"No need, Pavilion Master Qin just stay calm!"
Xiao Yifeng stopped pretending and gave her a warning.
Don't wait until this woman sends Song Yu to his bed, the fun will be great.
"I know, why is the master of the palace so cruel?" Qin Miaomiao looked aggrieved.
Xiao Yifeng glanced at her, shook his head and turned to leave.
If he guessed correctly, the show has just begun.
At night, there were only about twenty people left in front of the mourning hall, and many female relatives were crying.
After the big shots made polite remarks, they all left one after another.
When people leave, many smart people know that the Song family is unreliable. They smell a special smell and leave early to find another way out.
But after many years, Song Mingzhe still has many die-hard loyalists. At this moment, there are still many disciples in front of the mourning hall to pay filial piety to Song Mingzhe.
Song Yu knelt in front of the soul, her eyes dull, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Next to her was Mrs. Song who had dried up her tears.
At this moment, a tall figure came from outside the door, causing everyone to turn around in confusion.
In the dead of night, who else comes to express condolences?
After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, everyone was stunned.
It was a corpse puppet wearing a smiling mask, with the words "Morning Bliss" written on it. It was clearly meant to mock them.
A man in his thirties said angrily: "Who did this? You are so bold, don't let me catch you!"
There was silence on the field, looking around, looking for the person who controlled the corpse with traces of spiritual power.
After all, if you want to control the corpse puppet, the master of the corpse puppet must be nearby.
But they couldn't find the person who controlled the corpse puppet. The man stepped forward angrily and planned to sweep the corpse puppet out.
But at this moment, the funny-looking corpse puppet took action.
His arms suddenly lengthened, and he crushed the man's head with one hand, causing blood to splash everywhere.
Everyone was startled by this sudden turn of events, and couldn't help but be frightened and angry for a moment.
The Great Elder had just died, so someone was eager to take action against the Song Mansion so soon?
"Hurry up and call someone!" a disciple exclaimed.
"No, the summons cannot be sent out. The Song Mansion is isolated."
Everyone was panicked, and then everyone realized it with extremely ugly expressions.
"Master has just passed away, can't you wait to take action?"
The corpse puppet made a hey voice and said: "Those who kill people will always be killed!"
"What kind of hero is he who manipulates a corpse puppet to talk nonsense? Come on if you have the ability!" A passionate disciple shouted loudly.
"Come on!" Someone among the disciples shouted loudly.
A group of disciples swarmed forward, and the zombie pounced on them without hesitation, its body as agile as lightning.
His limbs seemed to be the limbs of some kind of monster, and they could be stretched at will, like the tentacles of an octopus.
These arms and legs stretched rapidly, and each wave brought with it the power of a violent storm.
Someone wanted to take the opportunity to attack from behind, but his throat was bitten by the head that suddenly flew up. Blood spurted out, and screams resounded throughout the mourning hall.
Everyone was forced to retreat steadily by him, and they launched various spells to try to stop the corpse puppet's attack.
Flames, thunder, and ice surged wildly in front of the mourning hall, smoke and dust filled the air, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
Their desperate efforts only inspired the corpse puppets' ferocity. The corpse puppet's arms could stretch freely, and its iron-like palms grasped their necks mercilessly.
The strongest person in the field is only in the out-of-body realm, and is no match for this corpse puppet in the combined realm.
These disciples of the Song family screamed one by one, their throats were crushed, and blood spurted out.
Everyone struggled to resist, but as more and more people fell, they gradually felt hopeless.
This corpse puppet is too weird. Even if his limbs are cut off, they will quickly recover, and the missing limbs will grow again, as if he is immortal.
Everyone was extremely frightened and retreated one after another. The female family members screamed and hid in the corner and shivered.
Some disciples had a mental breakdown and knelt down to beg for mercy, saying that they knew nothing and did not want to die.
Song Yu looked at his discolored mother and aunts, sighed, stood up and said, "It's me you want to kill, let them go."
Looking at Song Yu standing at the front, the corpse puppet let out a weird laugh.
"Little girl, you are quite smart!"
Song Yu knew that he had guessed correctly, and just said quietly: "They don't know anything, please let them go."
She didn't dare to reveal more, for fear of making too many mistakes and causing them to be killed.
But based on her understanding of that person, she might not let her mother and the others go.
Just as her mother was about to say something, she saw the corpse rushing toward Song Yu and screamed, trying to stop it.
Song Yu closed her eyes and waited for death. At this moment, she couldn't help but regret that she didn't practice properly.
At this moment, a dark whirlpool suddenly appeared above the mourning hall, accompanied by bursts of coldness, as if it wanted to swallow everything.
At this moment, a sword light fell from the sky and instantly penetrated the corpse puppet, nailing it to the ground.
The corpse puppet, which was invincible just now, was like an ant in front of this sword. It could only move its limbs feebly, like a crucified octopus.
A tall figure descended from the clouds, wearing a black robe, with long hair hanging down like a waterfall, and his eyes flashed with cold light.
"But you don't seem very smart!"
Xiao Yifeng fell down, stepped on the struggling corpse, and at the same time tried to use spiritual power to go back and find the other party.
But the other party cut it off very quickly, making Xiao Yifeng unable to find the source.
Seeing the corpse puppet expanding rapidly, it looked like it wanted to self-destruct.
Xiao Yifeng raised his hand and killed the chicken with his sword, destroying the corpse elixir in his body. It instantly became as motionless as a dead dog.
Xiao Yifeng looked at Song Yu who was still in shock and said, "Fortunately, this time, I didn't come too late."
Song Yu looked at him sadly and said, "Thank you, Palace Master, for saving my life."
Xiao Yifeng looked around and asked Leng Xiqiu to guard this place to prevent anyone from taking action.
"If you want to survive, come with me first, and we can take a step to talk!"
Song Yu nodded, and her mother stretched out her hand to pull her worriedly, but she shook her head and comforted her.
Xiao Yifeng followed her to the backyard of the mourning hall, walked to a secluded place, and then looked at her quietly.
"Tell me everything you know, and maybe you can survive."
Song Yu nodded and said: "Whatever the Palace Master wants to know, I will definitely tell you everything."
"The identity of the mysterious corpse king and his entanglement with you." Xiao Yifeng said lightly.
"This matter has to do with the Han family in my Xuanyin Mansion. He is a member of the Han family." Song Yu said in a deep voice.
"Han family?"
Xiao Yifeng frowned, this is the Han family, he didn't find any clues in Xuanyin Mansion.
It seems that someone has hidden the truth, but Zhao Wuji cannot do this.
Then only Rahu is left with this ability.
