The man's voice trembled and he hurriedly replied, "My master, my master, he went down the mountain to catch ghosts, he, he won't be long before he returns. Auntie, my master is deeper, not half-level like me. You spared me, will I take you out of here, okay, I will take you away, my master will not be able to find it. "

"Okay!"

Yan Ge's nails were closed and the man on the ground kicked: "Get up!"

The man thought that in order to gain the trust of the word song, he still needed to waste a lot of spit. He did not expect that the trust between the human body and the corpse could be established so easily. He was ecstatic, and really had the illusion that he had crawled from the circle of death.

Standing up quickly, he didn't mention the pants before, and fell down as soon as he got up. Then he looked up and laughed, "Aunt Grandma, what do you call?"

Yan Ge glanced at him, the gaze was cold, and the moment he excited, he laughed and froze.

Yange asked him, "How long have I been lying here?"

The man said busyly, "You should have been lying here since your death. My master has not moved your grave."

"Why do you and your master know my grave, you are grave robbers?"

The man hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, you are our corpse. I have been waiting for you to become a flying corpse."

Yange raised an eyebrow: "A dead body? Flying dead?"

The man didn't expect that he would talk about it. He really wanted to reach out and slap him. He regretted it at the moment: "Yes, yes, in fact, it can be a good corpse, just like you can now and normal people without having to give birth. Same, isn't it, ha ha ha ha! "

Like a normal person, such a long fingernail is sharper than a sword, and the suffocating death on the body, which normal person will become like this.

What the man said was really contrary to his intentions, but now he didn't dare to provoke words, and he was afraid that what he said was wrong, so he died in the hands of his own corpse.

Yange asked him again, "How long has it been since I died?"

The man didn't know, only Hu Yan: "It should be decades, logically you won't wake up so soon ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped again, and he felt that his mouth was enough.

Yange: "Since I won't wake up so quickly, why would I wake up?"

The man's willpower to survive is very strong. He has already applied medicine to the neck wound while talking, and tore a piece of clothes around his neck, so that the blood on the neck will not continue to flow.

In fact, at the moment, he was very embarrassed at the moment. He didn't know whether he would be poisoned by corpses and become a zombie.

Although he had swallowed several anti-corpse pills, he was not sure at all.

Hearing his words, he flinched and said, "I, I'm not too clear."

This is clearly a guilty conscience.

He was so anxious that he wanted to arrange a perfect reason in his heart. He listened to Yange and asked, "What kind of school are you?"

"We, we are the Nandou faction, our faction is very righteous, and we have always helped the people around us to catch ghosts and monsters, aunt grandma, really, all of us are good people.

Who said this? "Even the head keeps corpses. Will there be good people in this martial art?"

"My Master, Master keeps his corpses to deal with demons. Nowadays, demons are rampant in this world, and people's abilities are not enough."