Chapter 400 Military Situation

The sea sand in the soul form is not beautiful. Even on the streets of Yanggu, if you walk back and forth, you can meet seven or eight such girls. Wu Song was surprised by the original appearance of Haisha, and was also thinking about whether the amazing appearance of Haisha hindered his judgment. If the appearance of the sea sand is different from her original appearance, where does her body come from? Who is Wu Song's love for Haisha?

Erlang remembered the hanging man he saw on the sea sand clothes on the eighth day of August. It seems that he has never seen it again. Perhaps there is also some kind of taboo law in it.

Now, the body of the sea sand slowly fell down, and her soul stood in place trembling, while the slate broken fingers and meteorite rings fell to the ground. Without hesitation, the beard immediately rushed over and wanted to pick up the ring, but in an instant, he was bounced back to his original place. He fell in great embarrassment and his nose was bleeding. Others could not see clearly, but Wu Song clearly saw that the one who repelled the moustache was an undead wearing armor. It seemed that he should have been a general in the past. After silently repelling, the undead returned to its original position.

It seems that Wu Song doesn't have to worry that others will take away the ring. Even if he has become disabled, the invisible undead will protect it.

"Iron Bachelor, what should I do now?" Wu Song knew that only the iron bachelor was in control of the future direction.

"The undead have been dramated, so they must need a leader. Otherwise, after a while, their instinct will make them slaughter in the school city, and tragedy will be inevitable. Of course, this is just the tragedy of Xuecheng. For me, everything doesn't matter. The iron skeleton laughed. When he laughed, the steel on his chin made a dull sound.

"That leader should be me, right? What should I do?" Wu Song asked.

"It's very simple. This should not be the first time you use a meteorite ring. As before, start with the communication with the middle finger of your left hand, and Zhang Shu has told you the next thing. Sign a contract with the dead, and then let them do something, and it's over. Of course, this is the most normal situation." The iron skeleton held his shoulder like a pure spectator. The fire footprints along the way had been extinguished, which made him not look as fierce as when he first appeared.

Wu Song slowly walked over like a broken finger. It was not that he didn't want to walk quickly, but that he stood beside the iron skeleton for a long time. The high temperature consumed not much power on his body. Wu Song felt that the surface of his skin was wet, and he even had a difficult position to maintain his minimum standing posture.

The undead around them are still quiet, but their empty eyes are staring at Wu Song, which makes Wu Song a little uncomfortable. Erlang was not guarded against the sudden attack from the dead. In the era of his body's victory, he may be able to escape, but now, he can only be passively beaten. What's more, according to the iron bachelor, these undead spirits should not attack Wu Song.

The surface of the broken finger is blurred, and it is difficult for Wu Song to imagine that the finger was broken from his left hand, because his left hand can faintly feel the existence of the little finger - as long as he doesn't look at the same flesh and blood wounds. Wu Song took off the ring from the amputated limb with some difficulty, and then he hesitated and put his broken finger in his arms. Xuecheng's medical skills are skillful. Maybe there is really a magic doctor who can help connect this to the finger again. Even if he can't connect it, he can't discard his finger like this. After all, it's one of the body. Part of it, if you are eaten by the beasts in the school city, you will feel sorry for your deceased parents.

Wu Song put the ring on the middle finger of his left hand and then listened attentively. He thought that in Yanggu, he would hear all kinds of sounds when he put on the ring. In the school city where souls gather, this sound should be more noisy. However, the souls were silent, but their eyes still looked at Wu Song.

"I can hear what you said. You can tell me what you want to do." Wu Song said these words at the same time to ensure that everyone present could hear them.

"King of the Dead, we obey your call and come here to complete the contract signed by the classmate city for thousands of years." The speaker was the general who had just repelled the moustache.

"Calling you is just a mistake. I hope you can go back to your original place and wait for the next call." Wu Song replied, "I can sign a contract with you on behalf of Xuecheng again and guide you to fulfill it." Wu Song said in an irrefutable tone.

"King of the Dead, although you have a meteorite ring, you can't change the contract. Because I can feel that you didn't get the ring for a long time. All the souls present, the contract signed by the classmate city has only one content, that is, killing. We must kill enough people before we can be free. As for what you said, it is absolutely impossible to return to the original place. We have been buried in the sand for hundreds of years. This burial can only be carried out once. We who enter the school city will either be free or escape into endless pain. Even if you are the king of the dead, you have no right to let us do that. On behalf of all the dead, I just want to ask you a question. Who do you want us to kill? The blood of hatred and the light of the red ghost will completely free us from the cursed desert. The dead general replied.

"Murder... How many people are going to be killed in the contract signed between Xuecheng and you?" Wu Song was keenly aware that a person's blood could never satisfy so many bloodthirsty undead.

"Every soul must kill a person to be free. Every time one is killed, one of these dead will disappear. As their general, I will stay until the end as the last survivor. King of the dead, we will not be quiet for too long. Within a ray of incense, please tell us the object to slaughter, otherwise, we will kill all the living people we can see, including you. The dead general said coldly, and then retreated to his camp.

Wu Song realized the viciousness of the former bachelor when signing a contract with the undead. If each of these undead takes away a living person, the whole old city is not enough. The undead will slaughter in the desert aimlessly. When this can't satisfy them, they will wander in the desert and kill The dead can see the living. This death storm will last for several years. If everything happens, bachelors and apprentices must also migrate from the desert. There is no one else who can't hold on to these years in the desert.

Now, Wu Song understood everything and found that he had no solution to the problem. He could not let the dead slaughter the people around him. If he did not give orders, he would die inexplicably.

"Iron Bachelor!" Wu Song faced the iron skeleton. You mean Pan Jinlian is going to destroy the school city, right?

"Yes, she will do this. With the arrival of Judgment Day, Xuecheng and Facebook Island will start the most tragic battle." The iron skeleton replied.

"When will they come? I want to know, what is the army that attacked Xuecheng on Facebook Island? I guess it's not alive." Wu Song felt that the content of the trial day mentioned by the iron bachelor was emerging.

"As long as it is day, there will be a thick fog around Facebook Island, which cannot dispel, and these sea fogs are also the curse of the dead. This is the army of Facebook Island. Today is Judgment Day, and their attack will arrive soon. Wu Song, you are very smart, at least much smarter than I thought. The iron skeleton nodded, and the fiery red eyes trembled up and down.

"But Facebook's army is also the dead. Can the dead slaughter the dead? The contract they signed is to kill the living. Wu Song found a loophole in the problem, and the form has forced him not to make any mistakes and omissions.

"Well, if it's a direct battle, of course not. The dead can't kill the dead. They will pass through each other's bodies, just like the dead in front of you, who can stand together. Therefore, you need a special way to do it. The iron skeleton said.

"What can I do?" Wu Song asked.

"The dead army, you can take the living and dead in the whole desert to another world, and of course, the people of Facebook Island will also appear there at the same time. Even some people who have obtained the media items of the dead army will come here. There, both dead and alive will have entities that can hurt each other. The iron skeleton said with satisfaction.

"So, in this case, killing the dead spirit is considered to be the completion of the contract?" Wu Song is very anxious about this. He must deal with the trouble in front of him.

"Not to mention, they will not get the curse of the dead, nor will they be detached. However, the undead killed in the army will disappear completely. If it disappears, the trouble will not exist. You don't have to worry about this. The undead on Facebook Island have also accumulated for thousands of years. The number will not be less than that of Xuecheng, and the consumption of both sides should also be half a catty. The fingers of the iron skeleton pounded the back of the other hand, making a sonorous sound.

"How to get in there?" Wu Song knew that he had no other choice.

"I will help you with this, you don't have to worry. However, I remind you that after entering the dead army, the people on Facebook Island will appear immediately. Although they are not in the Central Plains now, the dead army can cross the distance and gather people from different places together. The iron skeleton replied. Some of the iron on his body has turned into charcoal.