Chapter 3: A Gust of Yin Wind

"Wu Feng, have you memorized all the words that Master told you?" That old Taoist suddenly turned around and glanced towards Wu Feng who was lost in thought, looking like he was about to get angry again.

Wu Feng froze in fear for a moment and said handily, "Remembered …… remembered, I remembered it all!"

"That's good! You don't follow behind either, now you stand in the middle of this group of corpses and follow behind Master with them."

"Master! What are you doing?" Wu Feng was taken aback, he was already afraid of these corpses, and for Master to let him stand next to these corpses, that would be a bit too scary.

"Master wants to practice your guts first, now you don't even dare to look at dead corpses, how can you catch corpses in the future?" The old Taoist said with a gloomy face.

Wu Feng answered with a promise, reluctantly walked to the position in the middle of the group of corpses and stopped, but did not dare to look at those corpses, somehow he always felt that those corpses were eerie, although it was a hot summer day, but he could feel the cold aura coming from those corpses, and unconsciously, he had a cold war.

Master and disciple two silent walking a distance, at this time has been late at night, the wilderness is silent, only some inexplicable insects sound, from time to time in the ears ringing.

Wu Feng cleared his throat, glanced at his master's back and asked in a low voice, "Master, are we rushing these corpses a type of necrophilia?"

The old Taoist answered and said indifferently, "These corpses are indeed a type of necrophilia, they can be called walking corpses, but they were driven by Master using the Taoist method of Maoshan, they are not aggressive, they are just able to walk stiffly."

"Oh." Wu Feng nodded and boldly glanced towards the nearest corpse, the corpse in front of him looked like it should be a male corpse, he was tall and stocky, wearing a rough cloth outfit and a pair of worn out straw shoes on his feet, at a glance one could tell that he was not from any rich family.

Wu Feng will be around this male corpse generally look once, and finally moved the line of sight to the position of his head, his forehead by the master pasted a yellow paper talisman, covering most of the face, and can not see what looks like, wearing a tall felt hat on his head, it does look a little lurid.

At this time, I do not know where to blow over a gust of wind, lifted the yellow paper on the forehead of the male corpse, at this time the Wu Feng is staring at the position of the head of the male corpse survey, when the yellow paper was lifted up by the wind after the man's face was all in his eyes, and at once felt that the blood of the body for the coagulation of a chill instantly swept the whole body, could not help but "ah! "He couldn't help but let out a loud cry.

"What's wrong!?" That old Taoist heard Wu Feng's cry of alarm and thought that something serious had happened, he hurriedly put away the Soul Regenerating Bell and took a few steps to walk in front of him.

"Master! This corpse is so scary, he …… has a deep knife scar on his face, the skin and flesh are turned outwards, one eye is still gone, there is only a black hole ……"

Wu Feng pointed to the male corpse in front of him, still in shock, said in a trembling voice.