Chapter 8 Section 7

The "base" is nothing more than a square in an abandoned ancient city. Lu Zhengming stood in the middle of the square in a state of embarrassment, busy using red thread to sew a thick severed hand to a corpse that obviously did not belong to it. Dayang's intestines flowed all over the ground, and the smell was terrible, only flies were willing to fly around. He is currently studying the feasibility of "recombining corpses". So Lu Zhengming carefully cut the corpses of many powerful generals into multiple pieces, trying to preserve the nervous system and complete muscle groups, and neatly arranged the important medulla oblongata and brain, and planned to use the strongest parts of these generals Parts are pieced together to form a complete "super zombie body", and the last step is to cast a ghost spell to pull the corpse from the unconscious underworld back to the mortal world, acting like a fucking ghost.

If this is scientific technology, it is bound to be futile. But in the world of spells, everything is possible—in the final analysis, it is not true resurrection, and the corpse cannot have its own thoughts, but it is just turning into one strong magic dog after another with the residual power of the corpse. Many life hunters look down on life hunters who practice ghost spells, thinking it is evil. It is understandable to think so. Manipulating a corpse that should have been buried in the ground is simply a curse that disrespects the dead. But the life-hunters who will start to practice the ghost drawing technique originally have a natural distortion in their personality, so they don't take these criticisms completely lightly, or they go completely against the grain and come to be complacent.

"Isn't it evil to set fire? Isn't it evil to make water? Feel free to ridicule, be careful that after you die, I will prepare your corpse well and treat it as a dog under my feet." Lu Zhengming always sneered. What a powerful sneer. There are more than a dozen life hunters who have too cheap mouths and have been turned into top-quality corpses by Lu Zhengming. Then, the number of life hunters who made sarcastic remarks gradually decreased. "It shouldn't be a problem this time, right? My craft is getting more and more proficient." Lu Zhengming wiped his sweat in relief.

If this experiment is successful, Lu Zhengming can move forward to more strange experiments, such as sewing the arms of eight fierce generals to one body at the same time, or embedding two sets of heads and spinal cords into one body at the same time, so as to create The deformed monster that comes out is ugly, but of course it will be more powerful, right? Every time Lu Zhengming thought of this, he couldn't help smiling. Snapped! The corpse soldiers threw the fresh tiger carcass on the side of the square, next to a crocodile. "Get out." Lu Zhengming didn't raise his head, but continued to sew his severed hand.

The corpse soldiers pulled out the halberds that had been inserted into the tiger's body, making chirp chirp chirp sounds. Lu Zhengming couldn't help but glanced at the poor tiger's corpse, and cursed: "Those corpse soldiers... they are just stupid if they don't have me personally on the scene to manipulate them. what to do?" The corpse soldier turned and left, staggering, staggering... Lu Zhengming glanced at the tiger from afar. Monster Corpse Tiger? Forget it, that kind of thing has been played.If the halberd didn't damage the main muscle group, I will put the tiger's muscle and skin on the body of this patchwork warrior later. He is physically stronger and looks more powerful with the tiger skin on. .

Speaking of heterogeneous patchwork... "It is said" that Mao Ran escaped from Fusang by himself, talking nonsense everywhere. seriously?It can't be true, can it?How can Mao Ran come and go in the imperial city of the blood clan? A group of Nanman Zhancheng, who eat left-handed people, is next to this ghost town in southern Xinjiang. For a long time, Lu Zhengming has been coveting the powerful body of the left-handed people. He occupied this ancient city to train corpse soldiers, in fact, he wanted to launch a capture The aggressive war of the left-hand eaters, and then raise a group of corpse soldiers of the left-hand eaters, and fuse the corpses of the left-hand eaters into human corpses.

If Mao Ran really came back alive, things would be tricky. Mao Ran is very powerful, so powerful that he can fight side by side with Wu Chan, that annoying ghost. It is a headache to think about defeating the Left-Handed Clan with Mao Ran, and I only hope that the rumors are not true. "However, it's weird." Lu Zhengming, who was sewing the corpse's hand, stopped suddenly. What time is it now, the ugly time will pass...it will be the turn of the Yin time. In normal times, those corpse soldiers on automatic patrol would have returned with the corpses of several ferocious beasts. If they did not happen to encounter any unlucky poisonous snakes and beasts, according to the curse cast by Lu Zhengming, dozens of teams of corpse soldiers would also Take turns to circle back to the ancient city square, and then circle out to continue patrolling.

But tonight, those corpse patrols have only come back... two teams? Immersed in strange research as usual, Lu Zhengming didn't realize the abnormal phenomenon until now. "..." Lu Zhengming closed his eyes. Counting quickly with his fingers, he used the ghost spell to sense the 10,000 corpse soldiers who succumbed to his ghost spell. Except for the 6,000 corpse soldiers resting in the tunnels of the ancient city, the other 4,000 corpse soldiers stationed outside... east side. There should have been 800 patrolling corpse soldiers on the east side, but now there is no sense at all, and they are all disconnected.

If the corpse soldiers were attacked and wiped out, Lu Zhengming would have sensed the enemy indirectly at the moment the battle took place. It didn't make sense, the eight hundred patrolling corpse soldiers were killed without a sound. Lu Zhengming looked at the east gloomyly. There was no abnormality in that direction at all, and there was no hostility in the air. It's really... "Too suspicious." Lu Zhengming quickly made fingerprints with his hands covered in corpses and blood, and his ghostly aura burst out. "Capturing corpses in the filth - the eight great generals!"

The stench was billowing, and eight filthy black figures slowly came out from the side passage of the ancient city square. On the foreheads of the eight shadows, Lu Zhengming's unique blood-letter covenant was written. The first one is the general who defended Xiangyang City in the Southern Song Dynasty. He killed countless enemies during his lifetime, and he was also killed by ghosts and supernatural powers after his death. The second one is the Mongolian striker with scars all over his face. He was the first person to fall into the battle during his lifetime and broke countless cities.

The third one is the great hero of the Southern Song Dynasty who was once famous all over the world, but died in the battle in Xiangyang City. The fourth one was a giant thief who was taller than two people. Tigers used to be his food. And four more... It's really not cheap to be cheap. The four life hunters, who unfortunately died earlier than Lu Zhengming, stood with dull eyes waiting for orders. These eight generals are Lu Zhengming's proud works. Horror and ferocity, not only fear. Lu Zhengming bit his finger, blood splashed the moon. "Let's go to the east to have a look... Maybe you will have a new partner soon."