Chapter 99 The Holder

Maybe it is a fool's dream to kill Qi Si while surviving, and being able to return together is the best solution possible. In this case, I should really die like a hero.

Wu Song did not retreat, but constantly increased his right fist and held the idea of burning with Qi Siyu. But at this time, in Wu Song's slow world, he found that Zhang Shu had rushed up, and the speed was almost as fast as Qi Si fell.

Zhang Shu's action is to hit the inside of Qi four left elbows with his left elbow. As long as the impact is successful, Qi Si's arm will inevitably bend and the direction of his fist will shift, and Wu Song can concentrate his head before Qi Si's body is knocked away.

Wu Song was surprised. When he fought with Qi Si, not to mention that his eyesight and ears were almost the same. Zhang Shu was found silently so close to him. If his physical decline caused him to feel vague, it is also exasurable, but looking at Qi Si's attack without scruples, he It was also not found. Zhang Shu is really not simple.

When Wu Song figured out all this, the world in front of him suddenly accelerated. No, it should be said that it had returned to normal speed. First of all, Zhang Shu hit Qi Si. Qi Si's arm was bent, which was equivalent to his arm being shortened and his fist was invisibly reduced in speed. Then, Wu Song felt that his fist hit Qi Si's head. That feeling was like being naughty in his childhood, bursting pig urine bubbles, but began to have some resistance, and then there was a sense of pleasure.

Zhang Shu freely dodged the blood from Qi Si's head, and then took the opportunity to smash Qi Si's headless body away.

And Wu Song, like a rag, could no longer stand and sat on the ground. His right hand was stained with blood, and his fingers trembled because of excessive force. Wu Er felt that he seemed to have lost the strength to speak and could only take a big breath. In any case, he succeeded. Although Zhang Shu helped at the last moment, and this kind of bullying is the most despised, today, when fighting against this non-living creature, there seems to be no need to adopt the principle of living people. It is better than anything else to survive.

However, everything was not over. At the moment of his defeat, Wu Song clearly saw many living bodies that had been stopping at the door to watch. Suddenly, they looked up to the sky and roared together, and then walked solemnly into the courtyard and stood not far away from Wu Song. Wu Song could only raise his head and look at them in a way.

They are all living corpses created today, that is to say, their combat effectiveness is weaker than Qi Si, similar to Wang Po. But there are a large number. If you go together, even if you are in the winning stage, it is difficult to have a chance.

Fighting is like this. When one-on-one, the advantages of strength and skills can be maximized. Once the number of people on one side is in absolute advantage, the strength and skills will lose their role. Because fewer people will face several times more fists. These fists attack the key points of the body from different angles, even if they only defend but not attack, it is difficult to resist. In the summer, the fierce fight in the wild, if it hadn't been for the awakening of the tiger, it might have become a member of the living corpse.

Wu Song wanted to struggle to get up, but found that he couldn't do it anyway, which made him very anxious. At this time, one hand pressed Wu Song's right shoulder and motioned him not to get up. Wu Song looked up and saw that the person beside him was Zhang Shu. Just now, looking at Zhang Shu's decisive move and ghostly body, his skills should be between him and his own. If he is willing to help take care of these living corpses, coupled with many darts masters, there may be some opportunities.

"Zhang Shu... I'm a little out of power. I haven't repaid the great kindness for saving my life just now, but I have to ask you to clean up the scene. I hope you can help me." Wu Song knew that for people like Zhang Shu, the skills in his words were unnecessary. If he didn't want to help, it would be ineffective no matter what he said.

"The owner sits still and adjusts his breathing at ease. Unexpectedly, when the owner used the fist of the ruling for the first time, he could hit three times in one go. With this, the villain admired it. Don't say thank you again, or you will meet me. However, I don't need to do anything about today. I can subdue these living corpses by myself. Zhang Shu said this, turned his face and stared at the moving body at the door.

Wu Song was very unhappy. Isn't Zhang Shu clearly happy? In his current state, how can he subdue these living corpses that are several times stronger than normal martial artists? However, Wu Er looked at Zhang Shu's expression and tone of speech without any mockery or jokes, and also thought that the person in his impression was very strict. Jin, I never say anything. Maybe there is a mystery in what he said, and let me ask.

"Zhang Shu, as you know, I have exhausted my physical strength with the three punches just now. How can I subdue those living corpses, please give me some advice." Wu Song's words are sincere, and he also understands that he must put down his value at this time.

"The owner is really confused. Since you can talk to Qi Si, you can also talk to them. After their death, they came out to make trouble because of Qi Si's demagogy. With the right words of Dutou, can't they be intimidated by Haohao? Qi Si asked in reverse.

Yes, if I can talk to Qi Si, I will definitely be able to talk to them, and a lot of problems have been solved by communicating with each other. I can promise them, avenge them, severely punish the murderers, and bury them. Erlang is happy to think of this.

Because Erlang wanted to keep the negotiation secret from others, he did not speak, but concentrated on trying to communicate with the living corpses: "I know that you people are all residents of Yanggu, and your nature is not bad. I'm Wu Song, the head of Yanggu. If you have any requirements, you can ask me, and I will try my best to solve them. Everyone should also know that no matter how many living people you kill, it is impossible to come back to life again. It is difficult to reincarnate from death and reach the sky. When Wu Song thought of this, his nose was a little sore, and he suddenly thought of the sea sand. Why did these words on the sea sand be unreasonable? However, even if it is difficult to reach the sky, Wu Song will have a try.

But Erlang waited for a long time and didn't hear any answer. Are these living corpses not good at words? It's impossible for so many people to talk without talking. Maybe I was exhausted and not focused enough, so they couldn't hear it. The situation was urgent and they couldn't take care of a lot. Wu Song had to take a deep breath and said loudly, "You villagers of Yanggu, you can't go to the ground after death. This is all my fault. I'm here to compensate you. If you have any requirements, you can say it now, and I will try my best to meet them. Such an venting of anger will only lead to such an outcome. Wu Song pointed to the headless body of Qi Si. There should be no problem this time. Wu Song looked at these living bodies carefully.

But it was still silent. When Wu Song pointed to Qi Si, the living bodies were a little restless, which once made Wu Song think that they had something to say, but soon, the silence floated up again, which made Erlang feel very embarrassed. It seemed that they could not hear themselves at all. What's going on? Wu Song felt at a loss and seemed to have no choice but to ask Zhang Shu.

"Zhang Shu, what's going on? They don't seem to hear me." Erlang feels that he is powerless to speak. If he consumes more, he is likely to faint here.

"You are so confused. The ring can only be worn on the middle finger to have the power of communication." Zhang Shu explained, pointing to his middle finger at the same time.

"No, even if the ring was not on the middle finger just now, I could still hear Qi Si talking." Wu Song is getting more and more confused.

"With the power of communication, after establishing a dialogue, even if the ring is removed, it will have no impact. In the final analysis, the communication power of the meteorite ring is only to indirectly lead the way between the living and the dead to establish a connection. Once the connection is established, there is no longer the power of communication. Zhang Shu's words have almost no modifiers, just introducing the power of the ring.

It seems that Zhang Shu is not familiar with rings. While thinking, Wu Song took the ring from the thumb of his right hand and put it back on the middle finger of his right hand.

At the moment when the ring was put on his middle finger, Wu Song's ear suddenly remembered a loud shout. The sound was as clear but indistinguishable as when he first put on the ring, and the sound was extremely loud. Wu Song felt that his head was almost shocked. He concentrated angrily and tried to restore the origin of the sound. After several attempts, Erlang gradually became able to hear clearly. Although the noisy voice was different, it was shouting the same two words: "Revenge!"

Yes, this is the anger of the hatred of the dead. Only hatred can make people stand up again to kill after death!

"I heard that they were shouting revenge, but the tone seemed to be shouting without autonomy." Wu Song said to Zhang Shu. Since Zhang Shu knows how to use the ring so well, he should be very clear about how to communicate with the deceased. The best way not to take a detour is to ask Zhang Shu what to do.

"It's still the same. Show them the ring and tell them that you are the king of all the dead." Zhang Shu's voice is as calm as water, but even Wu Song can feel the pressure. In addition, owner, you should be able to stand up now. When the power of communication is supported, it will help you recover your most basic physical strength.

After listening to this, Wu Song barely stood up with his hands on the ground. Although I felt a little weak and each joint was in pain, after a few movements, I found that it should be no problem to do basic activities.

"This ring is really amazing!" Wu Song sighed.

"The owner should pay attention to it. When his physical strength is exhausted and only the power of communication is supported, he must not do violent activities, such as fighting or running with others. In that case, the ring will be overwhelmed and burst and will eat itself." Zhang Shu made a consignment.

Wu Song was secretly shocked. Originally, he had just planned to slaughter a living corpse to establish prestige if he couldn't reach an agreement. It seemed that this road could not be taken at all, and he could only follow Zhang Shu's method.

Wu Song raised his right hand, turned his back to the front, and slowly walked towards the living body. I'm the king of all the dead. Stop your roaring. Wu Song's face involuntarily stiffed, and he could even feel the majesty in his words.

"I can hear you speak, living people. But how can a living person be the king of the dead? What evidence do you have? A middle-aged man-like body in the living corpse took half a step forward and asked questions with hoarseness.

Certificate? Isn't this ring a proof? Are these living corpses blind? Erlang was so puzzled that he had to turn his head and ask Zhang Shu, "They don't believe that I am the king of the dead. They ask me for certificates. What should I do?"

"The owner only needs to wear the ring on his thumb, just like when he fought. The thumb wears a ring, and the holder of the ring has the power of judgment, which can issue the fist of judgment. And this adjudication power, known as the power of the king in the world of the dead, can only be possessed by the king. The owner does not need to wave his fists. The power of adjudication naturally emitted in this state is enough to convince the dead. In fact, I guess that Qi Si can mobilize these living bodies with something similar to the power of adjudication, but I don't understand how he can have it. Zhang Shu's voice slowly turned into a mutter, and then he suddenly roared: "Dutou, when the ring is taken off the middle finger, the power of communication will disappear. Although you can continue to talk to the living corpse, your physical strength will return to your previous state, and I'm afraid you can't stand."

Wu Song understood and knew it in his heart.

"Lao Wu, help me bring a chair here." Wu Song said to Lao Wu in the crowd.

I'm afraid that the dead will not believe the king sitting on the ground. He must always achieve the most basic decent.

The chair was quickly moved over. Wu Song sat on it, took off the ring from his middle finger and put it on his thumb. Strangely, the moment he took it off his middle finger, Wu Song felt as if he was suddenly ten years old and leaned heavily against the back of the chair. He could only rely on his strength to support him so that he would not slide off the chair.

"I'm your king." Wu Song reluctantly said this.

Then, he saw many living bodies seem to look at each other, and then communicate in an inaudible whisper. The middle-aged body that had just spoken unconsciously took half a step back. Then all the living corpses clenched their fists with their hands, left hands on the top and the right hand on the bottom, grasped the fingers of their right hand with their left hand, and at the same time, they lowered their heads and shouted, "King of the Dead, please accept our souls."

These bodies stood in place like wooden carvings, maintaining this strange posture and no longer moving.

"They asked me to accept their souls, how should I accept it?" Wu Song knew that Zhang Shu must be asked about this matter.

"After the status of the king is confirmed, the owner only needs to wear the ring on his ring finger. At this time, the meteorite ring is loaded to the ring holder is the power of the contract. You can collect the souls of these dead and sign a contract that only needs to be dictated, which is that when they complete something, they can be free. This freedom is the freedom of the soul. Even the power of the contract cannot restrain them again, so when presenting the contract, please think clearly. Zhang Shu said unslowly.

Wu Song listened to what Zhang Shu said, took off the ring from his thumb and put it on his ring finger. The interior of this ring is quite smooth, and repeated wearing does not cause any discomfort to the fingers. Wu Er even feels that if he practices more, he should be able to replace the finger wearing the ring with his right hand alone.

"Now, I will collect your souls with the power of the contract." Wu Song said coldly.

At this time, the moonlight seemed to suddenly darken, and there was a thin layer of black fog between heaven and earth. In this killing atmosphere, there was the sound of ghost crying and howling. Countless harsh shouts slid in Erlang's ear, shining like meteors, drawing sparks like stone collision in the night, hovering around Wu. Loose around.

"Go back to the grave, go back to the place where the dead should stay, and you will be free." Wu Song signed a contract with these living corpses in front of him in shouting and cremation.

Then those sparks scrambled into the ring on Erlang's ring finger. The ring, which was almost imperceptible and lighter than wood, instantly became like a piece of iron, so that the weak Wu Song could not lift his right hand and had to droop helplessly.

Those living bodies did not move and stood in place as before, which made Erlang unable to understand why they could not disappear in front of their eyes after signing the contract. Do you still need to order them?

"Zhang Shu, they didn't move. Are you waiting for my order?" Wu Song asked directly.

"You are right. When the ring is worn on the index finger, the power of command is loaded to the ring holder, so that you can drive these dead to fulfill your orders. The order can have nothing to do with the contract, but even so, the contract will still be invalid after the order is completed. The deceased will only obey one order of the precepter and then be free. Zhang Shu made an explanation about his index finger.

Wu Song nodded. He took the ring from his ring finger, put it on his index finger, and then raised his hand and pointed to the south. Outside the county, there are some open spaces. Go and bury yourself in the ground for peace. That's where the dead should go.

The weight of the ring makes it difficult for Wu Song to maintain this posture. At the same time, he also understands the separation of the power of orders from the power of the contract. The more souls signed in the contract, the heavier the ring will be. The more commands involving the soul, the more difficult it is to reach.

After Wu Pan's order, the living corpses turned around and walked out of the yard. The footsteps gradually turned south and went farther and farther until the sound was slowly submerged in the night.

Wu Song breathed a sigh of relief, and the dead were over, and as a living person, tonight's events were not over, far from the time to be free like those living corpses. Erlang put the ring back on his middle finger, took a deep breath, stood up and walked to Zhang Shu.