip of a gun, hitting the opponent's chest directly.

A large red-gold gun burning with flames suddenly appeared.

Wen Yan stood still, with one foot already three inches into the ground. However, the magician never expected that Wen Yan's flesh and blood body would be so fast that he could cover a distance of more than ten meters in one step. He had no time to react.

The force was so strong that it exploded directly on his body. Before his body could even fly backwards, the skin on his back suddenly exploded, and the outline of his spine could be seen.

The big spear that Wen Yan learned from Qin Kun was different from Qin Kun's absolute fierceness.

His power penetrated through his bones, and the proportion of yang energy far exceeded that of Qin Kun. Those powers were blasted into the body of the magician with one blow. Together with the evil, yin, ghost, etc., the blazing yang that was naturally difficult to deal with, Explodes instantly.

The sorcerer's body seemed to have gained weight from a single blow.

The next moment, the residual power of the power was exerted, and the body of the magician turned into an afterimage, and flew out with a sound.

It was as if he had been hit by a loaded dump truck at full speed and crashed directly into the building.

There was a loud bang, the wall collapsed, and the steel bars could be seen exposed on the load-bearing columns behind the magician.

The tattooed skin that had just been integrated into his skin, and the mask that had been integrated into his face, were all forced up and shattered into pieces.

The warlock was covered in blood and leaning against the pillar.

He forced himself to stretch out an arm and speak in local dialect.

"Wait, I have something to say..."

Unfortunately, the impatient dead souls around him swarmed forward, stretched his body apart, peeled off all the broken tattoos, tore off his mask, and tore out his soul.

Wen Yan stood watching from a distance, probably guessing what the other party was going to say.

It's nothing more than selling points to teammates.

This guy is said to be the strongest magician within the area of ​​100,000 square kilometers. He is evil, vengeful and greedy. He is also a standard magician who trades one life for another.

Some desperate people came to him. It is said that only two guys who were accepted as his disciples survived, and none of the others were still alive.

Some people not only died themselves, but also their relatives and friends.

This is still "Party A". Those who are retaliated by Party A will be even worse if they have no special abilities or a high enough status.

Of course, the local dialect does not call it Warlock. Warlock is the name translated from China.

The magician in front of me was even invited to put on a show last year because of some conflicts between the local area and China.

It's just a show, he doesn't dare to play it real.

Wen Yan watched coldly as the sorcerer's body was in a state of disrepair and his soul was torn out, being torn and bitten by a group of dead souls.

Before he was finally broken, he pointed at Wen Yan and roared without knowing what he was talking about. He saw that his chest was broken open and a bit of blood flew straight to Wen Yan's body.

That bit of blood was blocked by the nail of the middle finger of Wen Yan's left hand, and then Wen Yan stretched out his right hand and blocked it with the Jie E Shui Guan on the back of his right hand.

After several consecutive blows, the speed of the blood light became slower and slower.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The bloody light seemed like a living thing, struggling constantly and trying to invade his body and swallow his blood.

As soon as Wen Yan had an idea, he stretched out his left middle finger and pressed it. The blood light blended into the tip of his left middle finger, but then it was suppressed by the nail of the middle finger and could not go anywhere.

In mid-air, the magician roared something in the local dialect. You didn't need to understand to know that it was definitely not a good word like "good luck and good fortune".

Seeing that the other party was completely torn into pieces and dissipated, and the pieces were crushed by the huge resentment here, Wen Yan looked at it again and prepared to leave.

But there were more than two thousand dead souls here, but they still surrounded him. A more or less conscious soul came to the front and spoke in Chinese dialect.

After listening to it, Wen Yan understood that many of them came from other places and were sold here as goods to the magicians here.

When they were alive, they were goods traded between some warlocks or head-dropping masters.

Wen Yan took out his cell phone, looked at the target list, and randomly asked the one closest to here. Immediately, twenty or thirty conscious souls said that they were all sold by this magician.

"In that case, let's continue."

Wen Yan took the soul of the child he pulled out first, and when he was about to turn around and leave, some souls flew over, carrying various things.

From the skulls of strange creatures to various documents, Wen Yan took a look.

Oh well, there are also account books and diaries. Sure enough, he is not a serious person.

He asked the dead souls to be taken with him first, and then turned around and walked towards the dock. Behind him, more than two thousand dead souls, swarming with darkness and resentment, left together with Wen Yan.

By the time Wen Yan returned to the bloody forest, it had been cordoned off, and all the security forces on the island had been pulled over. The purpose was just to prevent people from approaching and digging up other trees. Tree.

The man who received Wen Yan's face turned green when he saw Wen Yan holding a little dead soul with a large group of people behind him.

He didn't even dare to get close, he was afraid that the resentful souls would tear him alive.

They just watched from a distance as Wen Yan returned to the pier, boarded the boat with a large group of dead souls and left. Only then did the receptionist let out a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

He truthfully reported what he saw, and then it had nothing to do with him. Let him do as he pleased.

Not long after Wen Yan boarded the ship and left, he received a call from Feng Yao.

Wen Yan relaxed a lot when he saw that it was Feng Yao, not the head of the headquarters or someone from the headquarters.

"What's wrong?"

"We can be a little more arrogant so that they can understand the meaning, but are you a little too arrogant?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what does it have to do with me? I just happened to be there!"

Wen Yan sent him a few photos.

"Did you see it? What a tragic tragedy, it is the souls of the dead who died tragically here to seek revenge.

It's just that their goal happens to be my goal.

Before I could reason with the warlock, he was torn to pieces by the dead.

As you all know, I am just a warrior, I can’t even open an altar.

I summoned more than 2,000 resentful souls at once and made them listen to me.

How can I do this?

Who slandered me like this? Want to put a blame on my head? "

"..." Feng Yao was silent for a moment and asked, "Has the headquarter commander already called you?"

"No, what's wrong?"

“When the headquarters was talking to the Nanyang people just now, they scolded the people who came to contact them for having no common sense.

Are you deliberately using this kind of thing to throw dirt on our China?

Too shabby.

Everyone knows that you are a pure warrior.

Moreover, you are certified by the Heavenly Master as someone who has no talent for cultivation but only talent for martial arts. "

"Have you directly denied that this matter has anything to do with me?" Wen Yanxin said, this action was very fast.

"No, I just told the truth in a matter-of-fact way." Feng Yao told the truth honestly. The Lieyang Department didn't deny it directly, but was just angry that the other party was uneducated and had no common sense.

But obviously, this matter cannot have anything to do with a warrior.

Anyone with some common sense knows this.

"..."

Wen Yan looked at the pile of dead souls on the boat and thought for a while.

"Is the person at the pawn shop still unresponsive?"

"No, I'm pretending to be dead.

Today there was an investor from Nanyang who said he was planning to invest in Nanwu County.

And it is the northern part of the development deviation of Nanwu County.

We checked and found out that this guy might be here to deliver money.

Moreover, I also found someone trying to speak for Lao Meng.

The speaker is from the Northeast and knows Lao Meng, so there should be no problem.

We concluded that someone behind him was pushing him to come out to speak, and that he was being used as a gun. "

"anything else?"

"The rest is to catch some little demons and Ah Piao who want to be worth 500,000 yuan, but unfortunately their level is too low."

"Okay, your intelligence has paid attention to the remaining warlocks and head-destroying masters on the list? Don't let them escape."

"They were definitely not afraid before. They probably didn't expect that two juniors sent by Sanshanwuyue would kill them to pieces. Now it is indeed possible that they will run away."

"How many of them did Yan Zhikong take away?"

"Two already, I'll catch up with the third one soon."

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, why is this guy so fast! ?

"Do you have a channel over there? Spread some irresponsible gossip to Nanyang."

"You tell me."

"Give them the list and tell them that these ghosts are seeking revenge.

Tell them the truth about what these ghosts experienced in their lives.

After much persuasion, these resentful ghosts did not involve ordinary people.

They also did not involve those rich and powerful people.

Wherever the sorcerers on the list go, these ghosts will follow.

In a few days, it will be time for the meeting. I will have to go to the meeting and will not have the energy to follow these ghosts.

They can handle the rest by themselves.

Oh, there is one more thing. I heard from some conscious ghosts.

There may be more than one island where many victims are buried."

Feng Yao felt a little numb after hearing this.

More than two thousand resentful ghosts have already scared some people in Nanyang.

If there are a few more islands, what if there are more than ten thousand resentful and tragic dead souls gathered together.

In addition, the process of tragic death is very similar.

This is likely to give birth to some big ghost.

No, not 80%.

This is the most favorable version for ghosts. As long as it exceeds 10,000, the quantitative change will lead to qualitative change.

In addition, the tragedy on the island was exposed, and the public resentment was boiling...

Once it started, it would be impossible to end it.

Feng Yao broke out in a cold sweat.

"Brother, not really, not really.

We don't play the game of subverting the regime, so we won't play it so big."

"Uh, do you think I'm fooling you? This is what I just heard. I still have two hours to go to the next island. I heard that there should be a lot of people buried there. Some relatives of the dead here may be buried there, and they must go there."

"My brother, wait a minute, I'll do it now."

Feng Yao hung up the phone and immediately reported the matter to the head of the headquarters.

Then in less than half an hour, a rumor that was not true reached the ears of several big figures in the Nanyang Alliance.

Two hours later, several big figures who were originally scattered in various places gathered together and held a small meeting together.

They took the information and invited professionals to look at it together.

After reading the information, the professionals looked as if they had eaten bitter gall, and their faces turned greener.

"Can it be solved?" someone asked.

"It can't be solved, there is nothing we can do." The professional shook his head immediately, then pointed to the photo and said: "It is a miracle that the warrior from Shenzhou can guide these ghosts not to go crazy and not target others. It may be that he is carrying the treasure given by his master, so he can barely do this. And judging from the situation, he can't guide them for too long. At most three days, he can only escape."

The meeting was in progress, and the secretary of one of them hurried in and whispered a few words.

On the Internet, someone has already been leading the rhythm of one of them.

Because the island where the bloody forest is located is under the control of one of them.

After hearing this, the man's face was as black as charcoal. The political enemy is leading the rhythm. What if the ghosts don't find the sorcerer to take revenge, and are guided by someone and go directly to him?

It's impossible to reason with those ghosts.

They have already looked for people, and all the masters they found who are good at dealing with ghosts have refused to participate in this matter with various excuses.

Some Taoist priests who have a master said that the burden is too heavy and they can't take it.

Some Nanwu Lao even cursed directly, and the curse was really ugly.

Anyway, no one showed up, and everyone was afraid to avoid it.

Because just now, the team of ghosts has expanded to nearly 4,000. During the march, the huge resentment can obviously affect the changes in the celestial phenomena.

They can't pass the blame now, because news media have already gone to the Blood Forest Island and reported the bodies found there.

There was also a conflict there, and someone dug up a few more trees, and there were more bodies and bones underneath.

It's impossible to cover up the lid, and this matter, no matter who sees it, has nothing to do with the people of Shenzhou. It's really not easy to pass the blame to a warrior.

Then they can only wrong the masters involved in this matter.

Half an hour later, a plane that was about to fly out of Nanyang was forced to return due to "aircraft failure". Under the professional and calm pilot, it landed at the airport intact.

The passengers on the plane, including a master, were forced to get off the plane.

On the other side, on a small island, several Taoists whose ancestors came from Shenzhou, with a large number of fully armed soldiers, surrounded the villa of a master here.

There was also a small lake. The old man who had been following the boss stood at the door of a small manor with a little regret in his tone.

"I'm sorry, the boss said that he didn't want to see that madman in two days, holding the banner of fighting against injustice, occupying absolute justice, and bringing tens of thousands of resentful souls to the island. That would be an unacceptable huge trouble for everyone.

So, I can only trouble you to die first. The boss will send your grandson to Europe. He will live there in the future and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life."