There must be other existences behind this.
Zhao Qinghou remembered Duan Wenbing who wanted to turn Su Dian into a zombie in the forest park.
He thought to himself, Could it be that this place is also caused by evil cultivators?
He turned his head and looked around, only to find himself on all fours like a wild beast.
The ghost baby was squatting on the stretcher not far away and staring at him.
Zhao Qinghou did not attack her immediately.
Instead, he said in a clear voice,"Are you from the Zombie Sect? Please come out and meet me!"”
Zhao Qinghou's move was like throwing a stone to test the waters.
The other party had hidden himself very well, and he had not noticed where he was hiding.
That was why he had provoked her and tried to make her show herself.
This move was indeed successful.
There was the sound of metal rubbing against each other.
A freezer opened automatically.
A mortuary bed slid out from it.
Within the dense cold air.
A middle-aged man sat up.
" I only wanted to refine a Nascent Corpse," he said coldly to Zhao Qinghou." I didn't expect this trash to attract cultivators!"”
"If you leave now, I won't pursue the matter.”
"Otherwise, bear the consequences!"
Zhao Qinghou wasn't afraid of the middle-aged man's threat at all.
"Refined corpse?" It's really fate!"
"Could it be that the disappearance of the corpses here was all your doing?"”
"I'm Duan Zongle from the Zombie Sect!" The middle-aged man admitted generously. He was only staying here temporarily to refine a few zombies for him to use!”
More than a dozen corpses had gone missing in the morgue.
In other words, this old man still had at least two digits of zombies under his control.
Even if they were all white corpses.
Zhao Qinghou would also be able to get some lottery points.
When he thought of this, he immediately felt a little excited.
He suddenly remembered that this old man's surname was Duan.
"They're both from the Zombie Sect, and they're all surnamed Duan. It can't be such a coincidence, right?!"”
He looked at Duan Zongle with a strange gaze.
"Have you heard of Duan Wenbing?"”
Duan Zongle's eyes narrowed. You know my son?"
Zhao Qinghou laughed.
He didn't expect that he would just kill his son.
He met me here.
It was really fate, wonderful beyond words!
He immediately stopped talking nonsense.
The golden light that seemed to be corporeal transformed into a long whip.
He planned to make a move on Duan Zongle.
Duan Zongle's eyes flashed.
Then, he laughed coldly.
The surrounding freezers were all opened.
Several black shadows jumped out from it.
He stood in front of Zhao Qinghou.
Bang!
The golden whip lashed out fiercely.
It split the first white zombie into two.
Duan Zongle's expression turned cold!
He didn't expect Zhao Qinghou to be so powerful!
He originally thought that Zhao Qinghou was young.
He thought that he had more than ten zombies under him.
Of course, he was going to get him!
Unexpectedly.
? Zhao Qinghou used the golden light.
He could cut the white corpse into two with one move.
The golden light was like a laser.
The hard zombie body was like snow in front of the blazing sun.
It melted quickly.
There was no resistance at all!
Thinking of this.
Duan Zongle knew that the zombies he had left behind were probably the ones who had died.
It was definitely not enough to defeat Zhao Qinghou.
He hurriedly took out his magic tool.
It was a bamboo flute!
As long as he played the bamboo flute, he would be able to trigger the restriction of the corpse refining stage.
It allowed the zombies under him to temporarily strengthen!
Even the lowest level of white zombies could reach the strength of black zombies!
On the other side.
Zhao Qinghou wanted to kill the zombie in front of him.
He suddenly noticed Duan Zongle sitting cross-legged on the morgue bed.
A bamboo flute appeared in his hand.
Rays of music burst out from his mouth.
His expression was solemn, and the jade flute was melodious.
There should have been more immortal energy.
At this moment, Duan Zongle was much more ghostly than immortal.
Even the melody was very strange and terrifying!
The sound was like the howl of a ghost!
Then, Zhao Qinghou discovered that he was surrounded by a dozen zombies.
There were obvious changes.
It seemed to have become stronger!
"The Zombie Sect is indeed interesting!”
Sweeping his gaze over, he saw a total of thirteen zombies around him.
There were seven white zombies and five black zombies.
The remaining one.
He had just entered the Corpse Realm!
Other than that.
There was also that ghost baby, who was also eyeing them from the outside.
It seemed that Duan Zongle had secretly placed some kind of restriction on her corpse.
As a result, after being chased by Zhao Qinghou and being forced to hide in the corpse, his soul could no longer come out!
This was a trap set by Duan Zongle.
The resentment of the ghost infant was extremely strong!
It was also a type of monster that was not to be provoked.
His growth speed was very fast.
When Duan Zongle met this ghost baby.
She had yet to start growing.
Duan Zongle refined the corpse of the ghost baby into a baby corpse.
They imposed all kinds of restrictions.
Then, he would release the ghost infant's soul to go out and kill people to absorb the living souls.
Make yourself strong.
In the end, the resentful baby's soul merged with the baby corpse.
Once he succeeded, he would definitely possess the strength of an undead!
Unfortunately, Zhao Qinghou was there to mess things up.
The ghost baby had not strengthened much before it had no choice but to escape into its own corpse.
Unable to come out.
Moreover, Duan Zongle was still lacking the last restriction.
He didn't have the time to control it.
Seeing how powerful Zhao Qinghou was now, he was shocked.
He couldn't care less about the baby corpse.
On the other hand, the ghost baby hated Zhao Qinghou who attacked her.
On the other hand, she felt even worse about Duan Zongle, who had tricked her.
Therefore, he was only wandering around the periphery of the battlefield.
He didn't go up to fight Zhao Qinghou.
Zhao Qinghou watched as the zombies surrounded him.
The golden whip danced.
The first target to kill.
Then, he placed it on the seven lowest-level white zombies.
In the cold and dark morgue.
A melody that sounded like a ghost's cry was drifting.
Accompanied by the zombie's deep roar.
The long whip waved and roared continuously.
Although the seven white zombies were amplified by Duan Zongle's flute sound, they were still in the same state.
His physical strength had temporarily reached the level of a black zombie.
However, in front of Zhao Qinghou, there was no room for resistance.
It was like harvesting wheat.
The golden whip waved.
They fell one after another.
The ground was filled with the severed limbs of the zombies.
It made the morgue look even more sinister and terrifying!
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