The coffin didn't respond, until Wuwei asked again.
Then came the general's voice: "Should I call you Wang Da, or should I call you Wuwei?"
Wuwei trembled all over, hesitated for a moment, and replied firmly: "Please, please call me Wuwei."
"Well, well, Wuwei, Wuwei, what a bad name."
Wuwei didn't answer, but looked at the coffin, and said again: "General, do you have to do this?"
The general was silent for a long time before he sighed and said, "Wuwei, it's because you have forgotten our mission."
"Mission?" Wuwei repeated, his face full of helplessness: "General, has hundreds of years passed?"
"In hundreds or thousands of years, I will never forget my mission. Wuwei, you are no longer a brave and fearless warrior."
The general paused for a moment, then continued: "Do you think that by teaching them ghost writing and strengthening their souls, they will be able to fight against me? It seems that my defeat has made you look down on me."
"No, General." Wuwei seemed to be very concerned about this, and hurriedly explained: "I respect you as always, but the times have changed now."
"Changed? No, no, the times have not changed. The superior people are still oppressing the people, and the poor people are waiting for me to redeem them."
After the general finished speaking, the coffin placed on the ground began to shake violently, and the people around the general howled terribly, and began to charge towards Wuwei and the villagers.
Countless villagers began to resist, but the people who rushed over were like phantoms. When they touched the villagers, they directly sank into the villagers' bodies. Afterwards, countless villagers screamed and rolled on the ground unceasingly.
Wuwei only hesitated for a moment, and almost all the villagers did not escape the attack. Wuwei finally no longer cared about the general, but started to read ghost essays, and countless yin energy around him began to gather in the direction of Wuwei. When the yin energy passed by the villagers, the screams of the villagers suddenly became much quieter.
Unfortunately, in just a short while, dense beads of sweat appeared on Wuwei's forehead, and his body began to tremble slightly.
"You can't stop me," the general said.
Wuwei was chanting ghost essays quickly, and had no time to answer the general at all.
At this moment, the only remaining people next to the general slowly turned their eyes to us.
The general opened his mouth and said: "Hong'er, 365 people, you can't do without. Father needs your body. Don't worry, father will find a better body for you after you get out."
The woman in red trembled all over, and looked at the general's coffin with incredulous eyes: "Father, what did you say?"
The general didn't answer, but reddish mist began to appear around the coffin. In our surprised eyes, the red mist formed a huge arm and grabbed the woman in red. The woman in red didn't have time to react, so she One was caught.
The hand made of red mist pulled outward, and the soul of the woman in red was pulled out of her body. Just when her body was about to collapse, a woman of about 20 standing beside the coffin rushed into the woman in red. body of.
The red-clothed woman swayed, regained her footing, then walked to the coffin and stood still with no expression on her face.
The soul of the woman in red struggled against the giant hands of the red mist, but it was of no use. Huang Xiaolong was about to step forward when a middle-aged man rushed towards us again. Huang Xiaolong kicked it out, but the middle-aged man followed along Huang Xiaolong's kicked foot entered his body.
I only felt a chill, and then the middle-aged man had appeared in front of me, grabbing towards me, and I quickly dodged to avoid it.
"He wants to take control of his body." Huang Xiaolong also appeared beside me, and his uncontrolled body slowly fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man let out a roar like a beast, and looked at us viciously. In his wide-open mouth, countless fangs were growing rapidly, and the nails of his fingers were also gradually becoming sharper. Amidst the crisp sound, the middle-aged man lowered his upper body, like a beast on all fours, and began to circle around us.
"It's so cruel." Huang Xiaolong said in a low voice.
I looked at the middle-aged man, who was neither human nor ghost, who was circling around us, and while being on guard, I asked in a low voice, "What cruelty?"
"The general forcibly blended the ghosts of the dead with the ghosts of animals, turning them into half-human, half-animal monsters, and they cannot be freed forever."
My brows were furrowed. The entire village of Ercun was flooded, but they could not rest in peace. Instead, they were turned into monsters that could never be reborn by the general. At this moment, my heart was filled with anger and sympathy.
Perhaps our words were heard by the middle-aged man, who kicked his hind limbs in the void, and his whole body struck Huang Xiaolong like lightning.
Huang Xiaolong's arm was filled with yin energy, and he punched it, but the middle-aged man twisted his body like a wolf, avoiding it, and bit his huge mouth full of fangs towards Huang Xiaolong's arm.
Perhaps Huang Xiaolong hadn't gotten used to being a ghost, the force of his punch was too strong, and he couldn't take it back for a while, so he could only watch helplessly as the middle-aged man's drooling mouth slowly approached his arm.
But I didn't stop at all, and kicked the middle-aged man's waist directly. The huge force directly kicked the middle-aged man into the air, rolled a long way, and then got up, and uttered a threatening growl at us.
"Be careful, the opponent is very strong." I kicked the middle-aged man's feet and it was already a little numb, and there were bursts of tingling. The pain of fighting the soul is much stronger than the body.
Huang Xiaolong nodded and assumed an offensive posture. The middle-aged man didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, and rushed towards us again.
The middle-aged man attacks like a wild beast, with fangs and sharp claws, it seems that the attack method is simple, but the middle-aged man's body is too flexible, Huang Xiaolong and I are two-on-one, and we can only fight to a draw.
And the main reason for everything is that middle-aged people don't seem to feel pain, and many times, they actually trade injuries for injuries. Huang Xiaolong and I were already covered with countless tooth marks and scratches. The injuries were not serious, but the severe pain from the soul tortured our nerves all the time.
I doubt very much that if this continues, this battle will end with me and Huang Xiaolong being killed in pain.
There must be a way.
Middle-aged people seem to have noticed our pain, and no longer want to kill us with one blow, but do everything possible to leave wounds on our bodies.
The one-touch and go fighting method made me and Huang Xiaolong more painful, and it was difficult to really attack the middle-aged man.
Repelling the middle-aged man again, Huang Xiaolong shouted loudly: "You push it first."
Before I had time to answer, Huang Xiaolong had already left and took control of his body, and the middle-aged man also rushed forward quickly, trying to attack Huang Xiaolong who was controlling his body.